My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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The static crackle of a walkie-talkie pierced the silence as one of the security guards got called back.
"You positive no one's in there? I could've sworn I heard something earlier."
"Chill, we'll circle back later. Might even catch ourselves some real entertainment—but keep it down. Wouldn't want to spook 'em. If we record it, we can enjoy the show on replay. Sound good?"
Finally, their footsteps faded into the night.
Then—Nathan's phone rang. The dim glow of the screen lit up his furrowed brow.
"Mom? It's late—what's going on?"
"Nathan, the pain—it's unbearable. I need you to take me to the hospital. Now."
The silence made her voice razor-sharp.
Relief flooded through me. My hand found the door handle, but Nathan jerked me back. "Not tonight. But I will come for you again. And next time..."
The implication hung thick in the air. Two failed attempts—his frustration must've been eating him alive.
Still, I'd gotten away. For now.
As his taillights disappeared into the dark, I stood there a moment, pulling my coat tighter before turning toward home.
A scalding shower did nothing to settle my nerves. My skin still burned, my mind replaying the struggle in the car. Under the spray, my hands wandered, tracing curves, imagining a man's touch. My hips arched, fingers trembling lower—
But the fleeting pleasure only made the emptiness worse.
Loneliness hit like a wave. The steam grew suffocating, and I rushed to towel off.
Then—my phone buzzed. Sophia.
A photo loaded: her in black lace lingerie, sheer enough to tease, the thong leaving nothing to chance. Objectively, my body was better.
But envy twisted in my gut. I'd never have the nerve to wear something like that.
Daniel barely tolerated my touch. If my fingers so much as grazed his waist, he'd freeze like I was asking for the impossible. The thought cut deep.
Another message popped up: You're so tense. Bet your sex life's dead. Watch and learn—I'll show you how a real woman seduces.
I typed I don't need to see, then erased it. Curiosity won.
One look. Just one.
The screen lit up with Ryan—Sophia's husband—in nothing but a towel. God. Sun-kissed skin, abs carved like stone. That woman had all the luck.
Sophia hooked her arms around his neck. Their kiss deepened as they tumbled onto the bed.
What followed was pure, unbridled passion. Positions I'd never dreamed of, raw and relentless. My pulse pounded, thighs slick with want. I should've closed it.
But I couldn't.
Only when Ryan left the frame and Sophia ended the call did reality snap back.
Her voice note arrived seconds later: Well? Take notes. Go surprise your husband.
"You positive no one's in there? I could've sworn I heard something earlier."
"Chill, we'll circle back later. Might even catch ourselves some real entertainment—but keep it down. Wouldn't want to spook 'em. If we record it, we can enjoy the show on replay. Sound good?"
Finally, their footsteps faded into the night.
Then—Nathan's phone rang. The dim glow of the screen lit up his furrowed brow.
"Mom? It's late—what's going on?"
"Nathan, the pain—it's unbearable. I need you to take me to the hospital. Now."
The silence made her voice razor-sharp.
Relief flooded through me. My hand found the door handle, but Nathan jerked me back. "Not tonight. But I will come for you again. And next time..."
The implication hung thick in the air. Two failed attempts—his frustration must've been eating him alive.
Still, I'd gotten away. For now.
As his taillights disappeared into the dark, I stood there a moment, pulling my coat tighter before turning toward home.
A scalding shower did nothing to settle my nerves. My skin still burned, my mind replaying the struggle in the car. Under the spray, my hands wandered, tracing curves, imagining a man's touch. My hips arched, fingers trembling lower—
But the fleeting pleasure only made the emptiness worse.
Loneliness hit like a wave. The steam grew suffocating, and I rushed to towel off.
Then—my phone buzzed. Sophia.
A photo loaded: her in black lace lingerie, sheer enough to tease, the thong leaving nothing to chance. Objectively, my body was better.
But envy twisted in my gut. I'd never have the nerve to wear something like that.
Daniel barely tolerated my touch. If my fingers so much as grazed his waist, he'd freeze like I was asking for the impossible. The thought cut deep.
Another message popped up: You're so tense. Bet your sex life's dead. Watch and learn—I'll show you how a real woman seduces.
I typed I don't need to see, then erased it. Curiosity won.
One look. Just one.
The screen lit up with Ryan—Sophia's husband—in nothing but a towel. God. Sun-kissed skin, abs carved like stone. That woman had all the luck.
Sophia hooked her arms around his neck. Their kiss deepened as they tumbled onto the bed.
What followed was pure, unbridled passion. Positions I'd never dreamed of, raw and relentless. My pulse pounded, thighs slick with want. I should've closed it.
But I couldn't.
Only when Ryan left the frame and Sophia ended the call did reality snap back.
Her voice note arrived seconds later: Well? Take notes. Go surprise your husband.
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