Eli burst into her room, her heart pounding as she caught her stepbrother Alex with her laptop open, his hand frozen mid-stroke. Oh my God! What are you doing? Stop! she gasped, her eyes widening at the screen—her own homemade video playing, the one with her ex where she was the star, moaning. Fuck! How did you get that? What are you doing here?
Alex smirked, not even pausing the video. I found it on your laptop. Why are you touching my laptop with my private space? Eli fired back, her cheeks burning with rage and embarrassment. Because I can, he replied coolly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. What is it? It s not your business. That s my relationship with my ex-boyfriend.
But Alex wasn t letting go. It s good stuff. And I can show it to our stepmom. Eli s stomach dropped. What? No, you can t! No no no! He leaned back, duplicating the file right in front of her. Yeah, I can do it. Send an email right now. Desperation kicked in. You do it? Oh fuck. You can give m
