The leak
1781 Words
“Are you trying to pull the same trick you pulled three years ago?” Bianca asked as Jay handed her a bottle of wine.
“I didn't offer you a drink.”
“But you drugged it”
“Suite yourself.” He walked away.
A few minutes later, her phone rang out; it was Noah. She had long missed such moments and now it's finally here, probably he has realized she's still his darling wife. She hurried outside so he wouldn't hear the music and asked her where she was.
“Hello?”
There was no reply.
No there was. It was the moaning of a woman alongside Noah's groans.
“Noah!” She called out shakily but the moans continued. She could hear the lady pleading to Noah not to stop and tears rolled down her eyes.
Her heart raced, and her head was spinning. She had given Noah privacy so she wouldn't hurt herself but he went as far as placing her on a call while he had s*x with another woman, possibly on their matrimonial bed. She tried to dry her eyes as she staggered to the bar stand but the tears kept rolling. She ordered three shots of tequila, which she downed in seconds, but its effect was too slow to make her forget Noah, so she requested a bottle.
“Hello, pretty!” A guy came by. “How about we go for a ride.” She nodded hazily, and he took her hands, grinning from ear to ear as he led her towards the restroom.
“Bianca!” A familiar voice called, but she was too weak to answer or see who it was.
A firm arm grabbed her waist and the guy dropped to his knees with a punch from Jay.
“What did you do to her?” Jay yelled as he saw how feeble she was.
“I did nothing, man!” He shook his head hastily.
“Son of a b***h!” Jay kicked his nose then he picked Bianca in his arms and took her home.
As he placed her on the bed, she whispered slowly, “Kiss me.”
“You're not sane, Bianca,” he sighed.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she nibbled on his ear, her hands wrapped behind his neck, pulling him closer. Having already been aroused by a stripper at the club before he saw Bianca, he succumbed to Bianca's pleas, kissing her while she unbuttoned his shirt.
As the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room, Bianca stirred under the duvet. The skin between her thighs felt sore as she stretched and sat right up her eyes widened. Upon seeing the scattered clothes and shoes on the floor, she finally realized what had happened!
In an instant, her blood ran cold!
Suddenly, the door flung open and Jay barged into the room in an apron. His face was scrunched up and he held out his phone to her.
“Why did you do it?” He growled.
“Do what?” Her brows raised as she collected the phone. Across the screen was a snippet of her s*x tape, except that her face wasn't showing but her butt scar was seen.
“I told you to delete the video and not crop” Her eyes fell on the word on the top screen, nearly popping out of their sockets. “i********:?” She yelled.
“If you think this little stunt of yours would make me call off the contract then you lie,” he growled, leaning into her face.
“What little stunt Jay? You posted this…”
“If I did I wouldn't have been nice enough to hide your pretty face from the world,” he replied with a deadly grin.
“I am the victim here; I wouldn't post my s*x tape!” Her eyes were teary.
“Victim of what exactly?” He yelled. “The last time I checked, it was me who had an inheritance to lose for having my supposed wife's s*x tape all over social media.”
“I'm not your wife!”
“Exactly why you hid your face in the snippet you shared with bloggers so social pressure would make me not go ahead with the wedding my mum wanted, yeah?”
“How would anyone know that that is me?”
“So you finally admit to posting the video to humiliate me?”
“Stop making this about you, Jay!”
“Look here, Bianca,” he lifted her chin, “delete that video, or I will drop the full version.” With that, he snatched his phone from her and stormed out of the room.
Just then, Ice' call came through on her phone.
“Where are you?” Ice snapped as soon as Bianca tapped the answer icon.
“I'm at Jay's. I had to spend the night here cause Noah put me on a call so I could listen to the moans of another woman!” She shut her eyes, raking her fingers into her wavy hair.
“Didn't we agree that you were going to divorce Noah? Why all this bitterness when there are important things for you to worry about?”
A long pause followed Ice's statement before she went further to inform Bianca that Jay might have posted the s*x tape.
“He just barged into the room and accused me of posting a snippet”.
“That son of a b***h!”
“But I ain't bothered, no one would know it's me. You only know that I'm the one because I showed you the video and you also know about my butt scar.”
“People are talking, Bianca. The video is viral and you don't know Jay's next move. Now that you're in his house, just kill him! Suffocate him with a pillow or spill oil in his bathroom!”
“Then his body? Am I to eat that too?”
“It's okay! Don't just come running to me when Jay…”
“About Jay, I used him to get my revenge on Noah last night, she giggled.
“Who's Noah?”
“C'mon Ice, don't sound like that. If there's anyone to blame for his misbehaviour, it's me. I had pricked his ego by saying he doesn't know how to love except by tying me down on the bed to have s*x with me,”
“And he sorted to learn how to love from other women instead of you, his wife? Make it make sense Bianca.”
“It might not make sense now, but I trust that it will pay off later,”
“I'm done trying to talk you out of this bullshit, just remember that you have a perfume brand to model for on Sunday.”
“I hear you, babe. I should be back before the end of today. Our flight was booked for tomorrow and I hope you have that brown outfit ready?”
“And your hair? You need to visit the saloon too and we don't have time,”
“Oh, gracious Ice. You worry too much. Everything would be sorted out by the brand, I only have to make myself available.”
“Alright madame,” Ice teased. “Enjoy your honeymoon.” They both giggled and hung up the call. Bianca's eyes fell on the ring Jay had given her the previous night, and she smiled at the memory of Noah's marriage proposal, except that he had stopped her from wearing it so her fans wouldn't know she was married. But some knew anyway! They just didn't know who until Jay gave them a face the previous night.
“Get your lazy ass off my bed!”
“Or I'll post your s*x tape all over the internet,” Bianca mocked, shaking her head with pouted lips.
“What?”
“Isn't that what you were going to say next?”
“I would have said so without making a mess of my face like you did.”
“Well that's because your face is already a mess,” Bianca replied as she crawled out of the bed.
“Did you just…”
“Oh yes, I did, Jay,”
“You better learn how to be respectful 'cause my mom wouldn't welcome any disrespectful daughter-in-law!”
“Noted. Hus_band,”
“I don't have time for your bullshit,” he left the room, leaving Bianca to freshen up and join him downstairs.
“I hope you don't have any meetings today. I have a flight to catch tomorrow, and I need to do some shopping today,” Bianca strode into the dining area.
“Is that why you have my shirt on?”
“Your briefs too,” she rolled her eyes and pulled up the shirt.
“Take them off!” Jay growled, his eyes piercing hers.
“Or I'll post your s*x tape on social media.” Bianca laughed, descending into one of the dining seats.
“I said take them off!” He yelled, banging his fist on the table, causing the dining utensils to clatter and jiggle.
“I don't think your mom would like the way you yell at your wife,” she waved her hand at him, displaying the ring he had given her.
“Why do you have to be so annoying, Bianca?”
“You're feeling annoyed already? How do you think I felt when you took advantage of me? You made a s*x tape of me…us, which I paid you to delete, but no. You chose to be selfish, and here I am, married to two husbands risking my reputation.
“I made the video, but who carelessly got it on the media? You Bianca!”
“I didn't! I had long deleted it but you still have it. Let me ask you, how many times do you watch it a day?" She winked. "Five? Six?”
“You are not my type so don't flatter yourself,” he mumbled amidst a mouthful of pasta.
“Yet you raped me twice!”
“Shut up!” He banged the table again. “All you do is get yourself drunk, throw yourself at men and play victim!”
“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, “my breakfast, please,” she smiled.
“What do I look like? Your chef?”
“What did I expect from a Selfish rapist” She stood from the table.
“What did you just call my man?” A feminine voice interrupted as the entrance door banged shut
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