Rafa's POV
Knowing that Sophie was the only person who would fully understand my situation, seeing as she was a fellow victim of this matter, I decided to call her. See how devastated she was. The invasion of our privacy was disgraceful and it was running the risk of ruining me. Probably wouldn't help her get a job either. I dialled the number which I had come to remember.
"Sophie?"
"What's up Rafa?"
"You must've seen the story about us. It's all over the news!"
"No, I've been asleep."
"Somebody filmed us having sex and released it!" I cried "Everybody has seen it! You should've seen the number of texts that I received."
"Is it censored at all?" Sophie asked "Does that mean everybody has seen us naked?"
"I don't think it's censored but I haven't watched it but yes, everybody's seen us." I replied.
"That is pretty embarrassing but it's not the end of the world. You have nothing to be ashamed of and neither do I," Sophie told me.
"You're dismissing this pretty easily," I said angrily "Do you not see the damage that it will do to me? Have you seen the headlines? Rafa fucks pornstar. Rafa has first sex in a few years. The internet is full of images of me not wearing anything. The women tennis stars say that I degraded you. My younger fans will be tainted. Not to mention the hours of torment that I'll have to endure. This is bad and I thought that you of all people would understand that."
"I do understand how damaging it is to you but I don't know what I can do about that," Sophie snapped "In the mean time I need to get on with my life because nobody will recognise me from the video. I'm wearing my hair differently and my name was not included with the video."
"Think about somebody else except for yourself," I shouted "I'm facing a career and potential life crisis here. And I'd impressed how you've obviously thought this whole thing through in the few minutes that you've been awake. You're hiding something from me."
"You're not suggesting that I filmed us?" Sophie asked me indignantly "Because that really makes sense. I'd definitely endanger my career and my privacy. I can't believe that you would ever suggest such a thing. I feel betrayed and I demand an apology before this evening."
Sophie hung up and I sat down. I hadn't even been suggesting that she'd filmed the video, the very idea was ludicrous. I'd been implying that perhaps she had watched the film herself or had not only just got up. A sudden surge of anger overtook me and I smashed my phone onto the chest of drawers next to the bed until it was a pile of mangled metal and wires. At least nobody could taunt me via texts any more.
Sophie's POV
I hung up on Rafa and put my head in my hands. Suddenly giving Amy the video to release did not seem such a good idea. I was sure that Rafa was on to me and I needed to cover my tracks before he found the whole truth. If he found out surely it would be the end of least Amy and I had made one and a half thousand pounds in all. At that moment the doorbell rung. I checked my watch. Amy was on time and she was just the person I needed to talk to. I let her into the apartment.
"Amy I need to talk to you," I said before even saying hello, "Rafa is on our tail. He has his suspicions that I was involved with the video and I need to cover up. If he ever finds out then it will be the end of us."
"Yes, I was thinking the same thing actually and decided that it would never be fair to bring that upon you," Amy told me "So I came up with a plan. Well you know I'm trying to become a journalist? Well I write a story saying that some random person was the one who filmed you guys with some made up proof. Rafa finds out that it was them and not you and you're okay. In the area where you guys were staying at the time was there anybody who you didn't like and they didn't like you?"
"There was one guy," I recalled "I threatened him with a knife. His name is Ben Squire and he lived just around the corner. So you suggest that we accuse him of doing it?"
"Exactly," Amy smiled "As soon as I get home I'll start to write the story."
Rafa's POV
There came a knock on the door which I had locked. At first I did not answer but as the person did not go away for five minutes and kept on knocking I decided to let them in. It was Carlos Costa, my agent.
"I've got some information about the video which might help you find out who videoed you if you'll allow me to help," he told me "The video was not from any kind of CCTV camera and the camera which did film you was in this room. That much is clear from the surroundings. The video is good quality, it looks like it was from an Apple device. Not an iPod, the screen is too big. Probably an Apple laptop judging by the screen size. A Macbook or a Macbook Pro is probably the kind of thing we're looking at."
"Sophie had a Macbook Pro on the table," I remembered "She had just bought it,"
"There was a little bit of table visible in the corner of the video," Carlos said grimly "I think that we may perhaps have the guilty person."
"You don't mean Sophie?" I laughed "Impossible. I'd trust her with my life."
"But would you trust her with your privacy?" Carlos asked "The only other option is that somebody had broken into the room through what I'd presume was a locked door, hidden from you guys whilst holding a laptop and managing to keep the screen totally still from right beside the bed."
"You're wrong Carlos," I said. But we both knew that I was lying.