CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Penelope's POV

I sat in the plush leather seat of Julien's 2023 Rolls-Royce Phantom, my fingers absently tracing the smooth finish of the dashboard. The car was a masterpiece—sleek, powerful, and luxurious. Evan had the poster of this exact model in our room, claiming every day that he would own one someday. That was how I had known it instantly.

I shifted slightly, her legs still weak, her breath uneven from what had transpired between Julien and I just minutes ago. My heart hadn't steadied since. Guilt coiled tightly in my stomach, but I shoved it down, focusing on something else. Anything else.

My eyes fell on Madison's phone in my purse. For some reason, I had never once thought to search for Julien online. I had only heard about him from people—whispers of his name, fear in their eyes. And from Madison, of course. But never had she taken the time to truly know who he was.

Now seemed like the perfect time.

I unlocked the phone with the exact passcode and typed his name into the search bar.

Julien Laurent.

The first thing that caught my eye was the sheer number of results. Articles, interviews, scandals, business deals. But what made my heart nearly stop was his net worth—360 billion dollars.

I blinked. Was that… even real?

"Is it just Laurent Fashion that brings in that much money?" I thought, my fingers tightening around the phone. Surely, the fashion empire was thriving, but even that couldn't explain a number like that.

My mind barely had time to process when the phone vibrated. A new message from an unknown number.

I frowned.

Then, I clicked on it. And then—my entire body turned to ice.

"You cheap slut." The message said, a video attachment was below the text. My fingers trembled as I hesitated before opening it. The screen illuminated with an image of her and Julien in the office just moments ago—a back view of our backshot position against his desk.

My stomach twisted violently.

My shaky fingers play the 5 seconds, and it's just Julien slamming into me as I moaned out his name.

The angle of the camera seemed to be positioned behind us. The only thing in view is Julien's suit pant hanging low on his waist - his black Calvin Klein in view - as she thrusted into me and my legs adorned with the heels, peaking in between his legs. It was that moment he had held my waist and slammed into me faster as I screamed out his name like a banshee.

"Who—? How—?"

My breathing became shallow, my hands clammy as sweaty. Someone had been watching. Someone had recorded them. But who? Who sent this?

The nausea threatened to rise in my throat.

Just then, Julien opened the car door, sliding into the driver's seat smoothly. He smelled like clean cologne and danger, his presence filling the space effortlessly. He had put on his suit - unbuttoned - and wore new colognes.

He smelled heavenly.

"Sorry I kept you waiting, baby," he said, his voice warm, affectionate. He reached over, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Everything's settled now. Ready to go?"

I could barely hear him over the blood rushing in my ears. The phone was still in my lap, the message burning into my retinas.

Julien pushes the button to start the car's engine, and the car zoomed off, setting onto the busy road.

Before I could even compose myself and act like I never saw that message, another message came in.

"You promised me not to let that man fuck you again."

My breath hitched.

"Again?" My mind echoed.

My fingers curled into fists. Who was this? How did they know? And…

"Not to let him again?"

Was this… addressed to Madison? Had Madison promised someone not to sleep with Julien? What is happening?

My thoughts spun wildly, panic gripping her chest.

"You okay?" Julien's voice broke through my fog.

I snapped my head up, swallowing hard. "Yeah. Just… thinking."

He didn't seem convinced, but he let it slide. Instead, his lips twitched unimpressively, his face set in a hard line attractively as he focused on the road."About what?"

"Lauriot." I quickly say, hoping he buys it and leaves me to my messy thoughts.

"Dont worry, Lauriot is settled. Just think of our trip this weekend."

I swallowed. Right, the trip. As if things couldn't get even worse...

"I made arrangements already. I called Mrs Leroy, the manager of Laurent Fashion Maldives branch. She is a good friend of mine and has promised to help."

I nodded, feigning a delightful smile.

Eyes still fixed on the road, Julien pulls the car to a halt for the stop sign. His hand casually finds my naked thigh, and he grabs onto it, pulling my legs on his laps.

He doesn't even grant me a glance as he does this. His strong hand starts moving on my laps, squeezing and caressing.

My mind is reeling. I'm too distracted to even notice his hand already began moving up my thigh, rummaging around my inner thigh.

Another vibration. Another message.

My hands shook as I read it.

"And, you said he had never touched you and never wanted to touch you. Now, you are letting him bang into you. Was that a whole lie?"

My stomach dropped.

My mind skipped.

"Oh my God." My lips moved noiselessly.

Whoever this was… they weren't just watching her. They knew Madison. They knew Julien.

My pulse pounded in my ears.

Julien, still oblivious, moved his fingers to brush my panties, massaging my wet panties.

Of course, his brief touches had quickly made me wet. Fuck me.

Another message.

I felt like she was drowning.

"You told me you never knew what his touch felt like. Now you're letting him fuck you roughly? Such a lying bitch and a slut."

The air in the car turned suffocating.

I couldn't breathe.

Julien is oblivious to all my panicking, his eyes fixed on the road as its engine picks up and it zooms off.

Julien shifted my panties aside, rubbing my wet folds with his thumb finger.

Another message enters with, "You never let me fuck you like that, you slut. You always gave an excuse of, "you are scared Penelope would find out." I've always known you don't just want me to fuck you like fucking Julien is doing to you. But, you could still make up for it. Come to my apartment and let me bend you over and fuck you like that. Penelope is still missing, she is not home, you don't have to worry about bumping into her."

Just as I read the last word, Julien drove his thumb into him, a jerked moan escaping me. 50% of the moan stemmed from the impact of his thumb inside me, and the other is from the messag I had just read.

Evan and Madison? Impossible.

Julien starts moving fast, including a second finger. His moves are fast and practised, hitting the right spot and going at the right pace.

Evan and Madison.

A loud moan escapes me when he adds a fourth finger, driving into me effortlessly fast, his eyes fixed on the road.

His pace suddenly slows and his eyes still pinned on the road he murmurs, "Fuck my fingers."

Evan and Madison.

I take his four fingers, driving into me, I start moving against it, sliding in and out.

I hold onto his hand, steadying it for an easy thrust. My lips parted for soft moans, and I threw my head back, feeling me close to my climax.

The minute I rippled out, collapsing against the leather seat, tears slipped down my face. 

I do well to hide them from Julien, turning away from him.

Evan and Madison were cheating?