FAZER LOGINAbbyI woke up with a headache that felt like it had claws. The light coming through the blinds was wrong. Too soft. Too angled. My sheets never smelled like this. Cedar and something clean and masculine. Panic hit before the memories did.I sat up fast. The room spun. My stomach dropped.I’m not in my bed. I’m not in my apartment. The night before slammed into me in pieces. The rain. The sobbing on the hallway floor. Roger’s quiet voice. Whiskey burning down my throat. The way I had walked around the table and climbed into his lap like I had every right. The kiss that started uncertain and turned hungry. His hands on my waist. The hard press of him against me. “Oh my God”.Heat flooded my face so fast it made the headache worse. I pressed both palms to my eyes and tried to breathe. I had kissed my neighbor. I had ground against him. I had told him I wanted him. And then I had passed out in his bed like some disaster.When I dropped my hands, Roger was standing in the doorway. He
AbbyI sat. The first few bites tasted like cardboard. Halfway through the plate the words finally pushed free.“I found out my boyfriend is fucking my best friend.” I said.Roger set his fork down and waited.“We’ve been together for two years. I went over to his place and I saw them.”I stared at the pasta. My voice stayed low.“He was in bed with my best friend. I’ve known him since we were kids. He’s… gay. They were fucking. The way they talked about me… like I was a joke. Like I was just in the way.”Roger stayed quiet. His expression didn’t change much, but he was listening.“They didn’t see me,” I continued. “I left before they noticed. But I heard everything. The way they talked about me. Like I was a joke. Like I was just in the way of something better.”I looked up at him. “That’s why I was on the floor outside my door and I misplaced my key on my way home.”Roger nodded once, slow. “I’m sorry.”Silence stretched between us. Then he asked, “What would make you feel even a li
AbbyHalfway home the sky cracked open. Rain poured down in heavy sheets, soaking my clothes in seconds. Water ran into my eyes and down my neck. My shirt clung to my body. My hair stuck to my face in wet strands. Still I kept walking. The cold rain mixed with the tears on my cheeks, but I felt too hollow to care. All I could see was them. All I could hear was Nike telling Caley he came harder with him than he ever had with me.By the time I reached my building I was completely drenched. Water dripped from my clothes onto the pavement. Mascara ran in dark lines down my cheeks. My fingers felt numb as I reached into my pocket for my keys.The pocket was empty.I checked the other one. Nothing. I must have dropped them somewhere between Nike’s place and here. The realization hit hard enough that my knees almost gave out. I sank down onto the cold tile of the hallway outside my door, back against the wall, and the sobs finally broke free. Ugly, shaking, uncontrollable. I don’t know how
AbbyI pushed the door open the way I always did. Keys still swinging from my fingers. The plastic bag of takeout warm against my hip. Two years of dating Nike had made this place feel like mine too. The hallway light was off. Soft music drifted from the bedroom, something low and pulsing.I almost called his name.Then I heard it.A wet, rhythmic sound. Skin meeting skin. A deep, broken moan that I knew belonged to Nike.I stepped closer on quiet feet and stopped just outside the partially open bedroom door, staying in the shadows of the dark hallway. The only light inside came from a single dim lamp on the nightstand. From this angle I could see everything, but they could not see me.Nike lay on his back, legs spread wide, head thrown back against the pillows, facing the headboard. Caley was between his thighs, face buried between Nike’s cheeks, tongue pushing deep while one hand stroked Nike’s cock in slow, tight pulls. Nike’s fingers were tangled in Caley’s hair, hips rolling up t
PiperI stood up from the chair on legs that barely held me. The cape still hung around my shoulders. Killian stepped back just enough to let me pass. His eyes stayed on mine in the mirror for one more second.I walked toward the back of the salon. Every step made the wetness between my thighs impossible to ignore. I could hear my heart beat as I walked past other customers and employees. I pushed the restroom door open, stepped inside, and left it unlocked just like he told me.The small space smelled of soap and clean towels. One sink. One stall. Soft lighting. I leaned against the counter and tried to steady my breathing. My fingers still tingled from touching myself. I was so close earlier that the ache refused to fade.The door opened.Killian stepped in and locked it behind him with a quiet click. He didn’t speak at first. He just looked at me. Then he closed the distance in two steps.His mouth met mine hard. I gasped into the kiss. His hands gripped my waist and turned me so m
Piper“You’re flushed.”I immediately touched my cheek with my free hand. “Am I?”“A little,” he said.“It’s warm in here,” I replied.He glanced around the salon, his eyes briefly sweeping over the room. “Is it?”I nodded. “Yes.”He didn’t argue.But the corner of his mouth lifted. He moved around the chair to reach another section of my hair. As he passed behind me, I became acutely aware of how close he was. The brief brush of his body against the back of the chair sent another jolt straight between my legs. My fingers stuttered, then resumed their slow, deliberate rhythm. I could see him concentrating on his work, completely composed while I struggled to maintain mine.“You’re quiet all of a sudden,” he said.“I’m listening.”“To what?” His voice carried a hint of amusement.“You.”He smiled. “That’s a first.”I laughed, soft and a little strained. “Don’t get used to it.”“I won’t.”He continued working.I watched him through the mirror while my hand never stopped. His expre
Sean I closed the door to my bedroom and leaned against it, the wood cool against my back. My heart was still beating heavier than normal. What the hell had just happened? I sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through my hair, replaying the scene in Mila’s room. She had been so defiant at f
Mila I did exactly as I was ordered, pressing my face into his leg, but I could feel the heat of his palm hovering over my thighs. He was right. This might be even more torturous than having his hands on my ass, smacking me like I'm some child. “I have tried so hard to get along with you,” he
Mila The party was alive the second I walked in. Bass from the speakers vibrated through my chest, mixing with the smell of spilled beer, sweet perfume, and weed smoke curling in the air. Colored lights flashed over bodies packed tight on the dance floor. God it felt so good to be back here, wit
MilaI slammed the front door hard enough that the sound echoed through the fancy new hallway. My suitcase bumped against the wall as I dragged it inside. The whole house smelled like vanilla candles and Mom’s expensive perfume, the kind that always made me want to sneeze.“Mila?” Mom’s voice came




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