Campus Belle’s Stolen Videos - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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The shower water cut out abruptly, leaving me standing there with shampoo still sudsing in my hair.
"Jessica? Jess!" I called out, but only silence answered. That was weird—she always responded immediately.
After three tries with no answer, alarm bells started ringing in my head. I quickly wrapped a towel around myself, tucking the end securely so it wouldn't slip.
Right on cue, a shadow loomed outside the bathroom door. "Problem, Vivian?"
My stomach dropped—Reginald's voice. "Could you get Jessica for me?"
"Jessica's occupied. I'm happy to... assist instead," he purred, already testing the door handle.
I lunged for the lock, but he was faster. The door swung open before I could stop it.
His gaze raked over me like I was a cut of meat at the butcher's. When he noticed the towel still in place, his face soured—lips twisting, forehead creasing in obvious frustration.
I had to fight the urge to gag.
"Just go—" I started, but my foot slid on the wet tile. For one terrifying second, I was airborne.
Reginald caught me, his palm searing into my bare waist. I could feel every callous through the thin towel.
"Thanks. Now get out," I choked out, shoving against his chest.
Instead of backing off, he yanked me closer, his whiskey breath scalding my ear. "Drop the act. Jessica spilled all your dirty little secrets."
Ice water flooded my veins.
That backstabbing— I swallowed hard and squared my shoulders. "You're confused. I'm a married woman!"
My fingers turned white-knuckled around the towel. Unlike Jessica, I didn't play those games.
We stayed locked in that awful standoff until finally—finally—he released me with a glare that promised this wasn't over.
Later that week, Jason's video call lit up Jessica's phone at the worst possible moment—mid-hook-up with Martin.
To my horror, Jessica actually answered, her hands shaking with either nerves or excitement.
"Where are you?" Jason's voice crackled through.
From my room across the hall, I had a perfect view through her open door. My dinner threatened to make a reappearance.
"Just hanging with Vivian," Jessica lied smoothly.
Jason wasn't born yesterday. "Really? Put her on then."
I sprinted over, snatching the phone. "Jason, we were just—"
My grip faltered. The camera tilted. And there was Martin, clear as day in the background, buttoning his shirt.
"Jessica? Jess!" I called out, but only silence answered. That was weird—she always responded immediately.
After three tries with no answer, alarm bells started ringing in my head. I quickly wrapped a towel around myself, tucking the end securely so it wouldn't slip.
Right on cue, a shadow loomed outside the bathroom door. "Problem, Vivian?"
My stomach dropped—Reginald's voice. "Could you get Jessica for me?"
"Jessica's occupied. I'm happy to... assist instead," he purred, already testing the door handle.
I lunged for the lock, but he was faster. The door swung open before I could stop it.
His gaze raked over me like I was a cut of meat at the butcher's. When he noticed the towel still in place, his face soured—lips twisting, forehead creasing in obvious frustration.
I had to fight the urge to gag.
"Just go—" I started, but my foot slid on the wet tile. For one terrifying second, I was airborne.
Reginald caught me, his palm searing into my bare waist. I could feel every callous through the thin towel.
"Thanks. Now get out," I choked out, shoving against his chest.
Instead of backing off, he yanked me closer, his whiskey breath scalding my ear. "Drop the act. Jessica spilled all your dirty little secrets."
Ice water flooded my veins.
That backstabbing— I swallowed hard and squared my shoulders. "You're confused. I'm a married woman!"
My fingers turned white-knuckled around the towel. Unlike Jessica, I didn't play those games.
We stayed locked in that awful standoff until finally—finally—he released me with a glare that promised this wasn't over.
Later that week, Jason's video call lit up Jessica's phone at the worst possible moment—mid-hook-up with Martin.
To my horror, Jessica actually answered, her hands shaking with either nerves or excitement.
"Where are you?" Jason's voice crackled through.
From my room across the hall, I had a perfect view through her open door. My dinner threatened to make a reappearance.
"Just hanging with Vivian," Jessica lied smoothly.
Jason wasn't born yesterday. "Really? Put her on then."
I sprinted over, snatching the phone. "Jason, we were just—"
My grip faltered. The camera tilted. And there was Martin, clear as day in the background, buttoning his shirt.
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