Lucas read the address one more time, then locked his phone.
That was enough.
Gracie had taken the bait, sent her location, and was already waiting for a meeting she didn’t fully understand. For now, that was all he needed. A quiet sense of satisfaction settled in his chest as he stood up from the couch. The next part of the plan required him to move.
He headed upstairs without saying much.
The shower was quick but thorough. Hot water ran over his shoulders as he washed off the remaining heaviness of the morning, the livestream, and the ridiculous conversation that had followed. By the time he stepped out, his mind was already clearer. He dried off, changed into fresh clothes, and picked up his car keys from the desk.
It was time to start shaping his payback.
He was halfway down the stairs when Debbie appeared near the bottom.
"You’re going out?" she asked, eyes narrowing slightly as she noticed the keys in his hand.
"Yes," Lucas replied simply.
He didn’t slow down much, but before he could reach the door, Mia walked in from the kitchen carrying a plate of food. The moment she saw him heading out, her expression changed.
"No," she said firmly. "You’re not leaving like that."
Lucas glanced at her. "I’ll eat later."
Mia shook her head and blocked his path with the plate still in her hands. "You’ve been running around since morning. After last night, you need to eat."
The mention of last night made Daisy look over from the couch with a small, knowing smile. Debbie leaned against the wall, clearly agreeing with Mia.
"She’s right," Debbie said. "You barely sat down before all this Gracie chaos started."
Mia’s voice softened a little, though her stance didn’t. "Just eat first. You can go after."
Lucas looked at the three of them. There was no real opening to argue without turning it into a longer discussion, and he didn’t feel like wasting the energy. After a short pause, he exhaled and slipped the car keys back into his pocket.
"Fine."
They moved to the dining table together. The spread was simple but warm ~ the kind of breakfast that felt heavier than it looked after a long night and a chaotic morning. Lucas sat down and started eating while the three girls settled around him.
For a while, the table was quiet except for the sound of plates and utensils. Then Daisy spoke.
"So... that Gracie woman."
Mia glanced at Lucas. "What exactly are you planning to do with her?"
Debbie rested her chin on her hand. "You don’t drop 200 million on someone for no reason."
Lucas kept eating, unbothered by the attention.
"You’ll see," he said.
That answer satisfied none of them.
Daisy frowned. "That’s all you’re going to say?"
"For now."
Mia sighed, clearly used to this side of him, while Debbie shook her head with a small, frustrated smile. They all wanted details. They all knew he was already several steps ahead. And they also knew that when Lucas decided to keep something to himself, pushing only made him say less.
So they ate, stole glances at him between bites, and sat with the quiet tension of unfinished questions.
Whatever he was about to do next, he clearly had no intention of explaining it until it was already in motion.
Meanwhile, in Durnik’s office, Lena was still on top of him.
Her skirt was pushed up around her waist, and she was bouncing hard on his small, thick cock, her ass slapping down against his thighs with every movement. The chair creaked under them as she worked her hips in tight, desperate circles. Durnik’s hands gripped her waist, forcing her down harder each time she rose.
"That’s it," he muttered, breath uneven. "Don’t stop."
Lena moaned and kept going, her wetness coating him completely. After a few more deep bounces, Durnik’s grip tightened. He shoved her down all the way, burying himself as deep as his size allowed, and came hard inside her ass with a strained groan. His body tensed as he emptied himself, holding her firmly in place until the last pulse faded.
For a moment he just sat there, head tilted back, breathing heavily.
Then he pushed her off his lap.
"On your knees," he said.
Lena slid down between his legs without argument. His cock was still messy, slick with cum. He grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her forward.
"Clean it."
She opened her mouth and took him in, sucking slowly at first, then harder as he pressed deeper. The wet sound of her lips filled the quiet office. Durnik leaned back in the chair, eyes half-closed, letting out a weak, satisfied breath as she worked her tongue over every inch.
"Yes... suck it. Just like that."
By the time she finished, his breathing had settled. He pushed her head back, pulled his trousers up, and finally turned toward his computer with the lazy confidence of a man who thought the day still belonged to him.
The screen lit up.
Then the notifications started.
One.
Then five.
Then dozens.
His private messages, mentions, and alerts were piling up so fast the screen could barely keep up. Confused, he clicked the first one.
A video.
His stomach dropped.
It was him. Shirtless. Holding his phone at a downward angle. That same short, fat cock in his hand while he talked filth into the camera.
His heart started pounding.
He opened another.
Then another.
Different clips. Different angles. All of them the same humiliating content he had once sent in private. Now they were everywhere.
"What the fuck...?"
His voice cracked as he stood up so fast the chair rolled back behind him.
"What the fuck is this?!"
Outside the office, Lena had just fixed her clothes. The moment she heard him shout, she rushed back in.
"Boss? What happened?"
Durnik didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on the screen as more tagged videos appeared. Lena moved closer, leaning over his shoulder ~ and froze when she saw the images.
Her boss.
Exposed.
Stroking himself.
Moaning at the camera like an idiot.
"How the hell did this leak?" Durnik snapped, hands shaking as he started searching.
Lena pulled out her phone and began checking as well. It didn’t take long.
"Boss... I found who posted it."
Before she could finish, Durnik snatched the phone from her hand.
The moment he saw the face on the screen, the blood drained from his expression.
Gracie.
Clips from her livestream were already circulating. Her voice. Her soft little performance. And right there on camera, she was showing the exact videos he had sent her months ago.
The same videos now being laughed at by millions.
Something in Durnik’s chest twisted hard. This wasn’t just a leak. This was public humiliation on a scale he had never experienced. His name, his body, his private desperation ~ all of it was being passed around like a joke.
"That bitch..."
His breathing grew heavier.
"That fucking bitch."
He slammed both hands on the desk so hard the monitor jumped and pens scattered across the floor.
For a moment he just stood there, shaking, staring at the screen like he could force it to disappear through sheer rage.
Then the shock cracked into something darker.
"No. No. No. I am not taking this."
His voice was low and rough, almost unsteady.
"She messed with the wrong person."
Durnik grabbed his phone, unlocked it with trembling fingers, and dialed a number.
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