Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

I reached into my bag and pulled out my iPad, the same one I had used for presentations and research notes and all the mundane tasks of my daily work life. unlocked it and navigated to the folder where I had saved the videos Dominic had sent me, the videos of Seraphine and Julian in various hotels and resorts, their bodies tangled together, their mouths open in moans of pleasure that they had no idea were being recorded.

I selected one of the videos, a particularly graphic one that showed Seraphrine riding Julian’s cock on a balcony overlooking the ocean, her tits bouncing, her head thrown back, her moans carried away by the wind, and I increased the volume to its highest setting.

The next second, the entire laboratory hall was filled with the sounds of sexual moans and skin slapping against skin.

I handed the iPad to Pat, who was staring at the screen with wide eyes and an open mouth, her face pale, her hands trembling as she took the device from me.

“Everyone, come closer and see for yourselves,” I said, gesturing toward the tablet.

They did not need to be told twice. The staff crowded around Pat, their heads craning, their eyes fixed on the screen, their murmurs growing louder and more shocked with every passing second. I watched as their expressions shifted from confusion to disgust to outright horror, their eyes darting between the screen and Seraphine, who was standing at the center of the room with a confused look on her face, clearly wondering what everyone was watching.

“There are many other videos on there,” I said, my voice calm and conversational. “Different locations. Different times. Spanning several months. It seems someone has been very busy.”

The iPad almost slipped from Pat’s hands but one of the technicians caught it, holding it steady, and the crowd continued to watch, their murmurs growing into loud exclamations of disbelief. Someone gasped. Someone else let out a low whistle. A woman in the back covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide.

Seraphine’s confusion finally gave way to suspicion and she took a step forward, her face twisting. “What are you all watching? What is that?”

Pat snatched the iPad back from the technician and marched toward Seraphine with a fury in her step that made even me take notice. She stopped directly in front of Seraphine, her face red, her hand shaking as she pointed the screen at her, and she thrust the tablet so close to Seraphine’s face that she could not have avoided seeing it even if she had tried.

Seraphine stared at the screen.

Her face went through a series of transformations that I would have found fascinating under different circumstances. First came the confusion, the furrowing of her brow, the slight tilt of her head as she tried to process what she was seeing. Then came the recognition, the widening of her eyes, the parting of her lips, the dawning horror that spread across her features like a stain. And finally came the fear, the pallor that drained the color from her cheeks, the trembling of her lower lip, the way her hands flew up to cover her mouth.

She tried to snatch the iPad from Pat’s hands but Pat was faster. She pulled it away, holding it out of Seraphine’s reach, and then she drew back her hand and delivered a hard slap across Seraphine’s cheek that echoed through the silent space like a gunshot.

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