Chapter: Chapter 8 AURORA'S POV"You must be the ambassador everyone's talking about."I look up from my documents to find a man I haven't met yet standing at the edge of the garden, dark-haired, sharply dressed, with an easy smile that doesn't quite match the calculating look underneath it. He carries himself like someone used to being watched and enjoying it."That depends what they're saying," I reply."Mostly that you held your ground against half the court at dinner without breaking a sweat. That's rare, for a Council delegate." He crosses the garden and takes the seat Kade vacated less than an hour ago, uninvited but not unwelcome, exactly. "Draven Ashveil. Kade's cousin."Something in my chest goes carefully alert. I remember the name from my briefing files — a noble with a claim to the throne that never materialized, close enough to Kade's inner circle to matter, distant enough to be worth watching."Aurora Reed-Metcalfe.""I know who you are." His smile widens slightly. "Everyone in this fortr
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Chapter: Chapter 7: KADE'S POV KADE'S POVI tell myself I was just passing through that corridor.It's not entirely a lie. I do have business in that wing most evenings, checking in with the night guard rotation before I retire. But I also know, if I'm honest with myself, that some part of me had been keeping track of exactly where Aurora's dinner conversation ended and exactly how long it would take her to walk back to the guest wing, and that's not the kind of awareness a man develops by accident."You didn't have to intervene," Rhys says the next morning, dropping into the chair across from me in the war room. "Bram runs his mouth. He always has. He wouldn't have actually touched her.""He was threatening a Council delegate under our roof.""He was grieving loudly at a wolf who happened to be standing nearby. There's a difference, and you know it." Rhys studies me over his tea. "You didn't intervene last month when Lady Corwin cornered the trade envoy from the coastal territories over tariffs. You let that play
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Chapter: Chapter 6 AURORA'S POVThe dinner is worse than I expected, and I'd expected it to be bad.The great hall is packed with Ashveil nobility, long tables lit by torches instead of the sterile lighting I'm used to in Council chambers, and every single person in the room watches me the way you'd watch something that wandered in off the road and might be dangerous."You're doing great," Kai murmurs beside me, not remotely convincingly."I can feel them staring.""They're definitely staring.""That's not helpful.""I'm not here to be helpful. I'm here for moral support and free food." He steals a roll off my plate, entirely unbothered by the hostile atmosphere in a way I deeply envy. "Also that guy at the end of the table has been glaring at you since we sat down. Might want to address that before he starts something."I follow his gaze to a broad-shouldered Lycan noble near the head of the table, arms crossed, expression somewhere between contempt and open challenge. When he catches me looking, he d
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Chapter: Chapter 5 KADE'S POV"You know her," Rhys says. It isn't a question."I know of her. Same as you do." I don't look up from the map spread across the table, tracing a border line that doesn't need tracing. "Daughter of the two people who built the system we've spent twenty years refusing to join.""That's not what I asked.""It's what I'm answering."Rhys doesn't move, doesn't push, just stands there with his arms crossed, watching me with the particular kind of patience that's always managed to unravel me faster than any direct accusation ever could. We grew up together. He knows exactly how long I can hold a lie before it cracks."Kade.""Drop it, Rhys.""I would, if your face hadn't done something very specific the second she walked into that summit hall." He tilts his head. "You went still. You never go still. Not for Council delegates, not for hostile nobles, not for anyone.""I was surprised.""By what?"I don't answer. The silence stretches long enough that Rhys's expression shifts from
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Chapter: Chapter 4 AURORA'S POVAshveil territory doesn't look like I expected.I'd pictured something bleak, given everything I'd read in the briefing files... a court built on refusal, on twenty years of turning down every hand my parents ever offered. Instead the road winds through forest so dense the canopy blots out the sky, and when it finally opens, the fortress rising on the far ridge looks less like a stronghold and more like something grown out of the mountain itself, all dark stone and sharp lines softened by moss and ivy."It's beautiful," I say, before I can stop myself."Don't let the King hear you say that," Kai murmurs. "Might ruin his whole reputation."The summit hall is smaller than I expected too... a long room with a carved table running its length, windows open to the mountain air instead of sealed behind glass like every Council chamber I've ever sat in. Elder Miriam's assistant briefs us one final time in the corridor outside, reminding me of protocol, of the delicate history be
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Chapter: Chapter 3 Chapter 3 AURORA'S POVThree weeks before the transport, before the briefing folders and my parents' matching worried faces, there's a festival, and a night I still haven't told anyone the full truth about.I think about it now, watching the territory blur past the window as Kai reviews logistics beside me, because it's easier than thinking about what's waiting for us in Ashveil. So I let myself go back to it, the last night I had before all of this became real.The Unity Festival had been going for six hours and I'd shaken what felt like four hundred hands."You're doing the smile again," Kai had said, appearing at my elbow with two drinks. He'd handed me one without asking if I wanted it, which was fair, because I did."What smile?""The one that says you're two seconds from setting something on fire.""I don't have a smile like that.""You absolutely do. Mom has the same one." He'd grinned. "Go take a break. I'll cover for you."I'd slipped away before anyone could catch my sleev
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Twenty Shades Of Sin: Taboo Desires
“Say it,” he growled, voice low and dangerous, his thick cock buried deep inside me, stretching me so full I could barely breathe.
I was bent over the couch in nothing but my collar, thighs shaking, pussy dripping down his balls as he pounded into me without mercy.
“I’m your little sister…” I gasped, voice breaking as another brutal thrust made me see stars. “And I belong to you.”
Damien’s hand tightened around my throat from behind, pulling me back against his chest while he fucked me even harder.
“Louder,” he demanded, biting my ear. “Tell me whose forbidden cunt this is while I breed you.”
“It’s yours!” I cried, tears of overwhelming pleasure running down my face. “My step-brother’s pussy… please fill me up… breed your little sister!”
He groaned like an animal and slammed into me one final time, flooding my womb with thick, hot cum as I screamed and came harder than I ever had in my life clenching around the cock I was never supposed to take.
That was only the first night.
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This collection is not for the faint of heart.
Inside these twenty stories you’ll find step-siblings breaking every sacred rule, best friends’ fathers claiming what doesn’t belong to them, professors turning innocent students into personal fuck pets, cousins hate-fucking through a snowstorm, nannies collaring powerful men, ruthless CEOs owning their employees on office desks, blackmail turning into dark obsession, and weddings being deliciously ruined from the inside.
If “yes, big brother” or “please, Daddy” makes you blush… close this book right now.
If the thought of being completely ruined by someone you’re never supposed to crave makes you wet… welcome to Twenty Shades of Sin, baby.
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Chapter: Chapter 4: The ClaimingThe forest had become a living thing around me, every shadow a potential threat, every rustle of leaves a hunter’s footstep. My legs burned. My lungs ached. Sweat soaked my shirt, making the fabric cling to my breasts and back. But the ache between my legs was worse. A constant, throbbing need that grew with every close call.I had been running for what felt like hours. i paused beside a fallen tree, trying to slow my breathing. Every snapping twig makes me freeze. i wasn't sure whether I was hearing another participant or just the forest settling around me. The darkness seems alive, swallowing every familiar landmark until i can't tell north from south anymore. i debates using the emergency whistle—but pride keeps me moving.The masked hunter from the stream had almost caught me twice more. Each time I escaped by the skin of my teeth, the adrenaline surged so hard my vision tunneled. My pussy was drenched. The wetness had soaked through my leggings, making them stick uncomfortably a
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Chapter: Hunt Me Dear Hunter (3)Chapter 3: The Hunt BeginsThe sun was just beginning to set when the organizers gathered us all at the edge of the clearing. The forest looked different now, more darker, deeper, full of shadows that seemed to breathe. My heart was already racing, a steady, heavy thump against my ribs that I could feel in my throat, in my wrists, and low in my belly.“Prey gets a thirty-minute head start,” the lead organizer announced, voice calm but firm. “Hunters stay here until the signal. Masks on. No removing them until the weekend ends unless both parties consent. Safe word is ‘red.’ Use it and everything stops. Respect the boundaries.”I stood among the other prey participants, legs feeling unsteady. I had changed into dark leggings, a fitted long-sleeve top, and sturdy boots. Nothing flashy. Just practical for running. My nipples were already tight against the fabric from the cool evening air and the adrenaline flooding my system. Between my legs, I could feel myself growing slick, a warm, u
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Chapter: Hunt Me Dear Hunter (2)Chapter 2: The Night BeforeThe camp came alive slowly as the sun dipped below the tree line, painting the forest in deep oranges and purples. I stood outside my tent, arms wrapped around myself, feeling the cool evening air brush against my skin. The thin long-sleeve shirt and leggings I’d chosen suddenly felt too revealing, even though they covered everything. My heart hadn’t stopped its steady, anxious rhythm since I arrived.Around me, other participants moved between tents and the central fire pit. Some laughed quietly in small groups. Others stood alone like me, eyes scanning the shadows between the trees. The organizers had set up a large wooden table near the fire with water, snacks, and clipboards for last-minute waivers. The air smelled of pine, woodsmoke, and something electric — anticipation.I walked toward the fire, boots crunching softly on fallen leaves. A woman in her mid-thirties with short red hair smiled at me as I approached.“First time?” she asked, handing me a
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Chapter: Hunt Me Dear Hunter (1)Chapter 1: The DecisionMy hands were shaking as I clicked the confirmation button.I, Claire Thompson, 29 years old, soon-to-be-divorced (or at least separated), had just signed up for a primal hunt weekend.The website had been clear: consenting adults only. Safe words. Masks. No real names. The forest location was remote, private land, with experienced staff monitoring everything. Still, my heart was hammering like I’d already started running.I closed my laptop and leaned back on the couch in my small apartment. The divorce papers from my husband, Daniel, were sitting on the coffee table, unsigned but waiting. Eight years of marriage had slowly unraveled into polite distance and quiet resentment. We hadn’t touched each other in months. Hadn’t really talked in longer.I needed something — anything — that made me feel alive again.The orientation was held two weeks later at a neutral meeting point outside the city. About twenty people showed up. Men and women of different ages, all
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Chapter: Fucking My Wedding Planner (5)Chapter 5 – CollapseEverything came crashing down on the night of the final wedding rehearsal.It wasn’t because we were careless.It was because lies eventually collide, no matter how carefully you build them.The rehearsal dinner was held at the same upscale venue we’d chosen for the reception. Sophia had been glowing all evening — excited, beautiful, completely unaware that the man she was about to marry had been sleeping with the woman who planned their entire wedding.Lena was there too, of course. Professional as always. Directing vendors, checking timelines, making sure everything ran smoothly. But every time our eyes met across the room, the air thickened. We’d been texting all day — small messages that had grown riskier over the past week.**Me:** Can’t stop thinking about last night.**Lena:** Same. I keep remembering how you felt inside me.**Me:** I need you again. Soon.We’d slipped away twice during the evening — once in a back hallway for a frantic kiss, once in a stor
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Chapter: Fucking My Wedding Planner (4) Chapter 4 – Living the LieThe weeks after that first night blurred into a dangerous new rhythm.I told myself I could manage it. Keep the two worlds separate. Be the reliable fiancé during the day and the man who came alive at night with Lena. But lies have a way of growing teeth.Sophia started noticing small changes almost immediately.“You’ve been coming home later than usual,” she said one evening while we ate takeout on the couch. Her fork paused halfway to her mouth as she studied me. “Everything okay with the project?”I swallowed the food that suddenly tasted like cardboard.“Yeah. Just tying up loose ends with Lena on the final details. You know how particular she is about timelines.”The lie came easily. Too easily.Sophia nodded, but her eyes lingered on me a second longer than usual. “You seem… different lately. More distracted. But also more… present? I don’t know how to explain it. Like you’re here, but your mind is somewhere else.”I forced a smile and kissed her fore
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Bred By The Caruso Twins
Valentina whispered, her voice trembling. “You’re two? Like two different men?”
Massimo stepped closer with a dark smirk. “Took you long enough, little queen.”
Marcello spoke in a low, slow voice. “Every night you screamed for ‘him’… it was us. Switching. Sharing.”
Valentina’s eyes widened. “The bruises… the whispers… two different men?”
Massimo grabbed her wrist firmly. “One hard, one slow. Both filling you. Both owning you.”
Marcello’s fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back. “You came harder knowing deep down, didn’t you?”
Valentina breathed shakily. “You monsters.”
Massimo pressed his chest against her and moved slowly. “Your monsters. Say it.”
Marcello brushed his lips against her neck. “Say you want both of us again. Right here. Right now.”
Valentina’s thighs clenched. “I want both of you.”
Massimo’s dark smirk deepened. “Good girl. Spread for your kings.”
Valentina Ferraro was the invisible outcast until her jealous sister drugged her and delivered her straight to the Caruso twins.
Massimo and Marcello, ruthless mafia kings, identical in looks and cruelty. They have watched her for months. Obsessed. Waiting.
When scandalous photos explode across Italy, her father disowns her. The twins claim her as payment.
Now she is their contract wife in a cliffside villa. One rule: every day she spreads for them until she carries their heir.
Massimo takes her hard. Marcello takes her slow. They mark her. Fill her. Own her.
But the twins knew she was drugged that first night… and they did not stop.
Secrets bleed. Revenge burns. A rival strikes.
When the real pregnancy test turns positive, the monsters kneel.
From captive to queen, Valentina rises.
In Naples’ shadows, she is no longer forgotten.
She is bred.
She is claimed.
She is theirs.
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Chapter: The Long AfternoonI stayed in bed for a long time after he left, staring at the ceiling with my body still aching and my pussy throbbing with need. He had teased me so perfectly, brought me right to the edge and then walked away like it was nothing. My clit felt swollen and sensitive. Every small shift of my thighs made me bite my lip to hold back a whimper. I hated how desperate I felt. Hated how my own husband could leave me like this and still have me dripping for him.Eventually I dragged myself to the bathroom. The marble tub was huge, almost like a small pool. I filled it with hot water and lowered myself in slowly, hissing as the heat touched my sore pussy and the bruises on my ass. I leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to relax. But the moment I did, memories flooded in. Last night’s rough hands. This morning’s slow tongue. The same man. The same eyes. Yet somehow completely different.I stayed in the bath until the water cooled. When I finally got out, I wrapped myself in a soft white robe
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Chapter: Morning TeaseI woke up slowly, my body heavy and aching in the most intimate places. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass, warm and golden across the white sheets. For a moment I forgot where I was. Then the soreness hit me all at once. Deep bruises on my hips. My ass still stung from his palm. Between my legs I felt swollen and tender, used hard. Dried cum stuck to my inner thighs. I shifted and winced, a soft whimper escaping me.Last night had been brutal. He had tied my wrists, spanked me, pulled my hair, and fucked me like he wanted to break me. And I had come so hard I cried. The memory made my face burn with shame even now.I sat up carefully, pulling the sheet over my bare breasts. The silk tie he had used on my wrists lay on the pillow beside me. I touched it with trembling fingers. My husband. Massimo Caruso. The man who now owned every part of me according to that contract.The double doors opened quietly.I tensed, heart jumping into my throat.He walked in wearing a cris
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Chapter: First Night: Massimo’s ClaimHis words still burned against my ear. “You’re mine tonight.”I tried to push back against the wall, but there was nowhere to go. Massimo’s body was like warm steel behind me, his thick cock pressing hard against my ass through his trousers. My heart raced so fast I felt dizzy. Part of me wanted to scream, to fight, to beg him to stop. Another part, the part that still remembered how good it felt when he was inside me that first night, was already growing wet.“Please,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Not like this.”He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through my back. One of his big hands slid up my arm and caught both my wrists, pinning them above my head against the glass. With his other hand he reached down and pulled the silk tie from around his neck. The fabric whispered as he wrapped it around my wrists, tying them tightly together in a quick, practiced knot. The silk was soft but the binding was firm. I couldn’t pull my hands apart.“Massimo… wait—”“Quiet.” His voice was rou
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Chapter: First Night: Massimo’s ClaimNight had fallen over the Caruso villa. The infinity pool glowed a soft, eerie blue beyond the glass wall of the master suite while the dark sea crashed against the cliffs far below. I had been pacing the enormous room for what felt like hours, still wearing the same damp clothes from the morning. The tall enforcer had brought food earlier, but I barely touched it. My stomach was in knots.I kept wondering if I had made a terrible mistake by getting into that black SUV. By signing that contract. By agreeing to marry a man whose face I had barely seen clearly in the dark. What kind of life was this? Traded from one powerful family to another like a piece of furniture. At least with the Rossis I knew the kind of cruelty I was dealing with. Here, everything felt unknown and terrifying.The silence in the suite pressed down on me. Every small sound made me flinch, the distant roar of waves against the rocks, the low hum of the air conditioning, the occasional footsteps of guards outside.
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Chapter: Welcome to the VillaThe black SUV climbed the narrow coastal road with smooth confidence, winding higher along the Amalfi cliffs. I sat in the back seat, still damp from the rain, my small leather bag resting on my lap like a sad little anchor. The heater blew warm air against my legs, but it did nothing to stop the trembling inside me. Every turn of the road made my sore body ache in new ways. The bruises on my inner thighs pressed against the fabric of my jeans, a constant reminder of the night that had destroyed my old life and delivered me into this one.We drove for almost an hour. The sea stretched out to my right, gray and restless under the heavy sky. I kept my eyes on the water, trying not to think too hard about what waited at the end of this journey. The tall man with the scarred jaw sat in the front passenger seat, he had not spoken since we left Villa Sorrentina. His silence felt heavier than any threat.When the car finally slowed and turned through a set of massive iron gates, my breath ca
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Chapter: The ContractThe black SUVs rolled up to the estate gates less than twenty minutes after the call ended. I was still sitting on the wet curb, soaked to the bone, when three vehicles stopped in a perfect line. Their headlights cut through the heavy rain like knives. Doors opened in unison. Several men stepped out, all dressed in dark suits that somehow repelled the water. One of them, tall and broad with a scar running along his jaw, walked straight toward me. He did not speak at first. He simply offered his hand. His grip was firm but not cruel as he helped me to my feet. My legs felt weak after sitting in the cold for so long. The small leather bag hung heavily from my shoulder. He took it from me without asking and nodded toward the lead vehicle. “Come,” he said quietly. “My boss does not like to be kept waiting.” I followed him through the gates. The security that had thrown me out earlier now opened the barriers without a word. We walked up the long driveway in silence, rain still falling st
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Chapter: Chapter 167Esmeralda's POVThe Morrison Foundation's first board meeting is on a Thursday at ten AM.I arrive at nine-forty-five.Not because I am nervous, I have learned to distinguish between nervous and the elevated attention I bring to things that matter. This is the second thing. The Morrison Foundation matters in a way that is different from the way Morrison Manufacturing matters. The company is my father's legacy, reclaimed and made current. The foundation is something new. Something I am building from the beginning, without blueprint, for reasons that are entirely my own.That distinction matters.The boardroom is not the Morrison Manufacturing boardroom. I rented a space on the east side — deliberate, that. I didn't want the foundation to begin in a room that belonged to anything else. It should begin in its own room, with its own table, as its own thing.The board members arrive over the next ten minutes.Five of them. I chose each one carefully over three months of research and quiet
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Chapter: Chapter 166Esmeralda's POVI write the response on a Tuesday morning, not because Tuesday has any particular significance, I have been telling myself I would write it since last Thursday and each day has found a reason to not be the day. Not avoidance exactly, more the particular caution of someone who understands that some words, once sent, cannot be recalled, and who has learned....slowly, at considerable cost to be deliberate about the things she puts into the permanent record.It is seven AM.Damien has taken Margaret Rose for her morning walk...the specific ritual they have developed between themselves, father and daughter, thirty minutes every morning where they move through the neighbourhood and Damien talks to her about whatever is in his head and she looks at things with the focused attention she brings to everything. I watch them leave from the window. Damien with the pram, Margaret Rose's head turning at the first sound of the street, already interested in what the morning has.I com
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Chapter: Chapter 162 Damien's POVSunday morning is the only hour that belongs entirely to us.Not because the other hours don't... they do, each of them in their specific way. But Sunday morning has a quality that the others don't, a particular density of ordinary that I have come to understand is the most valuable thing I own.It is eight-fourteen AM.Esmeralda is asleep.She sleeps later on Sundays ...not by much, forty minutes perhaps, but the forty minutes matter. I notice it every week, the specific quality of her Sunday sleep versus her weekday sleep. Weekday sleep is efficient. She closes her eyes and her body takes what it needs and in the morning she wakes with the same focus she brings to everything. Sunday sleep is different. She settles into it differently. The particular ease of a body that is not expecting anything from the next hour.I leave her sleeping.I go to Margaret .*****She is awake when I open the nursery door.Not crying...she rarely cries in the morning. She wakes and she exa
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Chapter: Chapter 164Lila's POVI arrive seven minutes early and spend four of them standing on the pavement outside the Hale Industries building deciding whether arriving early makes me look eager.I decide it makes me look professional.I go in.The reception is on the thirty-second floor — a space that manages to feel like it belongs to a building without feeling like an office. Good lighting. The particular hum of a room where people are talking about real things rather than performing conversation. I recognize two of the board members from photographs I reviewed after Marcus called.. Dr. Osei, who came up through investment banking before pivoting to board work at forty-two; and Patricia Yuen, whose career trajectory I spent an embarrassing amount of time reading about on Wednesday because I was preparing for the article and absolutely not because I was trying to understand the context Marcus moves in.I get a drink from the server near the door.I look at the room.Marcus is not immediately visible.
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Chapter: Chapter 163Lila's POV I arrive seven minutes early and spend four of them standing on the pavement outside the Hale Industries building deciding whether arriving early makes me look eager.I decide it makes me look professional.I go in.The reception is on the thirty-second floor, a space that manages to feel like it belongs to a building without feeling like an office. Good lighting. The particular hum of a room where people are talking about real things rather than performing conversation. I recognize two of the board members from photographs I reviewed after Marcus called ...Dr. Osei, who came up through investment banking before pivoting to board work at forty-two; and Patricia Yuen, whose career trajectory I spent an embarrassing amount of time reading about on Wednesday because I was preparing for the article and absolutely not because I was trying to understand the context Marcus moves in.I get a drink from the server near the door.I look at the room.Marcus is not immediately visible
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Chapter: Chapter 162lila's POV A phone call from Marcus?...not even a text, a phone call Which is either old-fashioned or deliberate and with Marcus I am beginning to understand that there is no difference between those two things. He does not do accidental things. Everything he does is considered.I am in the middle of something when my phone rings and I see his name and I sit very still for approximately three seconds before I answer."Marcus," I say."Lila." A pause.... brief, functional. "Damien mentioned you're working on a piece about corporate foundation launches. For the business journal."I wrote that piece two months ago.Damien mentioned it to Marcus two months ago.Marcus is calling about it now.I note the timeline and say nothing about it."I finished that piece," I say. "It ran last month.""Right." Another pause. Not embarrassed — recalibrating. "He also mentioned you were starting something new. About women in executive leadership."This is true. I am starting something new about women
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