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Damian
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Damian Marshall’s Alaskan Sex Tape
After days of close calls and near misses, we finally caught up with Damian Marshall, who has been taking a little R & R at a remote Alaskan resort. The actor certainly seemed to be enjoying himself in the arms of an unidentified man, lending further confirmation to the rumors swirling that theShadow Leaguestar is gay and that the altercation with director Anderson Lind at Cannes earlier this month had to do with a relationship between the two of them, whether past or ongoing.
Lind could not be reached for comment, and what he thinks about the new man in Marshall’s life—and his lap—remains to be seen.
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Shit.Shit, shit, shit, and fucking goddammit.
A sex tape? I mean, honestly, what are the odds?
It was taken by a drone, from the looks of it. Must have been up pretty high with a big ass lens, because neither of us heard anything.
Then again, with the roar of blood in my ears and all my other senses concentrated on Jack’s mouth around my cock, I probably would have missed a fighter jet flyby.
And now it’s on the internet. The video. Screen grabs. Edits with soundtracks. Memes. It’s been barely twelve hours since we were recorded, and it’s already taken on a life of its own.
Jack left at some point. I don’t remember when. Roberta and Vin are on the laptop talking. There are four other people on the call. A lawyer, two crisis management PR types, and I don’t even know who the fourth person is. I don’t know any of their names. I can’t even hear what they’re saying. All I can see is the footage playing over and over in my brain. My fingers in Jack’s hair, his head in my lap bobbing vigorously so there’s no denying what’s going on. No smoothing it over. The video has already circled the globe a dozen times.
“Leave in the morning,” Roberta is saying. “We’ve got a plane set to go as soon as the sun is up.”
I nod while she and Vin work out the logistics. An army of press will be here as soon as it’s daylight. The sooner we get out, the sooner the lodge staff can go into damage control mode. They can protect their staff—protect Jack—without me creating a distraction.
The click of the laptop as Vin closes it brings me back to the present. The room is mostly dark. We’re sitting side by side on the sofa. A standing lamp is on. Another light by the bed. I left that one on so I could see Jack’s beautiful body, and in the end, I got to see the confusion and the betrayal on his face.
Shit. I fucked this up so badly, and I have no one to blame but myself. The sex tape would have been bad enough on its own, but it’s a thousand times worse that it’s how Jack found out I’ve been lying this whole time.
“You okay?” Vin says.
I nod. I’m not sure I’ve spoken since Vin got his call going. “Yup. Just staring down the consequences of my own actions.”
He squeezes my hand. “We’ll figure this out. We always do.”
It’s after two in the morning by the time Vin leaves. He tells me to get some sleep, and I honestly try, but every time I close my eyes, I’m tormented by the memories of Jack’s mouth on mine. His hands on me. The trust he placed in me that I utterly destroyed all because I was too scared and self-absorbed to be honest.
After three, I find myself walking down the stairs to the ground floor. Marci is sitting at the desk, staring at her phone. I try to slink along the walls, but she must hear me, because her head snaps up. She opens her mouth, but I press a finger to my lips, and her jaw snaps shut again. Silently, I point to the Staff Onlydoor, and she glances around us before she nods slowly. I can’t tell if she knows or if she thinks I’m sneaking off for one more round with Jack. I hope it’s the latter, but it probably isn’t.
His door is the only one with a strip of light spilling out from underneath. My head spins as I tap on the wood so softly that I have to knock again. The sound of footsteps inside has my knees and guts going liquid, but I need to stay. He deserves to understand what happened.
Jack’s in a worn T-shirt and faded sweats when he opens the door. He has to have known it was me, but he still looks me up and down like he doesn’t know who I am, and in the end, he doesn’t.
Wordlessly, he steps aside, and I let out a breath as I follow him into the room. He pulls out the chair from the desk and sits on it, so I have no option but to sit on the bed, which leaves me feeling unexpectedly vulnerable.Morevulnerable.
“First off,” I say. “I owe you an apology. Several, in fact. I might have apologized before, but I don’t remember, so let me do it again. Jack, I’m so sorry.”
He stays silent for so long it’s like he’s turned to stone. Finally, he folds his arms over his chest and says, “I need more than that,Damian.”
Hearing him say that name makes me feel sick. “You’ve been online?”
“Didn’t even have to go looking too far for it. The first news site I went to had pictures all over it. And your name.”
I don’t know which is worse. That he had to see us splashed everywhere for the world’s amusement, or that he found my name before I had a chance to tell him. But I guess I had dozens of chances to tell him.
