In My Desperate Time

There are around a dozen photos of me making out with Noah in the car.

His face can't be seen in any of them, but mine isn't that lucky. Even the pores on my face are clear as day.

They are all hard to watch.

Some capture him sitting on me and kissing my shoulders.

Some are about him fondling my boobs lewdly.

Most shockingly, there is actually a picture of me placing my head around his private parts.

Even though my back was facing the camera, anyone who is familiar with this kind of intimacy knows what I was doing.

But I'm sure I never did the most important part with him!

I only got into his car once. Does this mean it wasn't a dream?

Did he really drug me?

did he do it for these photos? And is this why he was satisfied with just making out? What purpose can they

every photo. If they get out, I would

panic and call

exactly are you trying to

isn't after money. He is respected and in high status. My money is on

my guess to be true. It would sadden me if the person I

don't go

voice comes

for you like trash. The only one you care about is Frances. Do you think he is richer than me

am certain Noah doesn't love me anymore. It is more like an obsession. He can't handle the fact that he can't have me. Therefore, he was driven to do such a

force myself to calm down, and say to him in a deep voice, "On what terms can

and laughable! Let me tell you. I've sent them to all the major media. Very soon, you'll see what a slut you are on the news! Jane, you brought this to yourself. You

that, Noah hangs up

again, his phone is

What should I do?

I supposed to

am agitated and furious. Gripping my phone, I