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He clicks to refresh the webpage over and over. “It was.Iwas the reason everything happened. I was the one who proposed to her. I was the one who testified against you in court. Everything was fine, untilIfell for her.”
I shake my head. “Shewas the reason everything happened. Not you. She was the evil bitch.”
“I told myself I’d never let a woman trick me like that again. AndJennydid. She did itso much worsethan Johanna. At least Johanna told us her real goddamn name!”
Suddenly, the laptop screen flickers white as Google finally loads up.
“Finally.” Riven leans forward and typesJenny Adamsin the search bar.
I drop into a chair and watch, my heart racing. I have no idea what’s going on, but the one thing I do know, is that I trust Daisy. I know whatever it is that she’s done, she’s a good person.
The name pulls back thousands of results. I squint at the first headline. It’s a news article from The Express.High School Teacher Fired After P*rn Star History is Revealed.“Daisy does porn?”
“Jenny,” Riv insists. “Her name is Jenny.”
“She’s Daisy to me.” I reach over his shoulder and click on the article, skimming it.
In Brighton, a high school art teacher is currently under fire after adult videos of her were leaked to the faculty and the parents of several students. One mother, who received the inappropriate content in an email, expressed that she was ‘horrified’ that ‘someone so depraved would be allowed to educate teenagers,’ while another worried that the ‘screening processes for teachers aren’t severe enough.’
After a thorough investigation, Alton Secondary School quickly dismissed Miss Adams, leaving a class of A-level students in the lurch, just months before their exams.
I squint. It’s hard to imagine Daisy as a porn star. I mean, she certainly has the body for it, she’s sexy as fuck. But I remember how angry she got when Riv asked her to take off her shirt.
“I guess this is why she didn’t want us knowing her real name,” Riv mutters.
“But why? Why would we care about her doing porn? It’s her business.” Like, yeah, it’s really awkward and shitty that the videos were sent round to the parents of her students; but the article said they gotleaked. It’s not like she was playing them in her homeroom.
Cole doesn’t say anything.
Riv goes back to the search page and scrolls through the results. There’s alotof porn sites listed. He clicks on one at random.
I grimace. “Dude. Shouldn’t we go get her for this? She’s literally in the next room. It feels weird to watch a video of her having sex without her.”
“I want to know the truth,” he gets out. I sigh as Daisy pops up on the screen. Riv’s always been like this. When he’s faced with a problem, he has to solve it. He’s going to Sherlock this mystery until he’s worked out exactly what’s happening.
I focus on the video. It’s of Daisy sitting on the bed in a t-shirt and panties, kissing a guy. I’m surprised by the jealousy that stabs through me when I see his hand on her thigh.
“Do we have to watch this,” I moan. “I said I like to watch, but not just random guys—”
“Shut up.”
“He’s completely missing that spot on her neck she likes—”
“Eli. Shut. Up.”
I sigh, slumping back in my chair, and let the tape roll. I’ve got a bad feeling about this. The further on we get into the video, the worse it gets.
Not to brag, but I’m pretty familiar with porn. I’m honestly somewhat of a connoisseur. I prefer to have an actual, real-life woman in my arms, but after five years of living in the wilderness, stuck inside during bad weather, I’ve become pretty familiar with sex tapes.
This isn’t a sex tape.
This isn’t sex tape sex. There’s no dirty talk or strip teases. None of it seems performed. She’s not trying to position herself so she looks good on the camera, arching her back or sucking in her stomach. She’s wearing plain black panties. Yeah, they obviously look amazing on her; but if I were a woman filming herself having sex, I’d probably pick out something a bit nicer.
The two of them start messing around. As she rolls on top of the guy, I hear she’s talking about her classes for the day. His face has been cropped out, but hers is perfectly clear.
This isn’t porn, I realise. It’s not performed at all. It’s just domestic, comfortable, loving-partner sex. She doesn’t look at the camera once as she reaches for the hem of her shirt. As she starts to lift it up, I slam my finger on the space button, pausing it. I feel sick. “Dude. I don’t think she knew that was being filmed.”
Cole stands up, scraping out his chair. “Fuck this. I’m going to find her. Turn that shit off.”
