LOGINMASONShe was perfect.Every inch of Tiffany Reese was fucking perfect.She slid her tongue into my mouth like she didn’t even need permission to. And she didn’t. Cause holy hell, she tasted like nothing I’d ever had before.Sweet, with a subtle hint of cocoa and something strangely stronger underneath. It drew out a soft groan just as my body started to respond to the heat of hers.I grabbed her close. Close enough to feel her nipples needle against my shirt. Close enough to bring her tongue even deeper into my mouth.One hand stayed at the small of her back. The other softly cupped her cheek. Every nudge of her hips or roll of her tongue sent pulses down my spine that settled at my gut and spread further down.I picked her off the floor like she weighed nothing and settled her against the bathroom sink.Now, it was my turn to roam.I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and sculpted her body with my hands. As if I was trying to memorize every detail of her like this would be the las
TIFFANYMason was right.Alcohol was definitely not a good decision. Especially for someone who’d never had a sip in her life.Did it always taste this bitter, or was it just me?Ooh, who was I kidding. Bitter, sweet, sour — it didn’t matter. For some annoying reason, every time it hit the back of my throat, the memories I’d been trying to suppress were the same ones shooting back up again.Yet I kept drinking. Maybe because the taste wasn’t that bad and I was just lying.Or maybe I was lying about something else. Lying about wanting to forget.Maybe… I wanted to remember.I grabbed the bottle off the floor again, then leaned further into the bathtub and let the bubbles come up to my neck.Just as I tipped the bottle toward my mouth, the thought came.*Why wouldn’t he choose Mika over me?*Her dark hair was longer. Her skin, fairer. Her eyes, a peculiar shade of grey.She was a little more curvy than I was, and even without saying it, I knew she’d give him a much better time
MASONHerr date with Brian went to shit.I should've been happy. But between the shudders and sobbs and the sound of her choking on her own tears, I was starting to wonder how bad the date could've possibly been. I turned the heater a bit higher and glanced at her again. She wasn't soaked, but still huddled herself as though the cold had seeped deep into her bones. Tsk.“Do you want to take my jacket?” I asked, already shrugging it off while one hand remained on the steering wheel. “It's still raining. I'm not sure it’ll be over by the time we get to your house.”I'd pulled the jacket off completely now, but when I gave it to her, she didn't move. She stayed huddled. Didn't say a word. Didn't make a sound. Until…“Can I crash at your place tonight?” She asked.Something hot and fast shot up inside me.“W… what?”She put it her head against the window, slowly releasing herself from the huddled position. I could see the dried tear marks on her face now.. “I don't feel like going
TIFFANYWhat was the perfect birthday gift for a man who may or may not be your boyfriend, and may or may not have already cheated on you?I stood outside the restaurant with the small wrapped box sweating against my palm, asking myself that question for the fifth time in ten minutes.The place was warm light and quiet money. Glass doors. Soft music leaking out every time someone entered. The kind of restaurant where people celebrated things they were sure about.I was not sure about anything.Still, I smoothed the front of my dress, checked my reflection in the dark glass, and went in before I could talk myself into a cab home.Theo was already at the table.Of course he was.He rose the second he saw me, black shirt open at the collar, watch catching the light as he pulled my chair out like this was simple. Like we were simple.“You’re late,” he said, but there was no real edge in it.“Yeah. Sorry. I got stuck deciding whether to come,” I answered.That earned a small smile. “I’m gl
MAXShe was still coughing when I put my hand out.Wheezing like I'd choked her hard enough to kill her. And maybe I had.But I needed to be sensible about this. “Show me” I said. Mika blinked at me through watering eyes, one palm still pressed to her throat. “What?”“Proof,” I said. “That they know about Bianca.”For a second she looked almost relieved. Like she’d been waiting for me to ask.“I knew you wouldn’t believe me,” She reached into the small bag at her side, pulled out a folded printout, and held it between two fingers. “So I brought it.”I took it.The paper was clean and professional. No dramatic red stamps. No movie-villain nonsense.Just a profile sheet.A username. A blurred still from a stream. Payment routes. Cross-referenced names.[Fox.] Branded on the first page.And under possible real-world links, one that made my blood go flat and cold:[Bianca Langley — probable.]I read it twice.Then a third time, slower, like the words might rearrange themselves int
MAXMy first spell at Lang Corp wasn’t exactly a memorable one.I’d taken the offer from Sully because I wanted to get back at my brother. My mind was further made up when I picked up the injury against Kieran’s team in the college quarterfinals. I had shitty colleagues, a pompous boss, and a situationship with Vanessa I wished I could bury in an archive and never see the light of day again.Yet here I was… again.Well, not exactly.A fancy boutique in the central district wasn’t exactly Lang Corp duty, but apparently Theo wouldn’t be available to formally acknowledge my acceptance until tomorrow.So for now, I had to tail his assistant.“How about this?” She turned to face me. “Does it make me look fat?”I dragged my gaze off the exit I’d been staring at and set my focus on Mika Wayne.Slender. Petite. Annoying.“I’m not a fashion designer or a seamstress,” I replied. “If you wanted opinions on clothes, you should’ve dragged someone else down here instead of lying to me.”“I







