Chapter 50
Fake Tears
Alex
Jade stumbled into the kitchen at eleven in the morning, her hair disheveled and extra wavy. She slept in my T-shirt, and it was long enough to almost reach her knees, drowning her emaciated body. She tiptoed toward me, and I could clearly see it: the happiness in her eyes.
Jade. Was. Beside. Me. Again.
“Good morning, Malyshka.”
“Baby...” She snaked her arms around my torso and pressed into me, sighing loudly. “You’re here.”
It was the same as last night; she kept checking that I was beside her, like she was reassuring herself.
Last night.
Last night, we found each other again.
Last night, we made love. Slow, hesitant, and passionate.
Last night, we talked about everything. About her time with Xavier, about Gianna, about her father, and about…the video. We didn’t just talk about it—we watched it, and it was both painful and healing. Like a glimpse into another lifetime.
I breathed Jade in, looking her over in the morning light. God, I couldn’t believe that Jade was real, mine, and with me. That the house smelled like her again, still filled with seashells.
She sat on my lap during breakfast, and I fed her, making sure she ate enough, and, in turn, she gifted me her butterfly kisses. On my lips, on my cheeks, on my shoulders, on my hands. And every kiss was medicine.
Every minute with her was drowning the black void still inside me. The sound of her voice, the feel of her skin, the look in her eyes—it was healing me faster than all those long weeks in the hospital.
“Alex?” I loved it when she started the sentence with my name. “We still have one more person who…”
She trailed off, but no words were needed. I nodded, bringing another forkful to her mouth, and she chewed diligently.
“I think the original plan will still work. We can’t really use the video that’s out there, but we can make new ones.”
“What was the original plan?” I asked, my heart sinking at the realization that the details were still hazy in my mind.
I closed my eyes momentarily, thinking back to that night before it all happened. Jade proposed we make a sex tape, yes, but was there more?
“I-I mentioned that I wanted to make an OnlyFans account,” Jade cleared her throat, catching onto the fact that I couldn’t remember everything.
“And then send my letter of resignation with that link. I’d need Cindy and Julian’s help—to get email addresses, and maybe you can hack into his account again? ”
And that’s when it all slowly descended on me. Yes. Jade was my criminal mastermind. She wanted to embarrass her father—do something irreversible and irredeemable in his eyes, so it wasn’t just one video.
“Yes,” I assured her, admiring the color of her eyes. “I can do it. You want to film it all here?”
Jade nodded slowly, watching me closely.
“You still want to be my…whore?” I whispered, and Jade melted into a smile, knowing that all the memories had returned.
“Only yours.”
The ringtone sounded on speaker while Jade sat with my laptop open in front of her. She was calling Julian, and the phone rang and rang until, finally, the fucker picked up.
“Jade?” He sounded so surprised.
“Hi, Julian,” Jade spoke cheerily, and I hated Julian just for the simple fact that he knew her. “Sorry to call you out of the blue like this, but…I need a favor.” Jade’s voice noticeably softened as she shifted closer to the phone.
“Oh yeah? What kind?”
“Um…" Jade bit her bottom lip and looked up at me. “I was hoping you could take a look at a draft brief I have for Pavlov? Just to make sure I have everything?” Jade scrunched up in the chair, uncertain of her words. “I know I’m not supposed to ask you, and I know that this looks bad and it has nothing to do with you now, but I haven’t been to work in three months, and I just need someone’s help—” Jade took a short breath in but continued quickly, “—and I thought that maybe, since things are so different now, maybe you could hel—"
“Yeah, Jade. No problem,” Julian interrupted her speech so kindly. “I’m happy to help you. Want to email me?”
Jade sat up and grinned. “Oh my God,” she gushed. “Thank you so much, Julian!”
“Yeah, of course.” But then Julian paused, like he was picking his words. Fucker Julian was loving this. “You wanna come by tomorrow? We can go for lunch and talk about it?”
Oh, so Julian was shooting his shot, huh?
Jade nodded enthusiastically. “I-I’d love that. Thank you, Julian. I owe you one.”
“Not at all, Jade. Can’t wait to see you.”
Jade ended the call, and I was about to launch into Julian—how this fucker was salivating over her, but then I pulled myself back. So what? She was here. With me.
Jade moved past the phone call immediately and dialed another number—some woman named Cindy. While she chatted on the phone, I sent off the document to Julian, waiting for him to open the attachment and get access to his entire email contact list.
“…the entire contact list. Everyone my father has ever emailed or who has ever emailed him, Cindy.” This time, Jade’s voice was sad and melancholic, and she waited quietly for Cindy’s answer.
“Everyone? When do you need it by, Miss Moretti?” Cindy asked.
I straightened out and came over to Jade, running my hand up her back.
“First thing tomorrow morning, Cindy. I promise it’ll never come back to you, and…you would really be helping me out. More than you ever know.”
Nervously, Jade chewed her lip as she waited for Cindy’s answer, and after a few seconds of silence, Cindy agreed. “I’ll be in the office tomorrow at seven, Miss Moretti. I’ll email you then.”
That mischievous grin appeared on Jade’s face again, and she thanked Cindy before hanging up the phone and drawing me into a hug.
“You’re here.”
We remained bound together in the kitchen, diligently executing Jade’s plan, all the while trying to remember who we were.
Were we us again?
“I’m right here, Malyshka. You ready?” Jade pressed her chin into my chest and looked up, nodding with glee.
And fuck, was she ready. She had a whole plan—I was the photographer and videographer, and she was my muse.
Jade exited the bathroom wearing mascara, teeny-tiny panties, and nothing else. I looked her over, salivating at the sight, but she climbed onto the bed and disheveled her hair. Just a bit, just to give a hint.
“O-okay,” she cleared her throat and looked around absentmindedly, both of us a little unsure about this. “Okay, let’s just do this. Check the lighting and make sure you get a few shots of each pose.” Jade gave out instructions, but I had already started.
She was fucking divine. Ethereal.
Jade sank back against the headboard and spread her legs, covering her breasts with her hands, but the look in her eyes—seductive, sensual, and so damn naughty. I pressed the little button, taking one picture after another.
Slowly, she sat up, and her hands trailed down between her legs. Hesitating for a moment, she slipped her fingers underneath her little panties and moved them out of the way.
“Oh, right…” She giggled and closed her eyes. “I didn’t shave. That probably won’t be a fan favorite, but at the same time…”
At the same time, there was only one purpose for this.
“You look like a goddess…and I love it like that,” I piped up from behind the phone screen, watching the way her cheeks flushed red.
Jade laughed nervously and slumped onto the bed, but within a few seconds, she transformed just like she always could. She took a deep breath in and out and composed herself—for the camera.
Jade on her knees, giving the camera a little wink. Jade laying naked on the bed, covering her pussy with just one hand. Jade pulling down her panties and me standing on my knees at the foot of the bed to make sure I captured the moment how she wanted.
Because that was all that mattered.
“One more shot.” Jade turned around and moved to the edge of the bed. She sat down on her heels and looked back, throwing the camera a seductive glance.
I couldn’t fucking wait anymore. I threw the phone down and reached for her delicious ass, pushing her down on the bed. Jade yelped loudly, breaking out into a joyful laugh just as I trapped her beneath me.
“I need to fuck you now,” I growled in her ear, my body consuming hers. She arched her ass into me, her little giggle turning me into a feral beast.
“Nuh-uh.” She ground harder. “We need that perfect shot. Let’s go. You can come in my mouth.”
I followed Jade into the living room, where she poured a glass of water, changed into a bikini, and pushed the coffee table out of the way.
Then, as if this was just a regular afternoon, she dropped down to her knees and stuck her fingers into the glass.
I watched—the way she wet her eyes, drop after drop, letting the mascara run down her cheeks.
This was a déjà vu. Jade had already made herself cry one time to get the perfect shot, but this time…she was in control. The tears were fake, and it was all her decision. All how she wanted.
“I want tears running down my face when you fuck my throat.”
This experience was both hot as fuck and extremely clinical.
“Don’t stop unless I tap on your thigh.”
I blinked at her, taking in the sight. “Don’t stop?”
“Uh-huh,” she assured me and nodded eagerly. “Turn the camera on, fuck my throat, and don’t stop—even if I’m out of breath and gagging. Don’t stop unless I tap on your thigh.” Jade slid her hand up my thigh, hooking her fingers on the band of my sweatpants.
Click.
Jade was immediately engaged. She sniffled and looked up at the camera with doe eyes, as if she really had been crying.
“Open your mouth for me again, princess.”
I stepped closer, keeping the lens on Jade, who obeyed right away. She stuck her tongue out and pulled down my sweatpants, diving in for my cock, but I caught her jaw in my fingers and squeezed. “Tell me. Tell me what you are,” I whispered, and Jade caught on right away.
“Your slut,” she mumbled, and then—God, finally—she curled her fingers around my cock and licked.