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THREESOME~RICHARD POV~The air in my office still smelled like costly whiskey and disappointment. Claire’s unkind words and Monica’s rejection felt like a fresh hurt, and the only way to heal it was to have a woman who accepted her role. Diana was already almost there, lying on my desk like a gift.“Take off your jacket,” I commanded, my voice a low pebble.Her dark, eager eyes stayed on me as she took off the fur. The dress underneath was very revealing. It was black and thin enough to show the shape of her breasts, and had a slit that would show more if she moved a certain way. Her breasts were beautiful, big and round, lifted for me to see.I didn’t ask. I just reached out and closed my hand over one breast, the soft, warm weight filling my palm. She didn’t jump, didn’t flinch. She just let out a soft, knowing sigh. Good. This wasn’t her first corporate rodeo.My grip tightened, testing her. A quick little gasp escaped her lips, her eyes fluttering for a bit of a second. That t

IN CONTROL~MONICA’S POV~The walls of my bedroom felt too close, making it hard to breathe, as if they were hearing my thoughts for a long time. I stared at a spot on the wall, hoping it would give me answers, but it did not. I kept seeing Richard’s face in my mind…his anger, the way he looked at me like I was not important to him anymore. That look hurt more than any mean words he could say.I pressed my hands into my eyes and whispered into the stale air, “What is happening to me?” My voice broke at the end, and I felt a sense of shame.I was not supposed to feel powerless. I was supposed to be the one pulling the strings. That was the deal, the way it had always been. Richard had been mine to manipulate, mine to handle, mine to keep wrapped up in the neat little bow I tied around him. But now? That bow was cracking, and every loose thread slipped through my fingers no matter how tight I tried to grip it.If I messed this up now, if I let him drift any further from me, I knew I

STANDING MY GROUND ~ANNETTE’S POV~The café was warm with soft afternoon light, making the city feel a bit nicer. The glass windows glowed, keeping the smell of coffee and fresh bread inside —a scent that almost made me think life was easy. Almost.I sat with Mia and Kelly, two cheerful friends enjoying the sun, not noticing the darkness that always seemed to be around me. They laughed easily, and for a little while, I pretended to be like them…just a girl with too much coffee and not enough patience for salads that never satisfied.“You have got to try this sandwich, Annette! It’s life-changing!” Mia announced, waving a half-eaten mess of bread and cheese right under my nose.I wrinkled it away with a laugh. “I am already married to this salad, Mimi. Stop trying to tempt me into adultery.”Kelly nearly snorted her coffee out of her nose, and the three of us broke out into light giggles, a sound I had almost forgotten my voice could make. For a fleeting moment, I felt…normal.My p

BEING WATCHED ~CLAIRE’S POV~Despite the ridiculously stressful morning, I couldn’t sit still to save my life. My nerves had me pacing the length of Alexander’s living room like some caged tiger. My heels clicked against his expensive wood floors, and judging from the way he kept tracking me with those sharp, stormy eyes of his, I was probably annoying the hell out of him.“Claire,” he drawled, leaning back on the couch like he owned the entire world, “if you walk another lap, I’m charging you rent.”I stopped mid-step, scowling at him. “Don’t tempt me. At least then I’d feel productive instead of losing my mind.”“Or,” he said, smirking lazily, “you could sit down for five minutes. You’re making me dizzy, and that’s saying something considering I’ve been in boardrooms with stockholders on cocaine.”I crossed my arms, refusing to give him the satisfaction of being right. “Are you sure you don’t need to lie down? You should really rest, Alexander.”The man had blood on his knuckles b

MAKING HEADLINE~RICHARD’S POV~Light blasted into my skull and everything went upside down. For a second I thought the ceiling was the sun and my head the moon wobbling out of orbit.“Li….”“Lights,” I croaked. Somebody obeyed, mercifully; the hospital-swamped glow slid away and the world righted itself into pale walls and antiseptic smells. I blinked. The mattress sighed. My ribs sang a chorus of ow.I’m in a hospital bed. Of course. My life seems to run on major mistakes.I looked over and saw Monica sitting next to me in a plastic chair, with her hands folded and sharp eyes. Out of all the people I wanted to see….the priest, a lawyer, a kind woman with sympathetic eyes…Monica was not one of them.“Hey,” I managed. My voice came out like an apology note.She didn’t smile. She looked at me like a woman assigned to deal with an infestation of roaches and currently cataloguing who to hire for fumigation. “Why were you bothering Claire at a hotel?” she asked, snipping as a paper cut.

DON'T BE A HERO~CLAIRE POV~The car was too quiet, except for the low hum of the engine. My chest was still pounding like I had run ten miles, and no matter how many deep breaths I tried to take, the air felt too thin. My palms were wet, fists clenched so tight in my lap that my nails dug crescents into my skin.Richard’s grip still burned on my arm. Angry red marks. His touch was like poison.I hated that it made me shake.“Hey.” Alexander’s voice cut through the quietness, calm but abrupt. “What’s wrong?”I turned to him, hardly making eye contact. The streetlights cast shadows on his face, making him seem more intense than usual. It felt like he was trying to hold back anger.“It’s nothing,” I muttered. The lie was bitter.He didn’t buy it. Of course, he didn’t. “Claire.” He said my name like an order, like a command I couldn’t ignore. “Talk to me.”My throat tightened. I tried to keep it down, tried to swallow it back, but the words broke loose. “It’s just… Richard. The way he g