Drake shoots me a look and we both roll our eyes at his ridiculousness.
Both Drake and Liam’s phones start to go off continuously.
“What the fuck?” Drake mumbles as they both pull them out of their pocket.
Sitting down, I make myself comfortable while they handle their business. Soon the sounds of grunting and moaning fill the air.
“Seriously? Watching porn with me right here?” I roll my eyes.
“Holy. Shit,” Liam stutters.
Drake starts to chant. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“What the hell is going on?” I frown at them.
“You need to go grab your phone right now,” Drake demands as he pounds away at his screen as his phone continues to vibrate.
Liam jumps up and runs into the house. Standing, I shoot Drake a look over my shoulder as I make my way inside.
What the hell could be so urgent?
“Are Ezra and Aurora okay?” I ask Liam as I step into the kitchen.
Liam shoves my phone into my chest and then grips the kitchen island as if it’s a lifeline. “If their phones are off? They are fine. If they’ve seen this shit show, then absolutely not.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I unlock my phone.
I frown as I see that I have hundreds of notifications and the number keeps growing by the second.
“You should sit down before you open anything,” Drake says from behind me.
Pulling out a barstool, I sit down and take a deep breath as I tap my screen. Next thing I know, breathy moans and grunts spill out of my speakers. I choke back the vomit as the video plays in front of me. It’s a sex tape taken from inside my living room in San Juan. You can clearly see Liam and Drake touching each other as they watch Ezra and I please Aurora.
“How in the hell. Who did this?” I demand as I chuck my phone across the room.
It hits the wall and shatters.
“I don’t know.” Liam shakes his head, voice shaking.
“We know it was none of us. We wouldn’t do that to each other, let alone Aurora,” Drake says confidently. “Who all has access to the house?”
I bring my head down into my hands and pull my hair. I can hear the sound of my heart racing through my ears.
Holy fuck. Someone taped us. Someone went into my home and taped us.
“Santiago, pull it the fuck together,” Drake yells, making me look up. “Who has access to the house?”
“My parents have a key. The caretaker comes in and cleans and stocks the place before we arrive. The landscaper doesn’t have access inside.”
“Do you think the camera could be outside in the breezeway?” Liam asks.
I shake my head before he even gets the question out completely. “You couldn’t see the sliding glass doors in the video, so it was taken from inside. Someone went into my home and put up a camera to purposefully sabotage us.”
“Who in the fuck have you pissed off lately? Hell, who has any of us pissed off?” Liam asks as he paces, running his fingers through his hair.
“I can’t think of anyone,” I confess.
“Neither can I.” Drake’s phone rings, and he puts it on speakerphone. “Hey Saul. You have Liam, Santi, and I.”
