Roy Williamson の小説

Bella walked out of Marcus’s building like her legs didn’t belong to her. The night air hit her face cold and sharp, but she didn’t feel it. Her whole body felt numb, like someone had switched her off.Rachel’s voice kept playing in her head.“Took you long enough to figure it out.”The drugs. The escort setup. The way Rachel smiled while saying it. Like it was nothing. Like Bella was nothing.She kept walking. Fast. No direction. Just away.How could she miss it? All those years. Sleepovers. Late-night talks. Rachel crying on her shoulder when guys broke her heart. Bella holding her up. Telling her she deserved better.And the whole time… Rachel was fucking Marcus. Planning. Waiting. Smiling in her face while sharpening the knife.Bella’s chest burned. Not just from crying. From stupid questions that wouldn’t stop.Was this always supposed to happen? Did I deserve it? Was I too blind? Too trusting? Too… something?She laughed once but it was short and bitter. The sound scared

Marcus thrust harder, hips snapping forward with a wet slap that filled the dim bedroom. Rachel’s legs locked tight around his waist, heels digging into his lower back like she wanted to pull him deeper. Her nails raked down his shoulders, leaving red lines that burned just right.“Fuck, Rach… so tight,” he groaned, voice rough and low. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her chest, sliding between her bouncing breasts.Rachel arched up, meeting every slam. Her pussy clenched around him on purpose, squeezing hard at the base of his cock each time he pulled back. “Harder, baby… give it to me like you used to give it to her.”Marcus growled at that. His hand shot to her throat, not choking, just holding, thumb pressing lightly under her jaw. “Don’t talk about her.”Rachel laughed, breathy and mean. “Why? You’re fucking me now. Not her. Me.”She rolled her hips in a slow circle, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. The friction made her moan loud, high and needy. Marcus’s rhythm fa

Bella pushed open the apartment door with her shoulder, keys jingling softly in her hand. The place was dark except for the faint glow of the hallway light she always left on. Quiet. Too quiet. “Rachel?” she called out, voice echoing off the empty walls. No answer. She dropped her bag on the couch, kicked off her heels, and padded barefoot toward the kitchen. A quick glance at the counter, Rachel’s usual mess of coffee mugs and takeout containers was gone. The fridge hummed, but the sink was dry. No lipstick-stained glass. No half-eaten yogurt container with the spoon still in it. She wasn’t home. Bella exhaled through her nose. Part of her was relieved. She didn’t want to talk right now anyway, not about the office, not about Darian, not about the way Vivian’s hand had looked wrapped around him like she owned every inch. She just wanted to wash the day off her skin and disappear into her own head for a while. She headed straight for the bathroom. The shower came on

Bella pushed open the apartment door with her shoulder, keys jingling softly in her hand. The place was dark except for the faint glow of the hallway light she always left on. Quiet. Too quiet.“Rachel?” she called out, voice echoing off the empty walls.No answer.She dropped her bag on the couch, kicked off her heels, and padded barefoot toward the kitchen. A quick glance at the counter, Rachel’s usual mess of coffee mugs and takeout containers was gone. The fridge hummed, but the sink was dry. No lipstick-stained glass. No half-eaten yogurt container with the spoon still in it.She wasn’t home.Bella exhaled through her nose. Part of her was relieved. She didn’t want to talk right now anyway, not about the office, not about Darian, not about the way Vivian’s hand had looked wrapped around him like she owned every inch. She just wanted to wash the day off her skin and disappear into her own head for a while.She headed straight for the bathroom.The shower came on hot, steam risin

Darian cleared his throat.The sound was sharp in the quiet car, deliberate, like a warning bell. Bella’s fingers tightened instinctively around the strap of her bag resting on her lap. The city lights slid past the tinted windows, blurred streaks of gold and white, but she barely noticed them. Her attention snapped fully to the man beside her.She had been expecting this.Ever since she stepped into the car, every second of silence had felt heavy, charged. She had known he wouldn’t let the ride pass without saying something. Darian wasn’t the type to ignore unfinished business, especially not when control was involved.Her pulse picked up.She kept her eyes forward, posture stiff, her back pressed lightly against the leather seat. She didn’t turn to look at him. She didn’t trust her face not to betray her.Darian’s hands remained steady on the steering wheel. His gaze was fixed on the road, jaw tight, expression unreadable. When he spoke, his voice was calm, low, and controlled but

Bella walked back to her desk like nothing had happened.That was the strangest part.The office looked normal. Phones rang. Laptops clicked. People talked about deadlines, meetings, lunch plans. Someone laughed near the printer. Someone complained about the air-conditioning being too cold.Life moved on.Bella didn’t.She sat down slowly, placed her bag under the desk, and stared at her screen. Her reflection stared back at her in the dark glass. Pale. Tight-lipped. Controlled.She knew.She didn’t need confirmation. She didn’t need proof.She had heard enough.She had heard Vivian’s moan through the door and not only that, she literally grabbed his dick in her presence. She had heard Darian’s voice too, lower, rougher than usual, stripped of the authority he wore like armor in meetings.That alone told her everything…that they had a banger sex In his office…and her instinct was never wrong.Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She forced herself to start working. One email. Then