My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

I'd seen Isabella Winston around before. Gorgeous? Absolutely. But with a temper that could scorch concrete. If she caught Nathan Roscente and me mid-passion in his office, God only knew what she'd do to him—but I was damn sure her wrath would land hardest on me.
My mind blanked as blood roared in my ears.
Nathan moved fast, shoving my clothes at me and jerking his chin toward the desk.
The space underneath was roomier than expected. Unless Isabella decided to play detective, I'd stay invisible. I scrambled into my clothes and folded myself into the farthest corner, heart jackhammering against my ribs, body shaking like a junkie in withdrawal.
This was beyond messed up. Nathan had practically assaulted me, yet here I was cowering like some shameful side piece. The injustice burned through my veins like acid.
Nathan swung the door open moments before Isabella's razor-sharp voice sliced through the room. "What the hell were doing? I've been knocking forever!"
"Bad night. Fell asleep at my desk." His voice was smooth bourbon. "You just interrupted one hell of a dream."
Stiletto clicks advanced across the floor. "What kind of dream?" Her tone turned curious.
A sudden gasp. He'd yanked her into his arms.
His breathing turned rough as he maneuvered her, positioning her to straddle his lap.
Ice water flooded my veins. My heart tried to escape through my throat. I pressed deeper into the shadows.
You've got to be kidding me. If he wanted to get handsy with his girlfriend, why not take her to the damn couch? Why here, where I could practically feel their body heat, forced to witness every humiliating second?
Nathan buried his face in Isabella's neck, his mouth claiming hers. One hand gripped her tiny waist while the other kneaded her breast. His voice dropped to that gravelly register that usually made my knees weak. "What dream? Fucking you. Right here. We've never done it on the desk. Wanna break it in?"
Isabella melted into the kiss, soft moans escaping as she writhed against him like a python sizing its prey.
Then Nathan hoisted her onto the desk. From my angle, I only saw her endless legs dangling, those designer heels kicked off in their haste.
With a smirk that made me nauseous, Nathan unzipped his pants.
A thick, purple-veined length sprang free—directly in my eyeline.
Fire scorched my cheeks. I wanted to look away, but my traitorous eyes kept flicking back. It was... grotesquely large, glistening under the office lights like some obscene trophy.
Nathan yanked down Isabella's skirt and panties, tossing them onto the chair. He bent slightly, lips trailing up her thighs. The symphony of his groans and her whimpers sent unwanted heat pooling low in my belly. I slapped my hands over my ears.
I couldn't do this.
I wouldn't listen!
Suddenly Nathan's hand dipped down. He waved at me, then pointed at his exposed erection.
My stomach revolted. Blood pounded in my skull.
What? This monster expected me to... while his girlfriend was right there? Bile rose in my throat.
The purple-tinged shaft thickened before my eyes, hardening into a rigid pillar. The urge to grab a letter opener and sever it nearly overwhelmed me.
When I didn't move, Nathan pulled out his phone and dangled it in front of my face.
A silent threat.
Play along, or he'd release that damn video.
Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. My fists clenched until crescent moons bloomed on my palms.
Jaw locked, I inched forward. Closer. Closer.
Then—
Isabella's husky voice shattered the moment. "Nathan, sit down. Let me squat and take care of you."
The words hit like a sledgehammer. My world imploded.