Sleeping with Scoundrels - EP.10
My name's Emma, and this is the story of how I went from being the grateful girlfriend to... well, you'll see. It kicked off when Ryan, my knight in shining armor, saved me from UCLA debt hell. "Babe, I got this," he grinned, renting me a room in his best bro Dylan's swanky Palo Alto pad. Amazing views, dirt cheap—total lifesaver. I was over the moon, thinking Ryan had my back. But Dylan? He's drop-dead gorgeous—tall, built, with a smirk that spells danger. Right from move-in day, he was on me like glue. "Let me help with those boxes," he'd say, eyes roaming my body. He'd parade around shirtless post-gym, flexing like it was for my benefit. Then came the "accidental" shower walk-in, his wink screaming intent. Flirty texts, casual brushes, late-night visits with lame excuses—it was all seduction, making me feel trapped and tempted. What was I supposed to do? Ignore it? Tell Ryan? He'd probably brush it off as guy stuff. Freaked out, I headed to his Stanford dorm to confront him. Dylan wasn't there, thank God. Ryan's phone buzzed on the desk, unlocked. I peeked at the group chat with his buddies. What I saw... the truth was way beyond anything I could've imagined.
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