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VanessaI couldn’t believe it.I sat on the couch, my head in my hands, the taste of Derek’s kiss still burning on my lips.Guilt filled me. Robyn was upstairs, sleeping, trusting me– her mother, and I’d crossed a line with her fiancé. It was a mistake, fueled by wine and a loneliness I hadn’t admitted to myself, I thought to myself. Tomorrow, I’d keep my distance, act normal, and bury this before it went further.But as I dragged myself to bed, the memory of his hands, his hardness, the kiss, kept me awake, spelling trouble.Morning came, my head pounding from the wine, too little sleep, and too much guilt. I rubbed my face, my actions clearer in the daylight. I was 42, not some reckless kid. I had to end this. Robyn deserved better.I threw on a loose sweater and leggings, splashed water on my face, and headed downstairs to make coffee. No more mistakes.At least that's what I thought, until I got to the kitchen, stopping dead in my tracks. Derek was there, shirtless, pouring a mug

VanessaThe clock ticked past four, and my heart did a little flip. Robyn, my daughter, was coming home today and she was bringing Derek, her fiancé, for the first time.At 42, I’d kept myself together, working out, yoga, long walks, but the anticipation of meeting the man my daughter loved had me fussing. I smoothed my fitted cream dress and checked the dining table one last time. Grilled chicken, salad, Robyn’s favorite pasta dish– all ready.The doorbell chimed, and I rushed to open it, a smile already on my face. Robyn stood there, ever beautiful, and beside her was Derek, taller than I’d imagined from the pictures, with an athletic build that filled out his shirt and a charming grin.“Mom!” Robyn shrieked, throwing her arms around me. “You look so good, I've missed you."I hugged her tighter, breathing in her familiar scent. "Missed you too, sweetie."Releasing the hug, she exhaled. "God, that traffic was hell!”I smiled. "You made it, that’s what counts.”Derek stepped forward,

KaraThe cold air cooled my skin, but my heart was still racing.Not just from the wild sex, but from something deeper. The yacht sailed gently, and the reality of getting rescued gnawed at me. I glanced at Thea and Adam, their faces flushed and relaxed, and felt a pang. What happens when we leave?“Hey,” I called softly, sitting up and looking at them. “Can we talk? Just us?”Thea raised an eyebrow, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “What’s up, Kara? You okay?”Adam propped himself on an elbow, his eyes searching mine. “Yeah, you look serious. What's going on?"I shook my head. “Not here. Let's step out, just us.”Jon looked at me, then nodded subtly like he understood. “Take your time, you three. We’ll keep you updated with the rescue team.”We slipped below deck, the narrow staircase leading to a small, dimly lit cabin with a plush bed. The door clicked shut, muffling the sounds of the outside world. I faced Thea and Adam, my hands fidgeting.“Kara, what’s going on?” Thea as

Jon’s eyes were dark as he stepped closer, stroking himself. My heart raced, anticipating."Been waiting for this, he drooled, his voice rough with desire. “I want that pussy now.”I swallowed, heat pooling between my legs. “Okay."Taking me by the hand, he sat down on the cushioned bench, guiding my legs across him so I was straddling him now, his thick length stretching me as I sank down.“Oh fuck, Jon,” I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders. “You’re so big.”He grinned, smacking my ass behind. “Bounce on me, Kara. Show me how you move.”I started with a slow grind, my clit rubbing against him. “Like this? You feel so good."“Fuck, yes,” Jon groaned, thrusting up to meet me. “Harder, make those tits bounce.”I began bouncing, up and down, riding him faster. My breasts jiggled as his hands reached out to grab them, squeezing. Thea moaned nearby, still riding Nate, her ass slapping against his thighs. “Nate, fuck me deeper,” she demanded, her voice raw.Nate gripped her tighter,

Kara"Get this party started?" I asked, holding my breath."You heard me, Kara." He said my name slowly, like he was getting a feel of it with his lips.I felt the heat building below as I watched Thea grind against Jon, smirking at me. Adam’s hand tightened on my knee, his eyes dark with anticipation.“Fuck it, I’m in,” I said, confident despite the tremor in my voice.Thea broke her kiss with Jon, grinning at me. “I knew you would."Jon pulled Thea’s bottoms off, exposing her completely. “Damn, you’re ready,” he growled, his fingers brushing her wet folds. “Spread your thighs.”She did, stretching wider over him. “Touch me, Jon. Make it quick.”I stood up, my legs trembling as Liam stepped closer, his hands sliding to my hips. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Kara,” he murmured, pulling my torn top off, my breasts spilling free.“Fuck, nice,” Nate said, approaching us, his eyes scanning over me hungrily. “Mind if I join?”Adam chuckled, already stripping his shirt. “Plenty to go around.

Kara“Sun’s up,” Adam said the next morning, standing and brushing sand off his legs. “Let’s find a way off this island.”Thea yawned, stretching as her breasts bounced slightly. "Building a fire, yelling for help, something’s gotta work.”I stood, my body sore but buzzing with determination. “Yeah, it has to.”We gathered the remaining fruits and pulled on what was left of our clothes. We stepped onto the beach, the morning sun blinding and the sand warm under our feet. We hadn't heard any angry growls yet, and hopefully it stayed that way.Thea squinted at the horizon. “Do you think anyone’s even looking for us? What if they concluded that we're dead?"“I hope not,” I said, though doubt gnawed at me, especially because I didn't have any solid relationships outside the island. "And they better be looking for us, I can't imagine spending the rest of my life here."We trekked along the shore, scanning for anything and everything. It got hot fast, sweat appearing on my skin as I replaye

Isadora“So unbelievable,” I muttered to myself as I walked into the estate’s private bar.The place was quiet and empty. Just what I needed.I reached behind the counter and pulled down the first bottle I could see. Vodka. I grabbed a glass and poured a way more than a reasonable amount, then downed it like water.My throat burned. Good. I refilled. Again, and again.I rested my head against the cool marble of the counter, eyes closed, my head spinning slightly.I should’ve known. I should’ve seen it. And Viktor.Damn Viktor.“Putting things in my head,” I whispered again.I didn’t even hear the door swing open.“Isa?”I turned. Slowly.Talk about the devil. Viktor stood in the doorway. “I figured I’d find you here.”“You followed me?”“Not exactly. Heard the voices earlier. And then the slam.”“You heard us arguing?”He stepped closer. “The whole damn house nearly heard it.”I exhaled and turned back to the counter.“You okay?”I laughed bitterly. “Do I look okay?”He came closer an

Isadora“She said I what?”“You heard me,” I snapped. “She said you invited her.”He looked stunned. “I didn’t.”I folded my arms. “You’re gonna stand there and lie to my face?”“I’m not lying.”“She said it like it was nothing.”He stepped forward. “I swear to you, I didn’t invite her.”I scoffed. “You think I’m an idiot?”“No. Isa, come on.”I moved around him, pacing. “So let me get this straight— you didn’t invite her, and yet I overheard both of you in the hallway? That was your voice, Ivan. And hers. Talking.”His jaw flexed. “Okay. Yes. I spoke to her. She showed up and pulled me aside. I was caught off guard.”“Then why the hell did you lie when I asked who you were talking to? Why act like I was imagining things?”“Because I knew exactly how this would go!”“You mean I’d be pissed? Yeah, imagine that. Imagine being mad that the man I’m with is whispering in corners with a woman he used to fuck at my goddamn birthday.”“Isa—”“No, don’t ‘Isa’ me right now.”“I was trying to pr

Isadora“I swear, it was her,” I said, sliding into the booth beside Mariana. “Same woman from the salon.”Mariana turned to face me, brow raised. “The one that gave you that weird vibe and compliment?"I nodded. “Now it all clicks.”“What happened?”“She walked straight up to our table like she belonged there. Introduced herself as Elina Petrov.”Mariana blinked. “Petrov? That name sounds familiar.”I ignored that and kept going. “She acted all calm, like she was in charge. Said it was a shame how my birthday ended, insinuating that she was there."Mariana’s head tilted. “Wait. She was at the party?”I nodded slowly. “Yes she was, and I'm realising she was the voice I heard speaking with him at the bathroom. And guess what?"“What?”“She said Ivan invited her.”Mariana’s jaw went slack. “What?”I nodded again, trying to keep my voice steady. “I asked her who brought her. She smiled and said Ivan did. Like it was nothing.”“No way.”“That’s not even the worst part.”Mariana’s brows sh

I didn’t take my eyes off her. The woman, same black hair, same unsettling calm, walking toward me confidently. Poised.“Isadora,” she said smoothly. “We meet again.”I blinked. “You were at the salon.”“Among other places,” she replied, smile faint. She turned to Viktor. “Viktor.”“You are?” he asked politely, nodding."Elina."He paused for a moment, then cocked an eyebrow. "Petrov, the Elina Petrov?"“I suppose so,” she smirked, her eyes flicking back to me.“You two know each other?” I asked carefully.“Not personally,” Viktor replied. “She’s… been around.”“A pleasure,” she said, offering her hand.I shook it briefly, not missing the cold undertone in her voice. “Likewise.”“I’ll give you two a moment,” Viktor said, already backing away. Elina slid into the booth across from me, where Viktor had been.“You’re very pretty,” she said.I tilted my head. “What is this? A game?”“No games,” she said smoothly. “I just figured it was time we officially met and had a talk. Woman to woman

"You good?” Mariana asked again.I didn’t answer. She stared at the screen a second longer. “Do you wanna get out of here? Just clear your head?”“Where?”“Club. It’s not very busy tonight, I confirmed.”I didn’t respond right away, hesitating as thoughts of the image and the mysterious woman lingered.“Come on,” she said gently. “It’ll help.”I looked at the photo one more time, then locked my phone.“Yeah. Fine.”The music played low, more for ambiance than anything else. The club was half-lit, the bar glowing a soft blue, tables empty except for us and a few other people. We slid into a booth near the corner. Mariana ordered something non-alcoholic. But I hadn't touched my drink yet.“You sure you wanna sit here and drool?” she asked, sipping hers.I nodded, eyes on the glass in front of me.“Do you want me to stay?” she asked after a few seconds.I glanced at her. “It’s fine. I know you've got work to do."She hesitated. “Okay… just holler if you change your mind.”I gave a tiny n

A knock landed on the door. I didn’t move.“Isadora?” It was Mariana.I didn’t say anything.“Can I come in?”I sighed, still sitting on the edge of the bed. “Door’s open.”She walked in slowly, glancing around like she wasn’t sure if she belonged. Her hands were tucked nervously into the pockets of her jacket.“I heard about what happened downstairs,” she said gently.“Of course you did. Probably everyone in the house did.”She closed the door behind her and stepped in further. “I just wanted to check on you. You okay?”I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Define okay.”Mariana gave a small smile and walked over. “Can I sit?”I nodded, and she dropped onto the floor in front of me, legs crossed like a kid.“I saw Ivan in the hall. He didn’t say much.”“Yeah,” I muttered. “He never does.”“You wanna talk about it?”I stayed silent for a few seconds. Then it all just… spilled out. “I’m just tired,” I said. “So damn tired.”Mariana looked up at me. “Of what?”“Of everything. The chaos.