Blackmailed Between My Thighs - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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My instincts kicked in—I took a quick step back, putting some space between us before fishing out my phone. "You found it?" I asked, keeping my voice casual.
Daniel's relieved voice crackled through the speaker, way too loud as usual. "Dude, it was totally wedged under the notebook!"
Nathan's face went stormy when he saw what I was doing. With people milling around, he had to keep his voice down, but the threat still came through. "Who the hell are you talking to?"
I gave him my best careless shrug, waving the phone. "Who else? Daniel."
On the other end, keyboard clacks mixed with Daniel's whining. "That guy's the worst. First he shakes me down for cash, then complains I got bargain-bin stuff... Isabella, I wiped it clean. Just—remember our deal, okay? Don't throw me under the bus. Swear to God, I wasn't in on this!"
Honestly, for someone who played dumb so well, he sure had a talent for crafting excuses.
I rolled my eyes and hung up.
Daniel—this lanky, perpetually flustered mess—had been glued to my side ever since the whole disaster went down, tripping over himself to prove he wasn't complicit.
First, it was the "I was blackout drunk" defense (complete with elaborate hand gestures). Then came the tearful confession about Nathan strong-arming him with some vague dirt.
I didn't have the patience to untangle his web of half-truths, but hey—useful idiots still had their uses.
Before meeting Nathan, I'd told Daniel to keep the line open, ready to coax out the memory card's location if things went south.
Seeing my unshaken expression, Nathan backpedaled fast. "Vivian, this was all Daniel's scheme! I never wanted to mess with you!"
I tuned out the rest of his blame-shifting monologue.
Once we had the memory card, Isabella and I made quick work of it—snapped it between us and chucked the pieces into the nearest trash can.
Nathan would walk away scot-free, sure, but watching his plan crumble? Priceless.
Isabella let out a dramatic sigh, flipping her hair. "Ugh, men these days are such a letdown."
I shot her a look. "And you're the poster child for reliability?"
She paused, then flashed a grin. "Touché. Good thing I'm off the market. Next time, I'm dating someone boring—you know, the kind I actually enjoy."
I blinked. Decided not to ask.
Daniel's relieved voice crackled through the speaker, way too loud as usual. "Dude, it was totally wedged under the notebook!"
Nathan's face went stormy when he saw what I was doing. With people milling around, he had to keep his voice down, but the threat still came through. "Who the hell are you talking to?"
I gave him my best careless shrug, waving the phone. "Who else? Daniel."
On the other end, keyboard clacks mixed with Daniel's whining. "That guy's the worst. First he shakes me down for cash, then complains I got bargain-bin stuff... Isabella, I wiped it clean. Just—remember our deal, okay? Don't throw me under the bus. Swear to God, I wasn't in on this!"
Honestly, for someone who played dumb so well, he sure had a talent for crafting excuses.
I rolled my eyes and hung up.
Daniel—this lanky, perpetually flustered mess—had been glued to my side ever since the whole disaster went down, tripping over himself to prove he wasn't complicit.
First, it was the "I was blackout drunk" defense (complete with elaborate hand gestures). Then came the tearful confession about Nathan strong-arming him with some vague dirt.
I didn't have the patience to untangle his web of half-truths, but hey—useful idiots still had their uses.
Before meeting Nathan, I'd told Daniel to keep the line open, ready to coax out the memory card's location if things went south.
Seeing my unshaken expression, Nathan backpedaled fast. "Vivian, this was all Daniel's scheme! I never wanted to mess with you!"
I tuned out the rest of his blame-shifting monologue.
Once we had the memory card, Isabella and I made quick work of it—snapped it between us and chucked the pieces into the nearest trash can.
Nathan would walk away scot-free, sure, but watching his plan crumble? Priceless.
Isabella let out a dramatic sigh, flipping her hair. "Ugh, men these days are such a letdown."
I shot her a look. "And you're the poster child for reliability?"
She paused, then flashed a grin. "Touché. Good thing I'm off the market. Next time, I'm dating someone boring—you know, the kind I actually enjoy."
I blinked. Decided not to ask.
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