hers.
“What the…” Adam’s eyes widened in horror as a look of recognition crossed his face. “Thomas!”
“It’s a very nice place you have here, Adam.” Thomas smugly looked around the room. “And you know, it wasn’t that hard to find.”
“I am going to fucking kill you.” Adam’s jaw was clenched, his eyes raging in fear and hate.
“And look what we have here.” Thomas traced his fingers along Leah’s neck, making her stiffen. “She is really beautiful, isn’t she?”
“Don’t you fucking touch her.” His eyes locked with Leah’s as she whimpered. “Leah, it’s-”
“I want you to see this, Adam.” Thomas flipped open the file and gripped Leah’s hair. “I want you to see her face.”
He held her head so that it was slightly forward, but still upright enough that her expression could be seen in the camera and she had to use her eyes to look down at the desk. Her brow furrowed as she spotted a picture of a younger Adam standing next to a blonde woman in a wedding dress. Thomas spread more pictures out on the desk. There was one of Adam with his arm draped across the shoulder of a teenage boy that looked remarkably like him, and another picture with both of them and the blonde woman along with a teenage girl.
“A handsome family, don’t you think?” Thomas snarled into Leah’s ear.
“Adam?” Her voice quaked and he couldn’t look at her.
“Do you think your baby will look like his other son, his legitimate son?”
Leah felt sick and lightheaded as Thomas brought the picture of the two of them closer to her face, turning it around for a few seconds to show Adam. Her lip began to quiver as she looked at Adam’s guilty face through the screen.
“I’ve got to say, you’re a lot better looking than his wife.” Thomas showed Adam the wedding photo before turning it around and holding it a few inches below her chin as he pushed her closer to the camera.
“You’re married?” A teardrop rolled down Leah’s chin and splattered across the picture of the smiling couple.
“Leah, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” He brought his hands up to his face and closed his eyes for a moment.
“Oh, isn’t that sweet. He’s sorry!” Thomas teased her, his breath on her ear. “Do you think that you and your bastard would fit into this picture?” He held up the one of the happy family to the camera.
“Leah, I’ll explain everything.” His voice was apologetic and she started to cry harder. “It’s not what you think.”
“Yea, don’t worry Leah, he’ll explain everything later,” Thomas snarled. “And I’m sure he’ll get around to explaining this too.”
He reached over her shoulder and pulled a small stack of papers out from under the photographs of Adam’s smiling family. It looked like a personnel file of some sort with a picture of her clipped to it. She saw that it listed her name, birthday, employers, and other basic information on the first page. Fumbling through the rest of the document, she read all sort of details about her personal life, things that would have been very difficult to find out. There was a list of all of her closest friends going back to grammar school and every hobby she’d ever taken an interest in. She glanced up at Adam with her mouth gaping open. His face was confused.
“Oh, I’m just showing her the file.” He grabbed the first page on turned it toward the camera. Adam’s face dropped. “You know, the one you paid Madam Carlyle for. When you bought the rights to Leah.”
“What?” Leah looked at him, desperate for some kind of explanation, but his eyes were down.
“The last page is really interesting. Leah, you should look at that one closely.”
She rifled through the papers until she got to the last one and her heart dropped into her stomach. It was a list of all of her boyfriends, lovers, basically every sexual encounter she’d ever had, complete with dates and type of activity. There was a picture of her long-term
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