“Me,” she whispered with disbelief. “Um…it’s um…us.”
“What are you talking about?”
Taylor stared at her phone, horrified by a video that showed her on her knees with Victor’s penis in her mouth.
“Oh, shit!” Victoria gasped, covering her mouth. Her eyes were wide with shock as the porno played out on the screen. Since Taylor was too shocked to move the phone, Victoria looked away.
The video was edited to shorten their tryst. It jumped from frame to frame, displaying them in each position. He was fucking her from behind while she was bent over his desk. She was lying on her back with her legs in the air. They even had full frontal footage of her spread out on his desk while he licked between her legs. Horrified wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what she was feeling. There wasn’t a word.
Taylor grabbed the arm of the sofa. With Victoria’s help, she pulled herself to stand. Tears had covered her cheeks and she ran into the connecting suite. Victor frowned when she saw her running toward him.
“Honey, don’t run.” His face twisted with concern when he noticed the moisture on her cheek. “What’s wrong?”
Taylor pushed her phone in his hand.
“Who is it?”
“Look at the phone, Victor!” she shrieked.
Regardless of his state of confusion, he looked down at the phone. Since the video was playing on a loop, he didn’t have to swipe the screen. He looked down just as the video jumped to the frame of him fucking her from behind. At the bottom of the video was a rolling news ticker.
THE PEOPLE OF ILLINOIS ENDURE TAX INCREASE FOR GOVERNOR TO BANG WIFE WHILE ON THE CLOCK!
“WHAT THE FUCK?”he roared, startling every person in the room.
He gaped at the screen with an open mouth.
“Victor, I—”
She suddenly interrupted by a splash of warm fluid on her legs and feet.
“Victor, I-I think… my water. I think my water just broke,” Taylor stuttered.
She wasn’t sure. Hell, she might have just pissed herself. Even with birthing classes, childbirth was something she would have to play by ear. But a pain equal to a bullet shot through her back. She winced and fell against Victor. He lifted her in his arms and hurried her to a sofa.
“Mom! Help!”
Tabitha was soon standing over her. “Taylor, honey, can you hear me?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but pain and fear had rendered her speechless.
“She said her water broke!” Victor told his mother.
She looked at Taylor’s legs and then she turned to look at the floor where she Victor had just been standing.
“Victor, that’s not amniotic fluid. It’s blood. Call 9-1-1,” she said with a calmness that Taylor could tell was forced.
