Campus Belle’s Stolen Videos - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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Let's get one thing straight—I'm no angel, but I'm not some wide-eyed innocent either. Every choice I've made has been mine alone.
But today? Today was too much. First Reginald's suggestive comments, then witnessing Jessica and Martin's heated moment, and suddenly finding myself trapped between them—it all happened way too fast. My brain couldn't process it.
Before I knew what I was doing, I'd grabbed the fruit knife from the coffee table and pressed it to my throat. "Back off or I'll do it!" My voice shook but my hand stayed steady.
The room froze. Reginald's face went pale. Jessica—still completely naked—lunged at me. "Viv! Put that down right now!"
Truth? I didn't have a plan. I just couldn't stand being some exotic plaything for these guys.
To my surprise, both men pulled on their shorts without argument and quietly retreated to the bedroom. The moment the door closed, my knees buckled and the knife clattered to the floor.
Jessica was on me instantly, her whisper sharp in my ear. "Since when do you turn down a guy like Reginald? Since when are you such a nun?"
I was too drained to argue. Instead, I fired back, "What about you? I thought you were with—" My mouth snapped shut, suddenly paranoid.
Too exhausted to think straight, I staggered to the door, turned the deadbolt with shaking hands, then rounded on her. "What happened with Jason? Since when is Martin in the picture?"
Jessica's smile vanished.
They'd been college sweethearts for two years until last week, when Jason saw her having dinner with a coworker and lost his mind. Accusations flew. Things got ugly.
Then she bumped into Martin on campus.
The guy had silver-tongued charm—within minutes he had her laughing again. One thing led to another, and... well. Here we were.
I smacked her thigh hard. "You're playing with fire."
Jessica just laughed and shoved me onto the bed. "Which is why I need my bestie to share the fun!"
Her casual tone made my stomach twist. After a beat, I asked quietly, "What do you really think of them?"
"Who cares?" She stretched like a satisfied cat. "It's just fun. Not like we're picking out china patterns."
That carefree smile hurt more than it should have.
Honestly? I'd always steered clear of guys like them—the type who see women as trophies. But then again... Reginald had backed off immediately. No excuses, no pressure.
Maybe I'd misjudged them.
But if I was wrong, how the hell was I supposed to face them tomorrow?
Exhaustion finally pulled me under.
Morning light streamed through the curtains when I woke. Past ten o'clock. Jessica snored beside me, and—thank God—no one had knocked.
After an eternity of hesitation, I turned the lock.
The door creaked open to reveal sunlight and... breakfast? Toast, sandwiches, two steaming mugs waiting on the table.
I stood frozen.
Footsteps. Then Reginald appeared—wearing nothing but low-slung jeans and an apron, drying his hands. "Morning."
Like last night never happened.
"Made you breakfast." That easy smile again.
I eyed the spread. It actually looked decent.
"Consider it an apology."
Heat flooded my cheeks. I couldn't meet his gaze.
He sat across from me, suddenly serious. "I messed up. I just... really like you."
The air between us crackled. Every instinct screamed run.
But Jessica refused to leave, trapping me there.
The guys spent days shirtless in the summer heat, all toned abs and restless energy. I slept clutching the blankets like armor.
Jessica? She was in heaven, practically fused to Martin's side.
And Reginald's gaze grew hotter every day.
Then he finally showed his true colors.
But today? Today was too much. First Reginald's suggestive comments, then witnessing Jessica and Martin's heated moment, and suddenly finding myself trapped between them—it all happened way too fast. My brain couldn't process it.
Before I knew what I was doing, I'd grabbed the fruit knife from the coffee table and pressed it to my throat. "Back off or I'll do it!" My voice shook but my hand stayed steady.
The room froze. Reginald's face went pale. Jessica—still completely naked—lunged at me. "Viv! Put that down right now!"
Truth? I didn't have a plan. I just couldn't stand being some exotic plaything for these guys.
To my surprise, both men pulled on their shorts without argument and quietly retreated to the bedroom. The moment the door closed, my knees buckled and the knife clattered to the floor.
Jessica was on me instantly, her whisper sharp in my ear. "Since when do you turn down a guy like Reginald? Since when are you such a nun?"
I was too drained to argue. Instead, I fired back, "What about you? I thought you were with—" My mouth snapped shut, suddenly paranoid.
Too exhausted to think straight, I staggered to the door, turned the deadbolt with shaking hands, then rounded on her. "What happened with Jason? Since when is Martin in the picture?"
Jessica's smile vanished.
They'd been college sweethearts for two years until last week, when Jason saw her having dinner with a coworker and lost his mind. Accusations flew. Things got ugly.
Then she bumped into Martin on campus.
The guy had silver-tongued charm—within minutes he had her laughing again. One thing led to another, and... well. Here we were.
I smacked her thigh hard. "You're playing with fire."
Jessica just laughed and shoved me onto the bed. "Which is why I need my bestie to share the fun!"
Her casual tone made my stomach twist. After a beat, I asked quietly, "What do you really think of them?"
"Who cares?" She stretched like a satisfied cat. "It's just fun. Not like we're picking out china patterns."
That carefree smile hurt more than it should have.
Honestly? I'd always steered clear of guys like them—the type who see women as trophies. But then again... Reginald had backed off immediately. No excuses, no pressure.
Maybe I'd misjudged them.
But if I was wrong, how the hell was I supposed to face them tomorrow?
Exhaustion finally pulled me under.
Morning light streamed through the curtains when I woke. Past ten o'clock. Jessica snored beside me, and—thank God—no one had knocked.
After an eternity of hesitation, I turned the lock.
The door creaked open to reveal sunlight and... breakfast? Toast, sandwiches, two steaming mugs waiting on the table.
I stood frozen.
Footsteps. Then Reginald appeared—wearing nothing but low-slung jeans and an apron, drying his hands. "Morning."
Like last night never happened.
"Made you breakfast." That easy smile again.
I eyed the spread. It actually looked decent.
"Consider it an apology."
Heat flooded my cheeks. I couldn't meet his gaze.
He sat across from me, suddenly serious. "I messed up. I just... really like you."
The air between us crackled. Every instinct screamed run.
But Jessica refused to leave, trapping me there.
The guys spent days shirtless in the summer heat, all toned abs and restless energy. I slept clutching the blankets like armor.
Jessica? She was in heaven, practically fused to Martin's side.
And Reginald's gaze grew hotter every day.
Then he finally showed his true colors.
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