The whole room burst out into light laughter but quickly quieted down as video came on the screen.
I was in the middle of eating an oyster, not paying attention or looking at the screen, when I heard someone say, “What the hell is that?”
I looked up and my heart nearly stopped. Beside me, Stefan stiffened.
Oh, no. God, no.
The familiar scene of me being led by hand into a room by a half-naked gladiator was on the screen.
“What is this?” Gary demanded of his son, away from the mic again but still being heard.
Cory stared at the screen, looking perplexed. His response was faint, but I still managed to hear it. “I don’t know, Dad. This is not the footage I put into the player.”
“Take care of this.”
“Yes, sir.”
As the scene on the screen became more risqué, people around the room began muttering among themselves and looked uncomfortable.
Suddenly, a scream pierced the air.
A second later, I knew why. On the screen, there was Stefan, still masked, going down on me.
“Eat that pussy!” My pleasured moan rolled out over the entire room.
“My God.” I saw an older man cover his young daughter’s eyes with his hand.
“Cory!” The governor roared, no longer caring about decorum. “Get that God damn video off the screen now!”
Cory’s voice was filled with panic as he frantically pressed buttons on the player. ‘I’m trying, Dad, I’m trying.”
“Turn the fucking thing off!” The governor yelled again, his face red with rage.
A sudden, high-pitched laugh suddenly drew my gaze away from the damning video and shock rolled through me. There, sitting several tables away, was Veronica George, dressed in finery, smiling at me with devious pleasure.
You bitch, I thought. Stefan was right, it was a Kappa. It was you this whole time.
“Surprise, surprise, Bella,” Veronica called sweetly.
Stefan turned and looked at me as my mother turned and stared at us both in horror. “Well,” he said in solemn tones that said he already accepted his impending doom, “This is not going to end well.”
Chapter 26
Stefan
Our sex tape was still playing out on the large-screen TV before the shocked audience. In it, Bella and I still wore our masks as I fucked her like a wild beast, my ass flexing with each powerful thrust, but it was fast approaching the moment where Bella recognized me and tore my mask off.
To me, it didn’t matter if my face was revealed in the video. Our parents had probably already recognized us from the moment we appeared on-screen, elaborate costumes or not.
I was just waiting for their shock to wear off and for the shit to hit the fan.
Thankfully, the screen abruptly went blank, silencing Bella’s moans and my feral grunts just as I was about to blow my load, and just before Bella tore off my mask, revealing my identity. For the party guests, I felt some small consolation that the mysterious couple on screen having sex would remain a mystery . . . at least for now.
“I got it off!” Cory, the governor’s son, shouted with triumph from where he had been furiously hammering on a laptop that had been feeding our sex tape to the large screen before just yanking out the cord connecting it to the video system. Cory studied the laptop like it was defective, flipping it over on its side before setting it back down on a small stand. “I don’t know why the hell it wouldn’t shut off before. It was like the whole system froze when I tried to close the video.”
“Finally!” Gary, the governor, snapped. He stomped across the stage and over to his son. “You would have thought you were a damn imbecile with computers with how long it took you.” The governor tried to be quiet with his next words, but his furious whisper was still clearly audible over the outraged chatter in the room. “What the hell was that all about, Cory? Was that one of your damned pornos?”
The young man looked appalled. “No! Of course not, Father. I would never keep a file like that on my work laptop. You know me better than that.”
The governor looked unconvinced and gave him a stare.
Cory scowled. “I swear. Someone must have tampered with my laptop while we were going around greeting everyone.” Cory pointed sharply at the CD that he pulled from the laptop. “See here, the CD is named Gary Rich Theater Presentation.”
“Wait,” Cory added. “This isn't my handwriting. Someone must've replaced it somehow. Someone got on my laptop and put this CD in instead—I just assumed it was the same CD. I'm so sorry, Father.”
The next few words of their conversation were lost in the loud chatter of the outraged guests, but I could tell by the look on both of their faces that they were discussing what to do about the culprit.