The Idol’s Mommy Kink - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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I threw on my clothes in a hurry, my mind racing with one thought: I need to find him.
Then my phone buzzed—a rapid-fire explosion of notifications.
I glanced down. My best friend had bombarded me with photos.
"Sophia, wake up! Your boyfriend isn't just dealing with performance issues—he's straight-up cheating on you!"
The images showed him all cozy with his ex at the movies, stuffing popcorn in his mouth like he didn't have a care in the world.
But honestly? I couldn't care less. I was already done with him. His little side hustle meant nothing to me now.
I fired back a casual reply: "Meh. Let him have his fun. I'm dumping him anyway."
Her response was instant—a voice message dripping with glee.
"Wait… is our hopeless romantic finally waking up?"
Waking up?
Please. I had Adrian now. Why waste another breath on some two-timing loser?
Stretched out on Adrian's ridiculously soft bed, I was about to drop my own bombshell when she beat me to it—sending a link with a dramatic, "OMG, Sophia, you HAVE to see this."
"You know Julian Ashcroft, right? The actor signed under your agency?"
"Turns out he's into some hardcore BDSM. I'm dying."
"Check the latest gossip. That D-lister Vanessa Lefèvre? Rumor has it he tied her up and went full dungeon master on her."
"There's even a leaked video going viral. Looks like someone busted into Julian's basement and caught the whole thing on camera."
My blood ran cold.
What the hell?
This wasn't supposed to get out. If this blew up, Julian's career would be obliterated.
Hands shaking, I clicked the link. The video loaded instantly—showing the exact scene I'd walked in on at Julian's place.
But what made my stomach drop?
The timestamp. The angle.
It was my perspective.
And worse—my clothes were just visible in the frame.
But that didn't make sense. Security had taken my phone and smartwatch before I even stepped inside.
So how was this recorded?
Then it hit me.
The handbag.
The limited-edition designer bag Adrian had given me.
Ice flooded my veins. My skin prickled with cold sweat.
Of course. Adrian wouldn't just gift me something that expensive out of the goodness of his heart.
He and Julian had trained together—same idol group, same debut dreams.
Adrian was the leader. There was no way he didn't know about Julian's… habits.
And now that I thought about it… hadn't Adrian personally called HR to get me that job at the agency?
The realization slammed into me like a freight train.
Had he been playing me this whole time?
The industry had been buzzing about Adrian and Julian competing for the same lead role.
So to take Julian down, Adrian used me—to get close, to plant that bag, to capture the one thing that could destroy him.
All for a role.
The betrayal burned like poison in my chest.
I ripped the sheets off, frantically searching for that damn bag.
But after tearing the room apart? Gone.
Instead, I found something worse.
A photograph.
A woman who looked exactly like me.
Smiling, holding a little boy—no older than five or six.
That delicate, fair-skinned child…
Was undeniably a young Julian Ashcroft.
Then my phone buzzed—a rapid-fire explosion of notifications.
I glanced down. My best friend had bombarded me with photos.
"Sophia, wake up! Your boyfriend isn't just dealing with performance issues—he's straight-up cheating on you!"
The images showed him all cozy with his ex at the movies, stuffing popcorn in his mouth like he didn't have a care in the world.
But honestly? I couldn't care less. I was already done with him. His little side hustle meant nothing to me now.
I fired back a casual reply: "Meh. Let him have his fun. I'm dumping him anyway."
Her response was instant—a voice message dripping with glee.
"Wait… is our hopeless romantic finally waking up?"
Waking up?
Please. I had Adrian now. Why waste another breath on some two-timing loser?
Stretched out on Adrian's ridiculously soft bed, I was about to drop my own bombshell when she beat me to it—sending a link with a dramatic, "OMG, Sophia, you HAVE to see this."
"You know Julian Ashcroft, right? The actor signed under your agency?"
"Turns out he's into some hardcore BDSM. I'm dying."
"Check the latest gossip. That D-lister Vanessa Lefèvre? Rumor has it he tied her up and went full dungeon master on her."
"There's even a leaked video going viral. Looks like someone busted into Julian's basement and caught the whole thing on camera."
My blood ran cold.
What the hell?
This wasn't supposed to get out. If this blew up, Julian's career would be obliterated.
Hands shaking, I clicked the link. The video loaded instantly—showing the exact scene I'd walked in on at Julian's place.
But what made my stomach drop?
The timestamp. The angle.
It was my perspective.
And worse—my clothes were just visible in the frame.
But that didn't make sense. Security had taken my phone and smartwatch before I even stepped inside.
So how was this recorded?
Then it hit me.
The handbag.
The limited-edition designer bag Adrian had given me.
Ice flooded my veins. My skin prickled with cold sweat.
Of course. Adrian wouldn't just gift me something that expensive out of the goodness of his heart.
He and Julian had trained together—same idol group, same debut dreams.
Adrian was the leader. There was no way he didn't know about Julian's… habits.
And now that I thought about it… hadn't Adrian personally called HR to get me that job at the agency?
The realization slammed into me like a freight train.
Had he been playing me this whole time?
The industry had been buzzing about Adrian and Julian competing for the same lead role.
So to take Julian down, Adrian used me—to get close, to plant that bag, to capture the one thing that could destroy him.
All for a role.
The betrayal burned like poison in my chest.
I ripped the sheets off, frantically searching for that damn bag.
But after tearing the room apart? Gone.
Instead, I found something worse.
A photograph.
A woman who looked exactly like me.
Smiling, holding a little boy—no older than five or six.
That delicate, fair-skinned child…
Was undeniably a young Julian Ashcroft.
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