Mag-log inChapter 92Rose POVI married Richard Harrington for the money.That was the cold, simple truth. At twenty-six I was tired of scraping by, tired of men my age who still lived with roommates and called takeout a date. Richard was sixty-eight, silver-haired, and richer than any young guy I'd dated.His hands were soft from years of never having to work them hard, and his cock. God help me, he barely got hard anymore. On the rare nights he managed it, it was over in minutes. I told myself it was fine. The house was a mansion. The credit cards had no limits. I could live with a soft dick if it meant never worrying about rent again.I didn’t know about his son until the wedding was already over. Nathaniel. Twenty-one. Tall, dark-haired, with his father’s sharp jaw and none of his softness. He showed up two weeks after the honeymoon, moving into the east wing like he belonged there—which, of course, he did. Richard had kept him quiet, some arrangement with the boy’s mother. I smiled and
Chapter 91Malory's POV I didn't have to pretend my boss was fucking me cause everyone already knew and I was meant to feel embarrassed but I guess I wasn't. A call came just after lunch, while I was still riding the high of Ryan’s promotion and the way he’d used me against his office wall. My phone buzzed with Mia’s name. I almost ignored it. Something in my gut said not to answer.I did anyway.“Malory…please, please don’t hang up.” Her voice cracked the second I picked up. “Logan kicked me out. He changed the locks. I have nowhere to go. I’m sitting on a curb with two bags and my phone’s at twelve percent. Please, I’m scared.”I stared at the glass wall of my new office, jaw tightening until it ached. The same sister who’d borrowed money and never paid it back. The same sister who’d slept with my last boyfriend just to prove she could. Pity still twisted under my ribs like a knife, but disgust sat heavier.“You always do this,” I said, voice flat. “You burn every bridge and then
Chapter 90Malory's POV “I want it…I want you,” I gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust. “I’ve wanted you inside me like this for so fucking long. Harder…please!”He gave it to me harder. The wet slap of skin filled the room. When I started to shake again he pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and slid home in missionary. Face to face now. His eyes locked on mine as he drove deep, grinding against my clit on every stroke.“You’re mine,” he said against my mouth. “Say it.”“Yours.” My legs locked around his waist. “I’m yours.”He came with a low, broken sound, spilling hot cum inside me while I shattered around him a second time. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, bodies slick and spent, until the last pulses faded.Ryan kissed the corner of my mouth, still buried deep. “Rest. Then we do it again.” I smiled against his skin, completely, deliciously satisfied.The morning after felt unreal. I woke tangled in Ryan’s sheets, body still aching in the best way, the scent of hi
Chapter 89 Malory's POV My voice cracked as I shouted at him. I moved my gaze to my sister. There was no hint of remorse on her face. She didn't even flinch. My stepsister had never cared about me. She made my best friend betray me and turned my mother against me countless times. But still, I gave her all the love and accommodated her so that my mum wouldn't know she was suspended.“Malory…babe listen to me”, Logan pleaded.“Come on Logan, tell her this isn't the first time”, Mia rolled her eyes.“This was a mistake mia, you know that!!”, Logan barked causing mia to flinch before she turned back to me. “Please hear me out baby, I don't know what got into me”, he said moving his towards me.Before he could get any closer, I slapped him on his cheeks. He turned to me, cheeks red. “We've been together for a year Logan. And who knows how long you've been cheating. Now both of you, pack your bags and get out of my house!!”, ordered.I walked out, ignoring Logan's pleas. I walked on the l
Chapter 88Malory’s POVI jolted awake at 5:17 a.m. to the alarm’s shrill scream. The water stain on the ceiling swam into focus, the cheap fan turning lazy circles that did nothing for the heat already climbing through the walls. Logan’s arm pinned me to the mattress, heavy and warm. I slid out from under it carefully. He needed sleep. He’d said so every morning for three weeks. Always doing nothing all day but sleeps like he is working the night shift. I went into the kitchen and measured coffee by the scoop, listening to the apartment settle around me. Mia’s door stayed shut and I liked it that way. Five days home from college and she already treated the place like a hotel with free room service. I poured the dark liquid into a travel mug, black, no sugar. Calories were money I didn’t have.I was halfway through a protein bar when Logan appeared in the doorway, hair a mess, boxers low on his hips. He didn’t speak. He just crossed the linoleum, took the bar from my fingers, and se
Chapter 87Claire's POV The footsteps on the stairs were the loudest sound I’d ever heard. Adrian pulled out of me so fast the sudden emptiness made me gasp. Ethan scrambled off the bed, grabbing clothes. I lunged for the sheet, heart hammering so hard I thought it would crack my ribs. Adrian yanked on his jeans without bothering with underwear. Ethan threw my nightie at me and I dragged it over my head just as a soft knock sounded on the door.“Claire? You awake, sweetheart? I brought extra spring rolls.”I forced my voice steady. “Just…just getting dressed. Give me a minute.”Adrian’s eyes met mine across the room, dark and warning. Ethan was already at the window, checking the lock like he was calculating an escape route. I could still feel Adrian’s cum leaking down my thigh. The sheet was a mess. The whole room smelled like pure sex.Aunt Denise’s footsteps retreated after a long pause. “Okay. Food’s in the kitchen whenever you’re ready.”The second she was gone, the three of us







