He Filmed Us In Bed Then Took My College Admission Chapter 01

He Filmed Us In Bed Then Took My College Admission Chapter 01

After our first time being intimate, Logan Winthorp tenderly wiped away the thin sweat on my forehead.

He spoke softly, “Baby, just give your Crestmont University admission spot to Sierra, okay?”

I stared at him in disbelief. “What did you just say?”

“Sierra was crying under me, looking so pitiful. I was caught up in the moment and just said yes.”

My blood ran cold. “What if I say no?”

He chuckled, gently wrapped his hand around mine, and tapped his phone screen.

A video popped up. It was the two of us, tangled together just moments ago.

“Baby, your little moans sound so sweet in my arms. I really don’t want to share them with anyone else.”

“Be sweet. You can repeat the year, and next year I’ll personally take you to Crestmont University. After graduation, we’ll get married. You know I only love you.”

I clenched my fists so hard my palms bled.

Little did Logan know, my mother had already secured admission for me to an overseas university thousands of miles away.

The future he promised would never come.

***

“Baby, you know I hate threatening people. Especially you.”

He brushed the sweat-damp strands of hair from my forehead, kissing me tenderly again and again.

But the words that came out were like sharp blades. “But you have to be understanding too. Sierra threw herself at me like that. I couldn’t just take without giving anything in return.”

“You’re always so sensitive and easily hurt, and I can’t bear to hurt you. I practiced enough with her first just to get the hang of it, so I could treat you perfectly later.”

I stared at him in utter shock and disbelief.

My chest felt like someone had stabbed me and twisted the blade, leaving me barely able to breathe.

“Why?” My voice came out wrecked.

But Logan acted like nothing was wrong, gently stroking my pale face.

“There’s no particular reason. Sierra’s good-looking and keeps herself clean. When something this good offers itself up freely, why would I ever say no?” He let out a suggestive chuckle. “You seemed to enjoy the results of my practice earlier, didn’t you?”

I felt like I’d swallowed a fly. I barely held back the urge to throw up.

Seeing how pale I’d gone, Logan frowned and pulled me close. “Don’t overthink it, silly. Sierra’s nothing more than a tool I use to take care of my needs. She could never hold a candle to you.”

“And she’s your best friend, so you already know her. While I wait for you to get into Crestmont, sleeping with her means I don’t have to go looking for random, dirty women to relieve myself. Doesn’t that give you peace of mind?”

“Sierra’s really sweet. She doesn’t want a title. She just hopes that after we’re married, she can still hook up with me once in a while.”

I went rigid all over, frozen stiff.

I understood every word he said, but hearing them strung together made me freeze from the inside out.

One was the boy I’d grown up with for ten years, the one who swore he couldn’t live without me.

The other was the girl I’d supported for three years, who swore she’d repay me with her life, the friend I treated like a little sister.

I never in a million years thought that just an hour ago, I was still full of hope for the future, blessed with both perfect love and loyal friendship.

Yet in the blink of an eye, the two people who meant the most to me both betrayed me, leaving me with absolutely nothing at all.

I took deep breaths, trying to push down the nausea and the sharp, suffocating pain.

“Logan, you can have Sierra. But I’m not giving up my Crestmont admission spot.”

As soon as I said that, Logan couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous. You swore when you were eight that you’d marry no one but me. You’ve stuck by my side all these years, never leaving me for a second. Everyone knows you love me more than anything in the world.”

“How could you ever survive without me?”

I felt like a fish tossed onto dry land, choking for air.

When I was eight, my parents divorced, and I was left with my dad, who was always traveling for work.

The nanny hired to take care of me stole all the money Dad left for living expenses and tried to sell me to human traffickers.

It was Logan who saved me. He got dragged hundreds of miles by an illegal cab and risked everything just to pull me to safety.

Barely alive, he still covered my terrified eyes before he passed out. “Ellie, don’t look. I’m not going to die. I’m going to protect you for the rest of my life.”

But that ray of light I once saw as my salvation had turned into a sharp sword piercing straight through my heart ten years later.

When I didn’t respond, Logan pulled a document from the nightstand.

He put a pen in my hand and wrapped his arms around me from behind, smiling. “The waiver form for Crestmont. Sign it, baby.”

The sultry audio from his phone kept playing on loop, and he watched the content with obvious amusement. “You’ve got such a lovely figure and such a sweet voice, babe.”

I was shaking all over, biting my lip so hard my mouth filled with blood. I couldn’t tell if it was rage or grief anymore.

After a long time, I swallowed down the bitter, salty tears and forced the words out. “I’ll sign it. You delete the video.”

“Of course. Anything you dislike, I’ll wipe it all away completely, I promise.”

His phone rang. The screen showed a contact saved as “Sweetheart.”

Logan didn’t answer. He pulled on his pants, grabbed the signed form, and kissed my forehead before leaving. “That’s my girl.”

I sat there frozen, watching him walk away.

I sat for a long time, tears streaming until I couldn’t feel anything anymore.

Then I dialed a number I knew by heart.

“Mom, I’ll listen to you. I’m coming to you.”