Page 49 of Doggy Style

“Yup.”

I peer into the camera, assuming it’s still recording. “Hugh, you’d better hope I never find you.” I don’t want to destroy the camera so I can have it as evidence, but I open it up and remove the battery, so I know it’s not recording anymore.

I turn my attention to Yessi. She probably doesn’t know about the tape. Unlike me, she isn’t glued to it twenty-four seven. She has a full life that doesn’t involve technology. She spends her days reading, sketching, and playing with her dogs, just being present.

And she has no idea that our intimate moments have just been broadcast to the world.

I take her hand and gently sit her down on the bed next to me. “Babe, I need to talk to you.”

Her eyes get big. “You’re freaking me out, Pres. What’s going on?”

I take a deep breath. I need her to believe me.

“I just saw that there was a tape of us leaked online.”

She frowns. “A tape? What kind of tape?”

“A tape of us having sex. I swear to god I didn’t know there was a camera recording us. Hugh must’ve planted it. He’s the only other person with a spare key to my place. I bet he leaked the one with Kira also.”

I study her face, expecting her to explode. But she doesn’t yell. She doesn’t accuse me.

Her shoulders drop, and she exhales. “I believe you. Hugh’s a piece of shit.”

I want to kiss her right now. She believes me? No one ever believes me. Not my father, not my mother, not Kira. Well, to be fair, I never believed Kira either.

“I swear to god I’m going to find him even if it’s the last thing I do.”

Yessi shrugs, surprising me again. “Honestly, I’m more pissed that he dumped Gidget. Who cares about a sex tape? It’s not your first one. And I don’t have any family to embarrass. Hopefully, we look amazing in that video, and I’m not ashamed of having sex. I’m a tattoo artist, not a nun. If anything, it’ll bring publicity to the rescue.”

What the fuck? I narrow my gaze at her. Why is she so flippant about this? Most women would freak. Then again, Kira didn’t.

Maybe Yessi leaked it?

No.

Fuck, I need a moment.

“I’ll get it taken care of and get my lawyers to try to get it taken down. Can you head to the store while I deal with this?”

“Sure. Take your time.” She walks into the bathroom and shuts the door.

I don’t understand her reaction to this situation at all.

Something’s off to me. Maybe I’ve read her wrong. My mind is so twisted that I can’t think straight.

I look at my phone and see a text from Hugh.

Hugh: Meet me at the store.