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“Wider Alex. Spread your legs for me,” Bradley commands as Alex looks up at her, her eyes darkened with arousal as she obeys. Her cunt is on full display as she eagerly spreads her legs as far as they’ll go, her back arching as she cups her breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples as she waits for Bradley’s next command.
“Good girl,” Bradley praises, her voice rough with desire as she focuses the phone in her hand on the vision that is Alex Levy. “Show Maggie exactly what she’s missing.”
“Oh fuck,” Alex moans, sliding one hand slowly down her body towards her dripping cunt.
“Touch yourself.” Bradley’s voice is hoarse as Alex circles her clit, biting down on her bottom lip and making eye contact with the camera. “Let me see how wet you are.”
Alex can barely stifle the whine that bubbles up from her throat as she slides a finger into her cunt, her hips jerking up. “Fuck, Bradley.”
“Slowly,” Bradley commands and Alex moans, the sound breathy and soft. She locks eyes with Bradley as she presses another finger into her cunt, her body tensing.
Bradley groans at the sight, looking down at the small screen to ensure every single moment is being captured for their missing partner.
“Bradley, please,” Alex gasps, rocking her hips against her hand. She’s flushed and red, her lips swollen and wet from where she had bitten them earlier. “I need more.”
“Patience.” Bradley holds her gaze as she slides her free hand down her own body and finds her clit, rubbing it as she watches Alex touch herself. This is easily one of the hottest things she’s ever seen. This private show, just for her and Maggie, she’s so lucky to experience this, to experience them.
Alex whines in frustration, her hips jerking as she pleads with Bradley. “Fuck me, please.”
“Not yet.” Bradley shakes her head. “Turn over for me.”
Alex moans, the sound filthy and desperate as she complies, rolling over and pressing herself up onto her hands and knees. She looks back over her shoulder at Bradley, her cheeks flushed and cunt soaking wet. “Touch me,” she pleads.
“Fuck,” Bradley breathes, completely in awe at the sight in front of her. “You’re perfect, Al.” She can’t resist reaching out to smack Alex’s ass, groaning at the sight of her handprint staining tanned flesh.
Alex hisses at the sensation, her hips canting as Bradley brings her hand down again. “Again,” she chokes out, making eye contact with Bradley, her voice rough.
Bradley complies and Alex drops down to her elbows, pressing her cheek against the pillow and gripping the sheets as her hips rock at each stinging slap. She’s dripping down her thighs, her cunt swollen and pink, fully on display for Bradley to film. She slides her knees further apart as she slides her fingers back into her cunt, rocking her hips as she fucks herself. “Bradley,” she begs. “Please.”
“Come,” Bradley orders. “Come for us, Alex.”
A hoarse cry escapes her throat as she falls over the edge, her eyes fluttering shut as her brain goes fuzzy. “Good girl,” Bradley praises, her voice soft and smooth as Alex slides her fingers from her cunt with a moan. She’s so fucking wrecked, hair a mess, her lips swollen and red, and her skin marked with Bradley’s handprints.
Bradley stops the recording, setting her phone on the nightstand and trailing kisses down Alex’s spine. “We’ll see how long Maggie’s trip lasts after she sees that.”
Bradley can’t hear anything over the blood pounding in her ears. Her body is numb, and she’s not even sure how she’s still standing. If she’s still standing.
Her voice plays on a loop in her head, and she can see the scene exactly as if she was still recording it, hear the exact noises Alex made as she commanded her to touch herself. If she could go back in time, she would have never recorded them, never sent it to Maggie, not if it led to this.
“Bradley, Alex. I’m so sorry, I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now.” Stella’s voice is faint, a distant echo that Bradley barely registers as she stares at the blonde.
Alex is standing in the farthest corner of Cory’s office, as still as a statue as she stares out the window into the city beneath her, her hand pressed against her chest, and she hasn’t looked over once since Maggie and Bradley entered.
“Let’s give her a minute,” Mia interjects softly, looking over at Alex, and Bradley has never been more grateful for the executive producer in her life.
Maggie is silent as her eyes flit between both of them, worry present in her gaze as she waits for Bradley to turn around.
Stella is speaking again, but neither of them pay attention. Maggie is too busy scrutinizing every detail of the woman in front of her, silently begging for her to turn around, to meet her eyes. Bradley is barely holding herself together. She wants to be anywhere but here listening to Stella and Cory.
“Bradley?” Stella asks again, her voice quiet. “We just need to know, did you send this using your personal phone?”
Her arms are wrapped around her body in a failed attempt to shield herself from her colleagues’ eyes, even though she wasn’t the one on the video. Her eyes are burning as she looks over at Alex, and she swallows hard before turning around to answer Stella. “Um,” she exhales slowly, meeting Maggie’s searching gaze. “Yeah.”
“Is your phone connected to our wireless network?” Stella continues, exchanging a glance with Mia.
Bradley nods, her eyes still on Maggie.
“They have access to everything, anything that’s connected to our network servers.” Stella says, turning towards Mia and Cory, a resigned look in her eyes.
Maggie looks over at Stella at the statement. “So does that mean all my data is compromised too? Anything I’ve been working on for The Times? Sources, articles? Everything?” There’s an edge to her voice that Bradley notices immediately, and she takes a step towards the journalist which doesn’t go unnoticed by everyone else in the room.
Mia pauses, looking over to Stella for confirmation, who nods. “We’ll call them,” she assures Maggie. “Let them know about the hack, and that you’ve been compromised and that they may have been too.”
Maggie nods, focusing on Cory as he starts to speak. “They want fifty million within forty-eight hours.”
“Jesus,” Mia breathes, looking over at Alex briefly before turning her attention to Cory. “Is that even possible?”
Stella can only shrug as Cory plays a recording from his phone, her voice echoing words she’d uttered only moments ago.
Mia starts at hearing the recording, and she looks from Cory’s phone to Stella. “That’s –”
“Okay, everyone give me your phone right now.” Chaos Stella can handle, but whatever is going on between Maggie Brener, Bradley Jackson, and Alex Levy, well Mia can handle that.
Phones are handed over immediately and Bradley takes a moment to steady herself, she won’t break down in Cory’s office. Not here, not now. Not until they take care of Alex. Because no matter what she’s feeling, she knows Alex is going to feel a million times worse.
“Do you still need us?” Bradley asks, her eyes focused on Alex as Maggie walks over to her, placing her hand on her lower back and speaking quietly into her ear. “Or can we –”
“No,” Mia says, shaking her head. “Take the rest of the day. I’ll have Gayle collect the rest of your devices and Chip and Isabella are already taking care of Alex’s. We’ll see you both tomorrow.”
“Thanks,” Bradley says softly, giving her a small smile. “Let us know what to do with Maggie’s devices, if our team is going to deal with them or if she needs to take them into her IT department.” She walks over to Alex and Maggie, nodding at the brunette.
“Let’s go home princess.” Maggie’s voice is soothing as she looks from Alex to Bradley.
Alex lets herself be guided out of Cory’s office to the elevator and down to the waiting car. She’s too tightly wound, her nerves frayed and raw, and too in shock to even comprehend the full consequences of the video. The ride to Maggie’s brownstone is silent, Bradley and Maggie share worried glances over Alex’s head. The blonde is in between them, her head resting against the seat and her eyes closed. They’re both intimately familiar with Alex’s behavior when she’s trying to stave off a panic attack, the signs that she’s trying to repress her emotions until she’s away from prying eyes and in a safe space to break. Finally, they turn onto Maggie’s street after what seems like an eternity. After thanking their driver they guide Alex into the townhouse, grateful no paparazzi are lurking around outside.
“Alex, say something, please.” Bradley murmurs once they get inside, away from the outside world and into their own little sanctuary. “Don’t shut us out.”
“I need a fucking drink.”
Alex doesn’t even bother taking off her coat before marching into the kitchen and pulling out a handle of vodka from the freezer. Uncorking it, she takes a long pull straight from the bottle before grabbing a glass from the cabinet and filling it well over halfway.
“Alexandra.” Maggie’s voice is reproving as she eyes the glass of Grey Goose.
“First, I was reprimanded for skipping out on their little dick-shaped joyride to space and then to make my day even better, my bosses got to watch a video of me touching myself, so I need a fucking drink okay?” Alex snaps, exhaling heavily as she looks between Bradley and Maggie. “Not to mention in this little hack, they’re bound to find a lot more shit about Mitch, which means more shit about me. So just, don’t Maggie. Okay?”
“Jesus, they must think I’m so fucking stupid,” Alex swears, gesturing wildly as she continues to rant. “It was bad enough that I fucked a predator, but now a fucking sex tape? I’m so done. As soon as this hack is taken care of, I’ll be out the fucking door so fast. Fuck!”
“Alex, look at me. You’re going to be fine.” Maggie’s eyes are soft as she steps closer to Alex, torn between wanting to offer comfort and wanting to give the anchor her space.
“Al,” Bradley murmurs, gently brushing an errant strand of Alex’s hair out of the way. “About what you said about Mitch, you know that wasn’t –”
Alex barks out a laugh as she pulls away, shaking her head and wiping at her eyes. “You mean when I said that I fucked a predator?” she asks sarcastically, reaching for the glass of vodka and taking a swig. “Yeah well, Page Six didn’t quite get the memo on that one, and I really don’t feel like rehashing it today.”
Bradley’s eyes narrow as she crosses her arms over her chest. “You can deflect all you want Alex, but –”
“But what?” Alex snaps back, the acerbic comments falling easily off the tip of her tongue. “You were in that meeting too. There’s a fucking video of me out there, and who the fuck knows how many people have seen it by now? So tell me what I’m fucking deflecting here Bradley?”
Maggie watches as Bradley’s eyes narrow even further, and her posture becomes even more defensive. “Alex, you were violated . That video was supposed to be private.”
“Well it’s not the first fucking time it’s happened,” Alex laughs sarcastically, her defense mechanisms in full operation. “So should we cheers to that?” The journalist inhales sharply as Alex raises her glass in a mocking toast, before swallowing half of the remaining vodka.
“Alex.” Maggie’s voice is soft but reproachful as she looks between the two news anchors.
“You’re such a fucking asshole, you know that?” Bradley mutters, shaking her head and exiting the kitchen. Maggie’s eyes trail after her as she disappears into their bedroom, before turning back to the blonde in front of her.
“Really?”
Alex doesn’t meet her eyes, instead offering an errant shrug as she takes another drink of vodka.
“I need some air,” she mutters, setting the glass down and grabbing her purse to rummage through it. She pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, slipping them into her coat pocket, before picking the glass back up again and walking over to the door leading to the patio.
“I’m going to check on Bradley.” Maggie’s eyes narrow as Alex steps outside, shivering slightly in the crisp air. She watches Alex for a moment longer, seeing the way her body trembles with repressed sobs, and she presses her hand against her mouth so she won’t be heard as she falls apart.
Before Maggie can even move, Bradley is there, pulling Alex into her arms and shushing her cries, the door leading to the patio from the bedroom wide open.
She gives them a moment, watching the way Alex stiffens at Bradley’s touch before finally giving in and going limp against her, sobbing into her shoulder. Bradley looks up, meeting Maggie’s eyes through the paned glass and she gives her a half smile, stepping outside to wrap them both in her arms. “You’re okay Alexandra,” she murmurs softly, pressing a kiss to her hair as she feels her body trembling.
Together they guide Alex back into the house, settling onto the sofa with her in the middle. Alex has a death grip on the glass of vodka, holding it so tightly Maggie is afraid it will shatter, and she carefully pries it from her fingers, setting it down on the coffee table.
Bradley laces her fingers with Alex’s, squeezing them gently and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. The blonde rests her head on Maggie’s shoulder as she tries to slow her breathing, and the journalist slowly runs her fingers through her hair.
Alex exhales slowly, taking a moment to try to reconcile the war going on between her head and her body. There’s a part of her that knows that this isn’t her fault, but the overwhelming disgust she feels towards herself for fulfilling the mocking Page Six headlines, and the knowledge that this video has already been viewed and will be potentially viewed thousands of times more wins out.
“Every single positive sexual experience I’ve had has been with you.” Alex’s voice is quiet, breaking the silence, and Bradley’s chest aches at the thought. Alex rarely speaks of her failed marriage and previous encounters with men, but Bradley knows that before Maggie came into the picture, that particular bar had been on the floor, one that they were both more than happy to raise. “And if that video gets out…” A small sob escapes her throat at the thought, and Bradley and Maggie hold her tighter. “Everyone is going to see it,” she whispers. “Lizzy, Jason, everyone.”
“Hey, hey,” Maggie murmurs, tilting Alex’s chin up and forcing her to meet her gaze. “Look at me Alexandra. You were violated. No one else was supposed to see that video. Both of you were. Bradley, you may not have been on camera, but you were just as violated as Alex.”
Alex sniffles, wiping at her eyes as Maggie presses a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Bradley can feel the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes and she presses her lips against Alex’s shoulder and buries her face in her sweet smelling hair as she tries to will them away. “Fuck,” she breathes, the tears making her voice thick and wet as she holds Alex tighter. “I’m so sorry Al.”
“It’s not your fault honey,” Alex sighs, shifting slightly so she can look at Bradley. “We made that video together. I knew exactly what we were doing. We knew exactly what we were doing, and if you remember I think we had a pretty fun time doing it.”
At that Bradley cracks a tiny smile, rubbing at her eyes. “We did,” she acknowledges. “And we had an even better time once the camera was off. But it was private . Alex, you don’t have to pretend to be okay, not with us.”
“I’m not fucking okay,” Alex says, her voice rough as she squeezes Bradley’s hand. Her head is spinning from the vodka and exhaustion and compounded by the emotional turmoil of the day, and all she wants to do is to crawl into bed with Maggie and Bradley and sleep.
“Neither of you are,” Maggie says softly, looking at Bradley over Alex’s head. “And it’s okay not to be.”
Finally Alex lifts her head from Maggie’s shoulder, her eyes red and watery. “I’m sorry, Brad,” she murmurs. “I was such an asshole.”
“You were,” Bradley agrees softly. “Alex, I’m on your side. Maggie and I, we both are. Don’t shut us out. Please.”
“I know honey.” Alex softens instantly at the realization she’s hurt Bradley, and shut out Maggie. “I’m sorry.”
“She’s right.” Maggie’s voice is gentle, her eyes soft as she looks between Bradley and Alex. “You don’t have to do this alone anymore. Either of you.”
“We’re not going anywhere Al,” Bradley murmurs. “No matter what.”
Alex exhales slowly, willing the slight quiver in her breath to go away as she’s reminded that she’s so lucky to have these women in her life, her lovers, her partners, her home .
“I love you,” she breathes. With them, everything looks a little brighter.