Mag-log inCaroline I tried to act normal the next morning. I cooked, smiled when David came home, and let him kiss and touch me as if nothing had changed. But every time his hands touched my body, I thought about Marcus and Ryan. How much rougher they had been. How much deeper they had gone. How they had left me shaking, breathless, and feeling so full. The hunger only got worse. On Thursday David left for a late shift. He would be gone until after midnight. I was alone in the house. I told myself I would take a bath and go to bed early. Instead I sat on the couch in a short dress with nothing underneath, staring at my phone. My phone lit up with a new notification. “You alone?” I stared at the message for a long time before I answered. “Yes.” Twenty minutes later, he arrived at my door. He didn't smile or say a word. He stepped inside, locked the door behind him, and pushed me against the wall. “I hope that husband of yours is gone,” Marcus said, glancing toward the living room. I d
Caroline I sat on the couch with a glass of wine in my hand, watching three men talk. My husband, David, was laughing at something Marcus said. Marcus was taller, with broad shoulders and dark eyes that seemed to stare at people for too long. Ryan stood beside him. He was quieter, with strong tattooed arms. He didn’t need to say much to make you feel like he was watching you. It was just the four of us that night, hanging out at our place. Nothing special. At least, that was what I kept telling myself. David checked his phone and sighed. “I have to leave. I just got an emergency alert from the hospital. You guys can stay and finish the bottle. I truly apologize.” I looked at him. “Are you sure?” He kissed my cheek. “Yeah. Don’t wait up.” The door closed behind him, and the house suddenly felt different. Marcus leaned back on the couch and looked at me. “Your husband trusts us a lot.” I took a sip of wine. “He should. You two are his best friends.” Ryan spoke in a
Kimberly I stared at him after the last word left his mouth.Silence hung between us. His chest was still rising and falling heavily. Tears sat in his eyes but he looked ready to walk out if I told him to.I stood up.“Sit down,” I ordered.He blinked. “What?”“I said sit the fuck down.”He sat.I walked around the table and stopped right in front of him. “You don’t get to tell me to divorce you. That’s my decision, not yours. And I’m not going anywhere.”His jaw tightened.I kept my voice steady.“You’re right about the money. I spent it. I lived off it. I let you pay my mother’s bills and help me with my loans without asking where the money came from. That’s on me. But you don’t get to stand there and act like you’re the only one who’s been hurting in this marriage.”He opened his mouth, but I raised my hand to stop him.He closed it.“I walked in on you fucking another woman in our bed. That shit still hurts. But I also see what you did. You became someone you never planned to be
Kimberly I lay on the guest bed until the light in the room began to change. The sun sank lower, and the shadows stretched across the wall.I sat up.My phone still displayed the contract page, open to the section about partners. I closed it.I walked out to the hall. The bedroom door was open. My husband was inside. He had put clean sheets on the bed. The windows were open. Fresh air came in. He was folding the old sheets into a bag.He looked up when he heard me. “Hey. Did you rest?”“A little. “The silence helped,” I answered.He tied the bag shut.“I can take these to the laundry room or wash them now, if you like,” he said.When did you start asking my permission before doing the laundry?,” I snapped, face tight.He set the bag by the door. “Are you hungry? It is past lunch.”“Not really. But we should go through the bank stuff. You said we would.”He nodded. “Okay. Let me get my laptop.”We returned to the kitchen table and sat in the same chairs as we had that morning. He open
KimberlyWe sat there for a while, neither of us saying anything.I finally broke the silence. “I need a break from talking. My head is full.”He nodded right away. “Okay. What do you want to do?”“I want to go for a walk. Get some air. You can come, but please, no talking.”He got up like he’d been waiting for me to say it.“I can do that.”We put on our shoes and left the house. The street was quiet, with only a few cars passing by. Across the road, a woman walked her dog. It barked once, and she waved at us. We waved back.We walked side by side, keeping a little distance between us. Ten minutes later, he glanced at me.“Can I talk now?”“Yeah.”“Are you still mad at me?”“Yes. But not as angry as I was last night.”“What can I do to make things better?” he asked.I watched a leaf roll across the sidewalk in the wind.“I want you to always be honest with me. No more secrets.”He nodded. “Okay. No more secrets. I promise.”As we turned the corner, we saw kids playing in the park. Th
Kimberly I watched him finish the last of his sandwich. He chewed slowly, and I waited for him to swallow.“Tell me about the third one,” I said. “Oh, gracious goodness, Kimberly. I thought we were done with this.” He wiped his mouth with a napkin and sighed.“The third one was different. It was the first time they came to our house. You were at your sister’s for the weekend. Remember?.”I nodded. “I remember.”He looked down at his empty plate.“Rina called Thursday night. She said the studio was booked and they needed a real bedroom. She offered an extra five thousand for the location, so I agreed. I changed the sheets, hid your pictures in the drawer, and told myself it was just one more time.”I kept my voice steady. “Who was the woman?”“Her name was Sasha. Tall, quiet. Barely looked at me when she arrived. But once that camera came on, she started making all sorts of noise.”“What did she say?”He paused and looked at me. “Babe, I think this interrogation is getting out of ha
JEZEBEL My phone would not stop blowing up. Missed calls from my uncle. Texts asking where I was. I tried to play it cool when my uncle called again. "Hey, sorry I missed you. I was out late with friends. Is everything okay?"His voice sounded off. "We need to talk, Lila. In person. Come by my p
JEZEBEL “Hey, baby,” Jax said warmly. “Still feeling me from last night?”I smiled, cheeks heating. “Mhm.”“My place tonight, eight o’clock. Marcus will be here. Wear something easy to take off.”My breath caught. “Jax…”“I got you,” he murmured gently. “We’ll go slow, making sure you feel safe an
JEZEBEL "Dinner at my place tonight. Seven sharp. Do not be late." That was all Jax said. No please, no extra words. Just that deep commanding tone even through a message.I spent the rest of the day distracted, shifting in my chair because I was already getting wet thinking about what he had plan
JEZEBEL The next afternoon I could not stop thinking about him. My mind was still aching from the night before. I grabbed the old toolbox my uncle had left at our last family thing and used it as my excuse. I texted Jax quickly. "Hey, dropping off something for uncle at your place. You home?" He







