Page 93 of Brassy Bigwig

He catches me and carries me into his office, kicking his doors closed along the way.

“Oh my god,” I pant against his lips. “No one has ever spoken to her like that before.”

“I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be. It was so fucking hot.”

D walks us over to the sofa and lays me down. I lift my skirt up and pull my underwear down before D gets a chance to rip them from me. That’s how badly I want to fuck him right now. I’m moving faster than he is for once.

In a flash, his belt is open, his pants are unzipped, and he’s pushing himself into my body. I cry out loudly, unable to keep quiet and not giving a fuck anyway. If someone were to catch us and today is the last day I work here, what a fucking way to go.

Within two minutes, we’re both wrung dry. We may as well call it a day because we look like we just ran a marathon. There will be no hiding what we just did if someone were to catch our appearances now.

Barely able to lift myself from the sofa, I slip into D’s office bathroom to try and make myself look presentable enough to leave the building. When he’s finished getting his pants back on, I hear the doors to his office open. I watch as he ducks his head out to see if anyone is out in the lobby.

“All clear,” he assures.

Just then, the ding of the elevator sounds, and I rush out of his bathroom, thinking my mother has come back for more. But it’s just Sean with the mail. I watch as he hands the stack over to D. In it is a large manilla envelope that looks awfully suspicious.

My stomach drops.

D tosses everything other than the envelope onto my desk and opens it. After pulling out a piece of paper, he digs back into the package and pulls out a cell phone. Bile rises in my throat as I stand next to D to try and see what was sent.

DONT THINK FOR ONE SECOND THAT

HE CAN KEEP YOU FROM ME FOREVER

WE BELONG TOGETHER CHLOE

I KNOW IT

YOU KNOW IT

THE UNIVERSE KNOWS IT

LEAVE HIM OR THIS GETS LEAKED

D drops the letter onto my desk and powers on the cell phone. When it’s on, there is a video waiting to be played, already queued up. D clicks play, and I’m shocked to realize the video isn’t of us, but of Shelby and Reed.

“Here.” D averts his eyes immediately, paying respect to Shelby even when she isn’t here to witness it.

He takes a seat at my desk and busies himself on my computer, further affirming the amazing person he is and shoving away all of the ideas my mother just tried to plant in my head.

Though I’ve heard countless stories of Shelby’s sexcapades, it’s something else entirely to watch it unfold with your own eyes. The video is a compilation of them having sex on the island in the kitchen. On the sofa. Of Shelby tied to a chair while Reed plays with her. While he pinches and bites her nipples until she cries out. At first, I think he’s hurting her on purpose, but when he asks her if she wants more, she begs him for it.

The next clip is of Shelby bent over the kitchen table with Reed’s hand clutching tightly onto the back of her neck. He’s pounding into her so hard that the table is sliding across the floor with each thrust.

I know Shelby likes it rough sometimes, but I didn’t know she liked it that rough. I remember her telling me that Reed, while quiet on the outside, has a very domineering personality behind closed doors.

I’ll fucking say…

“It’s footage from the security system in the apartment,” I state. “If Blake was able to hack in to ours, then there’s no way he won’t be able to hack in to yours, too.”

After seeing this, suddenly I’m not as angry with Shelby for spilling the beans about moving in with D to my mother.

“I have to call her and tell her about this.”

“Yeah, of course,” D stands again and walks to my side.

“Blake knows I will protect Shelby with everything I have. Which, I’m sure, is why he sent me a video of her and not myself.”

“Chloe,” D pulls me to him and places his hands on either side of my neck. “I don’t care what that letter says or who is in that video, you’re not going anywhere.”

“No. I’m not.”

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