place tomorrow. 6:00pm. Be there or this goes public.
I couldn’t imagine what could possibly be on that video that would compel me to go to his dad’s fundraiser, but my curiosity got the best of me and I tapped the screen to play the video. The screen lit up with me…and Wyatt…on the steps of the pool. My loud moans filled the bathroom and I watched frozen in place as Wyatt kissed his way up my thigh. When his hand reached for my bikini bottoms my phone dropped from my hands, crashing on the floor and breaking apart, and I stumbled back until I ran into the wall. I clasped my hands over my mouth and my eyes filled with tears.
I barely had time to recover before Wyatt opened the door. “Taryn? What’s wrong?” I dropped to my knees to reassemble my phone, letting my hair fall in front of my face so he couldn’t see my expression. “Um, nothing. I…I just dropped my phone,” I mumbled, praying that he wouldn’t notice the tremor in my voice. “I should get back to my room.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I could feel his eyes on me and I imagined the concern I would find there if I looked at him. I just nodded and stood up, making sure to flip the light off so he couldn’t see me well. I hugged him and gave him a quick kiss before slipping out of his room and into mine. I knew I wouldn’t sleep tonight, and I couldn’t stay with him while I tried to figure this out.
Most of the night was spent pacing the floor in my bedroom, racking my brain for a way out of this. A million questions raced through my mind. First and foremost was how in the hell did Ryan get that video of us. And what did he want from me? He didn’t need money, so it had to be something else. I was terrified that what he wanted was me. How far could I go to protect my reputation, Wyatt’s privacy and my father’s public image? Yes, I was an adult and it was perfectly acceptable for me to engage in adult activities. But what little I saw was basically a sex tape – I wasn’t sure a presidential campaign could survive a sex tape.
I finally lay down around 5:00 am, and I heard Wyatt come in about an hour later. I was facing away from the door and I kept my eyes closed and my breathing even as he sat on the bed and gently brushed my hair off my face. He had to have wondered why I left so abruptly, but I just couldn’t tell him about this. Not yet. When he left my room a few minutes later, I decided it was time to wake Lindsay up.
Me: Wake up. I need you here now.
Lindsay: What’s up?
Me: Just get here. Code Red.
Code Red was something Lindsay and I came up with when we were kids. We were only supposed to say it if it was a ‘drop everything’ emergency. Neither of us had used it in years, but this situation seemed appropriate.
Lindsay: Be there in 30
I took a quick shower and put on a pair of yoga shorts and a tank top. When Lindsay arrived looking like she just rolled out of bed, which I guess she did thanks to me, I was sitting cross-legged on my bed twirling my phone around in my hands. She shut my door behind her. “What’s the emergency? And why does Wyatt look like his dog just died?” I groaned and dropped my head into my hands. The last thing I wanted to do was to make Wyatt feel like I was shutting him out, but I just couldn’t drag him into this. Ryan was doing this because of me. It was my problem. I tossed my phone toward Lindsay.
“Ryan sent me a text last night. He has video of me…and Wyatt…doing stuff.” Lindsay furrowed her brow. “What kind of stuff?” I pushed the phone closer to her. “Stuff stuff. He said to be at his place tonight at 6:00 or he would make the video public.” Lindsay’s eyes were wide as she processed this.
“I couldn’t watch it. But I want you to watch it. All of it. I need to know what’s on that video so I can figure out what to do.”
I couldn’t imagine what could possibly be on that video that would compel me to go to his dad’s fundraiser, but my curiosity got the best of me and I tapped the screen to play the video. The screen lit up with me…and Wyatt…on the steps of the pool. My loud moans filled the bathroom and I watched frozen in place as Wyatt kissed his way up my thigh. When his hand reached for my bikini bottoms my phone dropped from my hands, crashing on the floor and breaking apart, and I stumbled back until I ran into the wall. I clasped my hands over my mouth and my eyes filled with tears.
I barely had time to recover before Wyatt opened the door. “Taryn? What’s wrong?” I dropped to my knees to reassemble my phone, letting my hair fall in front of my face so he couldn’t see my expression. “Um, nothing. I…I just dropped my phone,” I mumbled, praying that he wouldn’t notice the tremor in my voice. “I should get back to my room.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I could feel his eyes on me and I imagined the concern I would find there if I looked at him. I just nodded and stood up, making sure to flip the light off so he couldn’t see me well. I hugged him and gave him a quick kiss before slipping out of his room and into mine. I knew I wouldn’t sleep tonight, and I couldn’t stay with him while I tried to figure this out.
Most of the night was spent pacing the floor in my bedroom, racking my brain for a way out of this. A million questions raced through my mind. First and foremost was how in the hell did Ryan get that video of us. And what did he want from me? He didn’t need money, so it had to be something else. I was terrified that what he wanted was me. How far could I go to protect my reputation, Wyatt’s privacy and my father’s public image? Yes, I was an adult and it was perfectly acceptable for me to engage in adult activities. But what little I saw was basically a sex tape – I wasn’t sure a presidential campaign could survive a sex tape.
I finally lay down around 5:00 am, and I heard Wyatt come in about an hour later. I was facing away from the door and I kept my eyes closed and my breathing even as he sat on the bed and gently brushed my hair off my face. He had to have wondered why I left so abruptly, but I just couldn’t tell him about this. Not yet. When he left my room a few minutes later, I decided it was time to wake Lindsay up.
Me: Wake up. I need you here now.
Lindsay: What’s up?
Me: Just get here. Code Red.
Code Red was something Lindsay and I came up with when we were kids. We were only supposed to say it if it was a ‘drop everything’ emergency. Neither of us had used it in years, but this situation seemed appropriate.
Lindsay: Be there in 30
I took a quick shower and put on a pair of yoga shorts and a tank top. When Lindsay arrived looking like she just rolled out of bed, which I guess she did thanks to me, I was sitting cross-legged on my bed twirling my phone around in my hands. She shut my door behind her. “What’s the emergency? And why does Wyatt look like his dog just died?” I groaned and dropped my head into my hands. The last thing I wanted to do was to make Wyatt feel like I was shutting him out, but I just couldn’t drag him into this. Ryan was doing this because of me. It was my problem. I tossed my phone toward Lindsay.
“Ryan sent me a text last night. He has video of me…and Wyatt…doing stuff.” Lindsay furrowed her brow. “What kind of stuff?” I pushed the phone closer to her. “Stuff stuff. He said to be at his place tonight at 6:00 or he would make the video public.” Lindsay’s eyes were wide as she processed this.
“I couldn’t watch it. But I want you to watch it. All of it. I need to know what’s on that video so I can figure out what to do.”
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