Page 280 of Valentino

Nothing.

Maybe Val has one, I dial his number. Ring, ring….

“Hi, babe.”

“Hi. Sorry to bother you.”

“Bother me anytime you want,” he says all sexy like and I can tell he’s smiling, he has that naughty boy sound in his voice.

“My flash drive is out of storage, do you have a spare one I could use?”

“Ahh.” He thinks for a moment. “Yeah if you go into my office, in the second drawer of my desk there should be some floating around somewhere.”

“Okay.”

“Just check there’s nothing on it first.”

“What would be on it?”

“Just security footage, nothing important. Not sure nightclub security footage is what Vogue are looking for though.”

I giggle. “Okay, thanks.”

“Bye.”

I make my way into his office, find a few flash drives and take them back to my spot on the couch. I put the first one into my laptop

Not enough space.

Ugh, again.

I take it out and put the new one in.

Not enough space.

Fuck’s sake, maybe I need to go to the store.

I put the next flash drive in.

I get the circle of death…. Damn it. I set my computer to the side and google,

Stationery supplies near me.

I look through the options and then a sound comes from my computer, men talking, I turn back to it to see it’s footage from a yacht.

Huh?

I pick up my computer and expand the screen.

It looks like this is from a security camera, the footage is from up above.

Music sounds, girls laugh, and I can hear ice being shaken as if a cocktail is being made in the distance.

It takes me a moment to work out what I’m looking at, and then I see it.

Carlo is sitting on a chair, shirt off and boardshorts pulled down. Two blond women are on their knees in front of him, taking turns sucking his cock.

The fuck?