Chapter 1
I recently discovered that my laptop had been hacked. And the reason? The hacker broke in just to snoop on the smutty novels I'd been writing.
Determined to catch the guy, I spent four solid months cramming IT basics. Relying on my painfully limited skills, I traced his IP and hacked into his webcam.
From the screen, I heard a man's heavy, ragged breathing, so intense that it made my heart race.
After a while, a familiar face finally came into view. It was the top student, the academic star, who showed up on the school's official website all the time.
Caught red-handed in the middle of pleasuring himself, he froze, his face burning bright red. "Y-You?" he stammered. "You saw me?"
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My laptop had been hacked, and lately, every time I sat down to write, weird stuff kept happening.
The typos in my steamy stories would magically fix themselves.
The formatting would fix itself, neat and clean.
If I accidentally saved a file in the wrong folder, it would somehow end up in the right place when I opened it again.
I was starting to think maybe all this writing was making me go crazy when my roommate Kiki Sheffield joked, "Maybe your laptop's been hacked."
She was just joking, but I actually took it seriously.
It was not like I had any top-secret files or a fat bank account. My balance barely hit four digits.
But my laptop was stuffed with hundreds of chapters of spicy stories, and a few of them even featured my campus crush, Declan Fairfax.
If that ever leaked, I'd never be able to show my face at school again.
I was dead set on catching this hacker.
After getting some tips from the Department of Information Technology's top student, Kiki's boyfriend, I started cramming on IT basics.
Finally, one quiet night, I managed to break into the person's webcam.
The lighting was dim, but I could still recognize the standard wooden dorm bed from our campus.
My excitement shot through the roof.
Hell, since he was here on campus, there was no way I wouldn't catch him.
My eyes were glued to the screen, buzzing with excitement as I searched for any more clues.
Suddenly, I heard some barely contained, heavy breathing coming from the other side of the video. "Baby, please help me, mm..."
I froze on the spot.
I had read enough to know exactly what he was doing.
I might ace all the theory, but even I couldn't handle this in real life.
What the hell was going on?
No one would read spicy stories while jerking off, right?
This was just plain pervy.
Sure, I was the one who wrote those spicy stories.
But that was not the point.
The real creep here was the one snooping around.
But still, honestly, the way he was breathing was weirdly nice to listen to,
My face went bright red, my throat went dry, and my heart was pounding so hard that I could barely hear anything else.
The guy on the other side started moving faster, not even trying to hold back his moans anymore. He was just letting himself go.
His breathing was making me feel hot all over.
Finally, after a deep, contented groan, he finished what he was doing.
I heard the sound of tissues being pulled out from the other side, and I snapped back to attention.
Soon enough, a muscular arm slid into view, followed by broad shoulders, a sculpted collarbone, and sharply defined chest muscles.
Finally, his face came into focus, handsome as ever, with his cheeks burning red.
I literally forgot to breathe.
I recognized that face instantly.
It was Declan, the golden boy of the Department of Information Technology, and my campus crush.
He was the male lead in dozens of my spicy stories.
So he was actually reading stories based on himself, and jerking himself off while reading them?
My brain just short-circuited. I had no idea what to do.
On the other side, Declan seemed to realize something was up. He freaked out, then hacked into my laptop and locked me out.
So, we ended up meeting face-to-face over video in the weirdest way imaginable.
After four or five seconds of just staring at each other, Declan freaked out and slammed his laptop shut.
Right before the screen went dark, I clearly heard him curse under his breath, "Shit."
The screen flipped back to my wallpaper, but I was still reeling from the shock.
After a long moment, the panic finally started to set in.
Holy crap! Did he just read all of them?
They were all ridiculously explicit, like over-the-top steamy scenes everywhere.
I shoved my burning face under the covers, wishing I could just smother myself to death.