Chapter 6
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I turned on the video and tossed it down in front of him. I looked menacing as I demanded, "What do you mean by this, Stan?"
He froze on the spot, looking thunderstruck. "Who secretly took this video?
"You don't suspect me, do you? I would never do something like that. I have professional morals and integrity. I've been with so many women, and my two principles are never to force them to do anything and never to film them in secret—"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly covered his mouth, as if he'd let something slip.
I almost laughed out of sheer anger. It seemed that Stan was a repeat offender. How many young wives did he have his way with while making deliveries?
However, he didn't seem to be lying. Besides, Stan had pointed out that a window frame was visible in the video. "This video was obviously taken in secret from outside the window. It must be the person living in the building opposite you!"
When I looked closely, I realized that Stan was right. I felt guilty for mistakenly blaming him, so I hung my head and lowered my eyes, too afraid to meet his gaze.
I took a few deep breaths to calm my feelings of shame.
Stan reached out and slid an arm gently around my waist. "Your husband isn't at home today. Shall we continue? I can provide an even better service for you…"
What a sly pervert!
I felt tempted when I caught a whiff of his masculine scent. I didn't know why, but I could never resist Stan.
He kept stealing glances at my chest, and he was practically slobbering as he hugged me even more tightly.
There was a sudden notification from my phone, indicating that a new message had arrived.
"Lola, let's play a little game. Otherwise, this video is going to be sent to Carl."
I was dragged back to reality. The person might be filming us in secret right now!
Even though it was in the middle of the day, I hastily pulled the curtains shut so that we wouldn't be discovered.
Stan was about to say something, but I kicked him out. I knew which was the more serious issue. Since Stan hadn't done it, who could it be?
I sent a message. "What do you want?"
"Simple. At midnight tonight, put on a bikini and come to the woods at Eastburg. I'll delete the video once we've met!"
