Page 249 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

“Just … Jesus,” Jenny said, stepping forward and ripping the items from Nancy’s hands. “Give it to me. What is wrong with you?”

Jenny didn’t bother to hide the items that had been inside the envelopes the way Nancy had. Cara almost wished her boss would have done just that. She could plainly see photos of her very naked self in the most dirty, compromising positions. With each photo that Jenny flipped through, the images became progressively dirtier and worse for Cara.

“Oh, my God,” Cara whispered, horrified.

She recognized those images.

They were ones Gian had taken of her.

Some from before her pregnancy, a few early in her pregnancy, and even a couple of candid shots late in the pregnancy, although those weren’t filthy in nature, simply private.

Smudged lipstick. Cum up her back. A handprint on her ass. Her mouth full of cock. Her legs spread wide open. Her pussy wet and open. All of the images had her face clearly visible.

Cara’s heart rammed hard in her ribcage, taking over all other sensations. Her blood rushed in her ears as she struggled to ignore the sudden flood of absolute shame.

“There were a lot of those same envelopes on the mail cart,” Nancy said quietly. “Probably one for every office, Jenny.”

Jenny stayed quiet for longer than Cara liked, but eventually nodded. “Okay.”

“I’m so sorry,” was all Cara managed to get out.

Anymore, and she was sure vomit would follow her words.

Jenny looked to Cara, a wariness and pity in her gaze. “This is a very deliberate act on you, Cara.”

Was it?

Cara didn’t know anything.

“Why?”

“The first time you come to the shelter since taking time off, and these get sent here.” Jenny cleared her throat, uncomfortably. “Presumably to everyone in the offices.”

“Oh, my God.”

She was going to throw up.

“Who knew you were coming here today?” Jenny asked.

Gian. That was it, as far as Cara knew. And Chris, her enforcer, as she wasn’t allowed to go anywhere without him. She didn’t think either of those two people would have done this to her.

“I should go,” Cara mumbled, grabbing for the infant car seat resting on the floor. “I’m so sorry.”

“Cara, wait a—”

She didn’t wait.

The shame wouldn’t let her.

It ate her alive.