Twenty Eight A

CJ

I couldn't stop laughing after Lenora hung up on me. I'd never felt so amused and entertained in a long while. The fact that she'd been snarky hours after I made her climax made it even more hilarious.

No doubt, this was way more than I bargained for. It was becoming wilder than I'd intended, but I was enjoying the thrill of watching her, except for tonight when that bastard made her give him a handjob.

I had set a stealth cam, a button-style mini CCTV camera, in a discreet place in Kilian's apartment, somewhere they would never even find out. It was incredibly small, the size of a button.

The computer gurus I hired made sure to add a QR code and paired it with my phone to prevent unauthorized access to my camera feed. The film would be updated in three weeks, and that was more than enough to know who Killian was.

Lenora didn't know that I had my ways. At first, I didn't intend to use it for anything other than a necessary purpose. After I had begun suspecting Killian, I sent the