Daisy raised her head to look at him, giving him a clue she would prefer she watched this alone and not with him standing with his towering figure watching over her like she was some pupil from kindergarten.
Getting her clue, Wesley raised his brows cockily and said with a smirk, "You don't expect me to leave you alone with my phone, right?"
"Come on, I don't know you and won't do that. That we had sex does not mean I know you now," he added.
Once again, Daisy felt her stomach shun at what he said but she decided to ignore and act like she heard nothing.
'Why will he even say that?'
Since he would not leave, she breathed out a sigh and made to play the video.
But just when she'd click on it, Wesley stopped her.
"I'd say you should use a headset or earphones or you simply just reduce the volume if you're going to watch that here. But I'll still advise you to use an ear plug instead so you can hear how loudly you kept on screaming. You're the one that wants to see exactly what the public saw anyways."
Daisy puffed out air from her mouth breathing out heavily after hearing all that.
All these were making her feel weak.
'Ha, Edward saw this too? He has all the right to be upset with me for a year for this,' she sighed inwardly.
If taking a few breaths and getting herself ready, she finally clicked on the video.
But then she had to immediately reduce the volume cause she was not expecting that amount of screaming from her. She had totally forgotten all that Wesley had said.
Daisy's eyes widened in horror as she stared at the scene unfolding before her.
First, she was screaming so loudly like a sex-deprived bitch.
She was moaning and screaming so loudly that she hated herself immediately for that.
'How is that even possible?' she thought she would just burst into tears.
It was a short video of less than a minute but seemed it like a two hours video to Daisy and as she watched on, sweat broke out of her forehead.
The room was really dark, and their figures could be vaguely seen. Fortunately, Wesley's shoulders, back, torso and bum covered her shame, if not, if this is really bad now, it would have been terrible.
But unfortunately, her face was so visible. The moonlight streaming through the window shone directly on her face and even she herself could not deny the fact that she looked exactly like a naughty bitch who wanted the pleasure she was feeling to continue forever. She looked just exactly like those god-forsaken porn actors.
At a point, she even threw her head backwards and arched her back, but immediately, from Wesley supporting himself with his elbows over her head, he grabbed her boobs and stood up straight, pressing her down the bed, as he pounded her mercilessly.
The video stopped that way.
Daisy felt all the hairs in her body stand up straight just from that particular scene. Now she was beginning to sweat despite the fact that the place was really chilled from the air conditioner.
She swallowed repeatedly as her throat suddenly felt really dry.
'Oh God, I'm finished. People saw this?'
'My dad, sister, friends, fans...?'
Her eyes widened slightly.
'Oh Edward saw this,' she sighed again. Then she chuckled. 'What more value does my life have?
Days raised her head to see Wesley staring straight at her. He'd been staring at her since she started watching the video and she breathed out a sad weak sigh.
Daisy shut her eyes and leaned her head against the railings. She then raised her right hand and began using her fingers to massage her temples.
She felt a headache coming.
Everything about her for the past two months was just so sad and disheartening.
"What exactly shocked you?" She suddenly heard his voice over her head. She had almost forgotten he was still standing there.
She did not open her eyes and just went on massaging her temples as she tried to think things over and over.
'Oh God, oh God,' she sighed inwardly and repeatedly.
"Are you surprised with the fact that we actually did all that or its something else?" She heard his voice once more and Daisy felt like kicking him off this time. Now, she was beginning to find his voice annoying.
But anyways, they might have to work together if she's going to bring down whoever did this too.
'He or she won't go scott-free,' she promised herself.
Just then, Daisy suddenly thought about why no one is talking about the guy in the video.
'Cause his face did not show throughout?'
While sitting there, she began to think thoroughly.
First, Wesley's face did not show all through. It was almost like they shot the video in favour of him but why?
Second, no private part of her body had shown. Wesley was towering over her all through, and the video looked like the camera was hung somewhere on the ceiling.
Even with her legs spread out wide underneath him while he fucked her, his bum was covering her.
Observing the video too, it was as if whoever shot and edited it also did not want to put her to so much shame.
'Should I now be grateful?' Daisy could not help but smirk bitterly.
Whichever way, it's still a really terrible thing.
Even when the video zoomed in, it only showed his back covering her upper body, but then, her face had been so bold on the screen. And even when she arched her back, and he stood up, her boobs would have shown, but Wesley's large hands were holding and squeezing them, covering them in the process, and just a small part showed.
"But who the hell made this video?" She could not help but scoff asking loudly.
"You want to know?" Wesley asked.
Hearing that, Daisy raised her head to look at him.
"How please?" she asked, her voice sounding really low and detected.
"You might not have been affected by this but then, think about the fact that you are in one way involved in this mess. Don't you want this person punished and thought a lesson," Daisy stated.
She was trying so hard to convince him in helping her out, no matter how little and Wesley just watched her like she is some clown.
If only she knows Wesley had left his work and office to actually see her. And that their meeting in the stairway is not just a coincidence as she had already registered in her head.
Without responding, Wesley sighed before stretching out his hand to take his phone.
Getting such a response, Daisy's face fell. Thinking he was not interested in helping out in anyways, she stretched back the phone to him looking downcast.
Wesley wanted to chuckle but held it in. Her expression was priceless.
"You should delete the video," she muttered as she handed back his phone to him.
Hearing that, Wesley laughed out loud out and said, "You're not the one to tell me what to do?" Wesley chuckled and took back his.
"That shouldn't be on your phone anyways," Daisy insisted.
"You should delete it," she glared at him.