MY BOYFRIEND'S CREDITOR 1.
SARAH'S POV.
I knew things weren't going well for Alex, my boyfriend recently, but he had no right to sell my illicit videos to his best friend, Derek.
The same Derek who always made passes at me despite my numerous rejections.
I stood in the middle of my room, my skin still damp from the shower I had taken a few minutes ago, wearing nothing but my robe, with shaky fingers, barely managing to hold my phone right as I reread the message over and over again as if expecting it to change to something else.
{Come meet me at my place, or your videos go live in the next one hour}
It was sent 20 minutes ago, while I was still in the shower, so I had less than 40 minutes now, and Derek's house was at least a thirty minutes drive from my place.
I try Alex's number
