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2025-12-15 19:16:00She slipped her trembling hands into mine, her grip so tight her knuckles whitened as though I was the last thing tethering her to the ground. I steadied her, feeling the way her weight sagged against me as she pushed herself up from the sofa. Her knees wobbled, body swaying dangerously, but she didn’t collapse again.
“I’m good,” she whispered before I could scold her or offer more help. The words were firm, but the way she leaned into me betrayed the lie. Her body pressed against my side, most of her weight balanced on me, her feet dragging across the carpet like an afterthought while I guided her through the bedroom and into the bathroom.Her eyes drifted around, unfocused, sweeping across the space like she wanted to comment but lacked the strength. That silence alone told me how far gone she really was. Normally, Allie always had something to say, some clever retort, some teasing edge. Now she simply let me maneuver her, pliant, trusting.“Sit,” I ordered, even thoug
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Thirty minutes of social warfare later, we’d shaken enough hands to qualify for political office, discussed more summer vacation plans than a travel agent, and Allie had collected business cards like they were Pokemon cards.For someone with zero experience navigating these bougie social landmines, she was absolutely destroying the competition. That easy smile and genuine interest in people’s kids and designer dogs had every trust fund baby and social climber eating out of her palm.“How are you holding up?” I asked after TV host Marc Trenton finally stopped name-dropping his Hamptons house and wandered off, his stolen soap now safely tucked in Allie’s increasingly heavy bag.“Amazing. Look at this haul.” She held the bag open like she’d just robbed a bank. “That’s got to be at least ten more bottles.”“No, Blondie. How are you doing?”She blinked at me, pink creeping up her cheeks like someone had just asked her to recite the periodic table. “Are you asking whet
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A shadow slid across his face—there and gone like a passing storm—before the thunder followed.“Blondie. This? Here?” Alonzo fisted the front of my shirt and pulled me off the freezer’s breath. The door thudded shut. In the same breath he pinned me to it, thigh wedged between mine, heat and steel. “We’re practicing,” he said, voice low enough to vibrate in my ribs, “because when I fuck you, I want you screaming. Real pleasure. Not polite. Not pretend. And we’ll practice again, and again, and again—until that overactive brain of yours shuts up and the only thing left in it is my name. Your first climax is just the beginning of this. Understood?”My throat clicked. Your first climax will only be the beginning of this. Air vanished; the room tilted.“Understood?” His fingers closed around my chin, firm enough to send a hot shiver down my spine.“Yes,” I managed, a rasp.“One more thing.” He bent, lips ghosting along my cheekbone. The growl in his chest stroked the s
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Alonzo was at the office again on Friday. That made it the second day in a row we hadn’t seen each other since the whole vibrator incident, and the silence gnawed at me more than I wanted to admit. I told myself I was going to his apartment to bury myself in books, to study like a dutiful little academic. But the city heat had other plans.By eleven, the sun turned his penthouse into a glass greenhouse. The south-facing windows baked the air until my hair stuck to the back of my neck. I tried fiddling with the thermostat—pushed button after button until it beeped angrily and flashed a mocking red light. No matter what I did, the thing wouldn’t budge.“Asshole,” I hissed at it.Of course Alonzo had air conditioning. Of course he’d only ever set it to turn on when he was home. The man probably thought sweating through my clothes counted as character building.Fine. I could get relief in other ways.I opened the freezer, sighing when the first gust of cool air hit m
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Blondie: Did you know people are hornier in summer than winter?I stared at my phone screen like it contained the secrets of the universe. This was how she chose to break our text silence? Scientific horniness facts?Alonzo: Yes.Blondie: Apparently it’s a mix of extra Vitamin D and dopamine from sun exposure, plus all the exposed skin releasing pheromones.Jesus Christ. She was literally texting me about pheromones and seasonal arousal patterns. The irony was so thick I could choke on it.Alonzo: We should test your theory on my sun deck.There. Direct. Clear intent. No room for misinterpretation.Blondie: It’s not my theory, it’s science.Are you fucking kidding me?She didn’t even react to what was obviously a come-on. You’d think after trying to get herself off in my bed – successfully, based on the sounds I’d heard – she might have been slightly flirtier. Instead, she’d spent the week sending me links to academic articles about hormonal fluct
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At 3 AM on Thursday morning, I got a front-row seat to exactly why Constance Montana hadn’t been spotted outside her house in fifteen fucking years.The screams had me shooting out of bed like someone had set off a fire alarm directly in my brain. I grabbed the first potential weapon I could find – some ridiculously ornate vase that probably cost more than my student loans – and followed the sound of pure terror upstairs.Victor intercepted me in the hallway, one finger pressed to his lips in the universal “shut the hell up” gesture, his other hand extended for my makeshift weapon. Even at 3 AM, the man looked ready to spring into action – black shirt, gray sweatpants, the kind of alert stillness that suggested he’d been awake the second those screams started.I handed over the vase, eyes locked on the door behind him where Constance’s cries were raising every hair on my neck. The sounds were primal, desperate, the kind that made your chest tight with secondhand panic.Then they stopp
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Tuesday felt like a soft relaunch of summer. Alonzo swung his door open with that cool, unbothered smile, ushered me inside, and said, “Shoes off, Blondie. Library’s open. You hungry?”He’d already ordered lunch—sushi laid out in disciplined rows on the kitchen island like jewels in lacquered boxes. He used chopsticks with the kind of unshowy competence that made me aware of my elbows. After, he sent me back to the library and disappeared for calls, reappearing mid-afternoon with Starbucks cups balanced in one broad hand.“This is for you,” he said, sliding a plastic cup across the desk. The drink was an ice-cold cloud—milk, sugar, happiness.“You’ll live to love it,” I told him.He took one experimental sip of my order and physically recoiled. “This is a dessert pretending to be coffee.”“That’s why it’s perfect.”He lifted his own cup—black coffee with the faintest smudge of milk. “Some of us prefer honesty.”“Some of us prefer joy,” I countered, and to
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