FAZER LOGIN◆◆◆ Chapter 5 ◆◆◆~ Anne McGiver ~My heart started racing, pulse thudding between my legs.“What is it?” Mia asked, trying to peek over my shoulder.I showed her the mask and the invitation, my hands trembling slightly.“It’s probably from a desperate fan”I was still looking at it, already imagining the fun things I could do there.“You’re not going to go, are you?” she asked carefully.I should have said no. I didn’t know who sent this. I didn’t know what kind of party this was. It could be anything — a prank, something dangerous, a setup by paparazzi.But as I held the mask up to the light, watching the crystals shimmer, something clicked in my memory.A masked party was one of my fantasies. One of my sexual fantasies with Mr. Romans written in my book of forbidden desires. The kind where everyone’s identity was hidden, where inhibitions disappeared behind beautiful disguises. Mr. Romans would be there, dressed in all black—elegant, mysterious. He wouldn’t know it was me at first
◆◆◆ Chapter 4 ◆◆◆~ Anne McGiver ~~ Two Days Later ~ I had filled fifteen pages. Fifteen pages of detailed, explicit, absolutely filthy things I wanted to do to Mr. Romans and things I wanted him to do to me. Positions: me riding him reverse cowgirl in his office chair, grinding until he was begging; him taking me from behind over the lecture podium, slapping my ass red. Locations: the empty classroom at midnight, the library stacks where anyone could walk in. Scenarios: some tender, like him waking me with his tongue lapping at my folds; some rough, like tying my hands with his tie and face-fucking me until I gagged. All of them completely consuming—ending with him coming inside me, on me, marking me as his. Mia and I walked toward the lecture hall, my heart racing with anticipation, my panties already damp from replaying the entries. “You seem excited,” Mia observed warily. “I have a mission today,” I told her, unable to keep the smile off my face. “Today is the day I make pro
◆◆◆ Chapter 3 ◆◆◆~ Anne McGiver ~I screamed the moment my bedroom door closed behind me.It was not a delicate, feminine sound. It was raw and frustrated and came from somewhere deep in my chest. I threw my bag across the room, watching with grim satisfaction as it hit the wall and my books spilled everywhere.“How dare he!”Mia, who followed me inside, wisely said nothing. She just picked up my scattered belongings while I paced back and forth across my bedroom floor like a caged animal.“Who does he think he is?” I was practically shouting now. “I’m Anna McGiver. Anna McGiver. I’ve been on the cover of Vogue. I have twelve million Instagram followers. Men literally write me love letters and marriage proposals every single day!”“I know, Anna…”“And he just… he just walked away! Like I was nobody. Like I was annoying him. Like I was…” I stopped pacing, pressing my hands to my flushed cheeks. “God, he probably thinks I’m pathetic.”“I don’t think…”“No, he definitely does. Did you s
◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆~ Anne McGiver ~The rest of the class was torture.I was barely registering a single word about cellular respiration or ATP. It was torture because every time I tried to catch Mr. Romans’s eye, he deliberately looked anywhere else. At his slides. At the students raising hands. At the fucking clock on the wall. Anywhere but me.I leaned forward just enough to let the deep V of my blouse gape, offering a deliberate view of the lace edge of my bra and the swell of my breasts. Nothing. I slowly uncrossed and recrossed my legs, letting my skirt ride high enough that the bare skin of my thigh was exposed almost to the crease where it met my hip. Nothing. I dragged my lower lip between my teeth, slow and deliberate — the move that had gotten me three magazine covers and DMs full of marriage proposals and explicit offers. Absolutely fucking nothing.I turned to Mia, seeking validation. “Mia, do I have something on my face?”She whipped around. “What? Where?” she sca
◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆~ Anne McGiver ~Being a celebrity actress sucked about as much as being doused in perfume and left in a room with a swarm of bees. And those bees? They were men.I had them in every caliber imaginable — movie producers with their slimy promises of “private meetings,” co-stars who slid their hands too low during rehearsal kisses, fans who sent me dick pics captioned with marriage proposals. They all wanted to fuck me, worship me, own me. And that was precisely the problem. There was no thrill left in being the prey everyone had already caught. No chase or mystery. Just the same predictable rut where I spread my legs and they came running. I wanted to chase for once. I was so damn tired of being chased.“Anna, they’re ready for you on set.”I glanced up from my phone. Mia, my assistant, hovered with my usual iced oat-milk latte. She was wearing that familiar look — part concern, part exasperation, all professional restraint.“Thanks,” I murmured, taking the cup.
◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆ The moment the elderly couple’s feet touched the pavement and the doors hissed shut, the atmosphere inside the bus changed. Thicker. Hungrier. The engine’s growl felt louder now, more conspiratorial, drowning out everything except the wet sounds their bodies were already making. Victoria was still impaled on him when Adrian finally pulled out…slow, deliberate, letting her feel the obscene drag of every inch. A thick rope of their combined release immediately slid down the inside of her thigh. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness. “On your knees,” he ordered, voice gravel now. “All fours. Right here.” The floor was sticky in places, grit under her palms, but the humiliation only made her clit throb harder. She dropped fast—palms flat against the filthy linoleum, knees spread, ass presented like an offering. Her skirt rode up over her hips on its own; she didn’t bother fixing it. Adrian didn’t waste time. He knelt behind her, one big hand fisting her hair, yank







