Page 180 of Sinful Lord

That stops her.

“Tytus, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

Bending down, I open the laptop. The relevant folder is already up on the screen. The files are marked clearly.

Melina gasps.

“Are those what I think they are?”

I nod. “All the footage I took of you in Berlin… including all the footage I recorded of us…”

Her fingers find my wrist. “For some reason, I thought you’d already gotten rid of those.”

“I hadn’t even thought of them until recently. But when I remembered they exist, I knew they had to go. Will you do the honors?”

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a matchbook.

“Is… is that gasoline?” Melina asks, sniffing the air.

“The fireplace is drenched in it.”

“Are you sure this is safe?”

“If the house burns down, then I’ll buy us another.”

“And we burn with it?” Melina asks. Still, she takes the matchbook from my hand.

“Then we’ll rise like phoenix from the ashes.”

“Okay, that sounds pretty cool.”

“Light us up, angel.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her light a matchstick. But before she can throw it into the fireplace, she turns to me.

“But how will you teach me to be better in bed?”

I can’t help but laugh.

“You’re already perfect in bed,” I tell her. “But if you want to learn some new techniques, or if you just want to watch us fuck, we can make new tapes. But these ones have to go, they’re tainted.”

“I guess you’re right,” Melina whispers. Lifting the lit match, she stares into the fireplace. “To a thousand new sex tapes!”

“Cheers,” I smile.

She tosses the match into the fireplace and it immediately takes. A small fireball erupts around the open laptop. The screen starts to melt. The hard drives sink alongside it.

I take Melina’s hand and we watch the flames skip and dance over the dark side of our past together.

But it doesn’t take long before her grip tightens.

“Wait, “she whispers, dipping her head. “What about the sex tapes you have with other women? Like the one you accidentally sent me…”

Leaning over, I plant a gentle kiss on her warm forehead.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“What does that mean?”