Campus Belle’s Stolen Videos - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Time blurred until Reginald finally released me. Only when my feet touched solid ground did I register we'd reached the third floor—right outside the apartment door.
"Ms. Laurent," he purred, fingers already tracing dangerous paths down my spine, "who knew you'd be so responsive? Maybe you'd like to try my—"
"What are you—"
His palm cupped my ass before I could finish, sending electric shocks through my body. I shoved at his chest, but he caught my wrist and dragged me flush against him. Then—heat.
My palm pressed against something firm and burning through fabric.
Oh God.
He'd forced my hand right against his—
"Jesus... it's massive..."
The admission tumbled out as my fingers reflexively closed around him. Reality crashed down a second later. I wrenched free, face flaming.
"One more move... I'm calling the cops..." My shaking hands fumbled through my document bag for the key.
I just needed to finish this damn job and put an entire city between us.
Because if I stayed... I wasn't sure I could trust myself.
Then the door swung open.
Thick, animal musk hit me first. Then the visual detonation—a moaning woman splayed beneath a towering Black man on the couch, his hips pistoning into her like he meant to break the furniture.
"Yes! God—destroy me—"
My hand flew to my mouth.
That wasn't just any woman.
It was Jessica. My colleague. My best friend.
"Damn, bro," Reginald strolled in and fist-bumped the man, "couldn't wait for the bedroom?" He jerked a thumb at me. "This is my brother Martin."
Martin grinned down at Jessica. "Not when this sweet thing begged me to take her right here."
I averted my eyes from his naked form, snatching Jessica's discarded dress to cover her. "What the actual hell, Jess?"
She had a boyfriend. A serious one.
Since when did she risk everything for random hookups?
Jessica latched onto my arm like a lifeline. "Viv! Oh thank God you're here!"
Her phone chose that moment to blast a video call ringtone.
The pieces clicked instantly—her boyfriend had called earlier, heard something suspicious, and she'd panicked. Lied that she was with me. That I'd just stepped into the bathroom.
My unexpected arrival was her miracle alibi.
"Please stay tonight," she begged after ending the call. "If the background changes when he checks again..."
I hesitated at her shameless grin, but nodded.
What are best friends for, right?
Under the shower's scalding spray later, I tried convincing myself that was the only reason.
Not the way my skin still burned where Reginald had touched me. Not the filthy images of Jessica's encounter—or worse, the phantom weight of him in my palm—that kept hijacking my thoughts.
I dug nails into my cheeks.
This had to stop. If I kept this up...
"Forget it. Just forget everything," I chanted, focusing on the water pounding my shoulders instead of muscular arms pinning me against walls.
The shower curtain yanked open. Jessica leaned in, eyes glittering with mischief. "So... got an eyeful earlier?"
I choked. "Of what?"
She vanished, returning with her phone. The video playing made my stomach drop.