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My fiancé was balls deep in my best friend.
They hadn’t even had the decency to lock the door. Or use a condom. For the last three months, I had been battling a recurring infection and whenever I brought it up, Liam had the audacity to tell me it was probably a toilet infection. But thankfully I had seen a good gynecologist and was finally free from the infection. I stared at the man who was currently impaling my best friend. This was my fiancé. Our wedding was coming up in a week. The man I had spent the last six years of my life with. We had been high school sweethearts, hopelessly in love and young, and it was only natural for me to say yes when he got on his knees in the presence of friends and family during the last Thanksgiving dinner and asked me to marry him. We had gotten an apartment together and pulled funds together for our wedding. Hell! I had given up so much for this man and this relationship. I didn't deserve this. “Oh yes, Liam. I love it when you stroke me deep.” Madison. My best friend since I was twelve. My instincts were right after all. I had never really trusted her around Liam. I had caught her on several occasions checking him out with lust-filled eyes but I had chalked it down to me being paranoid. Tears ran down my face as my heart clenched in pain. It felt like a dagger was being thrust into it over and over again. “Fuck Madison. You’ve always known how to take me. Even better than Zoe.” Liam groaned as he rammed into Madison who was braced against the wall, heels still on as his hands gripped her ass. This asshole! Even better than Zoe?! I had extended myself for this bastard, trying anything and everything he wanted us to try as long as it wasn’t borderline insane. Fuck I had even let him tie me up while he flogged me and came all over my face. They didn’t notice me by the doorway as I clutched the takeout I had bought from his favorite Thai restaurant just to surprise him. Instead he turned her and pushed her onto the bed, straddling her as he fucked her from behind. “Liammm. Oh Liam I’m about to cum!” The bitch screamed as he spanked her, whispering dirty words to her. “You want to cum baby? Cum all over Daddy’s dick” Liam groaned, his hand going around her neck, choking her. Something inside me cracked as I slumped against the wall, unable to hold myself up any longer. “Wow,” I laughed bitterly.“You disgusting bastards!” They froze instantly. Liam’s head whipped around to stare at me while Madison scrambled to wrap the sheets across her body. “Z-Zoe…” he stammered as he blinked at me in shock “I thought you were flying in tomorrow,” Liam blurted, like that was a reasonable excuse to be fucking another woman. And my best friend at that. Well, I had gotten a job offer from one of the most prestigious tech companies here in New York and I was supposed to go in for the interview in two days. I hadn’t told Liam because I wanted to surprise him. But surprise surprise I am the one being surprised. “That’s the first thing you have to say? After I walk in on this?” My voice breaks. I was on the verge of hysterics. He shook his head as he got off the bed, hurriedly stepping into his boxers. “This is not what you think honey. Please let me explain.” “Not what I think? What else could this possibly be Liam!?” I screamed, a sharp pain piercing through my heart. I walked into the room, fists clenched tight. My whole body vibrated, teeth chattering, heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything else. “You’re cheating on me with my best friend, in the house that we bought to live together?.” I sobbed uncontrollably as my heartbeat slowed down to an erratic beat. I was standing here,thinking of the sacrifices I had made for this relationship. I had given up the tech offer from Boston and this man had the audacity to tell me it wasn't what I thought. What was I to think? My legs shook, threatening to give out under me as I walked further into the room. “I gave up career offers,just so we could start a family together and this is what i get in return?” I sobbed. He stared at me. Like he had lost the ability to speak. “And you!” I screamed as i rounded on Madison,a wave of hatred sweeping through me. “All this while that I complained to you about there being a bit of friction between Liam and i, you were screwing him!?” “Wow. How gullible and stupid must i have looked to you both huh?” Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably as i felt pain like i’ve never felt before. “Oh please,” Madison scoffed,her face transforming from surprise to spite before my very eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t know that Liam has only ever been with you because of your father’s connections.” “Not the time Madison.” Liam snapped at her. I looked between them as a sinking feeling stirred in my stomach. Even bowels could feel the weight of the words that had just hit me. “What the fuck is she on about Liam?” Madison rolled her eyes. “Liam only proposed because he needed you to put in a good word for him to secure a grant from your father.” And just like that, her words hit me like I had been tossed into an ice bath, sending shivers of dread down my spine. I couldn’t believe what Madison was saying—but all of a sudden it made sense. The last six months Liam had grown obsessed with my dad’s approval. Constantly pressing me to show him his ‘business proposal’, always asking if I’d mentioned it during dinner. If I’d talked about “how much potential” it had.” But how do I tell him that I thought his idea was terrible? That the budget didn’t make sense and that his projections were delusional at best? That asking my father for that kind of money for a half-baked dream was like handing a toddler the keys to a Porsche. Suddenly the ring on my finger felt like a shackle. Too heavy. Constricting. Tight. Liam stepped forward reaching for me, panic all over his face. “Baby, she’s twisting things. That’s not what this is.” He rushed out frantically.”I love you, Zoe. Don’t let her poison you against me.” I blinked at him, stunned by the audacity. “You love me!? With your dick up my best friend's cunt?!” My fists clenched , as my whole body vibrated with rage. “And now it’s my fault for being poisoned?” He flinched, as though realizing how stupid he must have sounded. “You’re blowing this out of proportion,” he added sharply, running a hand through his messy hair. “It was just a mistake..We were drunk and—“ “Drunk?” I cut in, laughing maniacally,tears still streaming down my face. “So that’s your excuse for choking her while she screamed Daddy in the bed we picked out together?” I looked between the two of them—him with his wild eyes and half-naked body, her curled under the sheets like a snake that got caught mid-slither and suddenly I didn’t feel like crying anymore. I felt done. “I feel so disgusted that I might throw up all over you right now Liam.” His eyes widened as he stared at me in trepidation. I wrenched off the engagement ring from my finger. A ring I had worn with so much love and pride for the last nine months and tossed it at his feet. “You should call your family and inform them that Madison will be taking my place next week. I am done!” I spat. And with that I turned and walked out the door, dropping the box of takeout and stepping over it as it spilled across the floor. Not sparing a glance back even when Liam’s panicked voice echoed after me “Zoe—Zoe wait!”ZOE’S POV You know that feeling of being watched? The one that makes your skin prickle and your pulse race at the same time? The one that tells you you’re taking a risk… and dares you to take it anyway. That was exactly how i felt as Julian’s words floated into my ears. “Eyes on me, baby. Don't fret about them down there. Let them watch if they want.” His voice was a command, deep and intoxicating, and it made my pussy throb with need. The dominance in his tone, the way he took control—it was exactly what I craved, that thrill of being exposed, of being his to command in front of the whole damn city. He bit my earlobe and continued whispering. “They won’t see your face.But honey,with the way i intend to fuck you,anyone watching would sure wish it was them.” My eyelids fluttered close as the images came alive in my head. I couldn’t help the moan that slipped past my lips. I turned back to him, nodding, my breath coming in short pants. He didn't waste time shoving m
ZOE’S POV The elevator hummed softly as it began its slow ascent. The walls were mirrored on three sides, polished to a shine that reflected us from every angle. The ride was charged with unspoken words. I stood next to him with my overnight bag at my feet, trying very hard not to stare. Being with him in the elevator reminded me of the first night we had met. That reckless shameless version of me who had leaned casually against mirrored walls and flirted with him as we went up to the hotel room. Back then, I hadn’t known who he was. Or what he was capable of. Back then, I’d been playing with fire without realizing the flames were real. Now? Now I knew exactly what he could do to me with just a touch. Julian’s phone vibrated softly in his hand. “Wolfe,” he answered, his voice shifting into something smooth and commanding. “Yes, Senator.” He paced once across the narrow space, his reflection multiplying in the mirrors. He looked calm,contro
ZOE’S POV I wriggled out of Julian’s arms and jumped to the floor, my heart still pounding as I scrambled into my shorts. I then heard the familiar voice of Old Mrs O’neil floating through the door, followed by another faint knock. “Zoe? Zoe dear, are you in there?” I glanced at Julian, startled by how fast he’d already pulled himself together. He was in his briefs and pants, calmly buttoning his shirt like we hadn’t just been wrapped around each other seconds ago. “Are you expecting someone?” he asked as his eyes met mine. I could see the look of displeasure on his face and hear the irritation in his voice. “That's my neighbor,” I said, fumbling with the button on my shorts. My fingers were still trembling. “I’m sorry. Let me see what she wants.” Mrs. O’Neil stood there clutching her cardigan—and beside her was Patrick. My stomach dropped. “Oh, my dear girl,” she rushed out, grabbing my arm. “Are you alright? I came over to speak with you and then this scary man
JULIAN’S POV Without hesitation, she stood on her tiptoes and reached for me. When her lips met mine, it was like a light switch flipped, and everything in the room became hot…. She didn’t stop for breath, her hands kept fisting the front of my shirt and yanking me closer, like she’d been holding back the same hunger I’d been choking down for days. I groaned into her mouth, inhaling the faint smell of lavender perfume she had all over her. My hands found her waist, and my thumbs began digging into the soft dip above her hips, pulling her tight against me so she could feel exactly what she was doing to me. “Julian,” she whispered, her voice wrecked already, “don’t stop.” “Wasn’t planning to,” I muttered. I walked her backward until her spine hit the wall beside the staircase, the plaster making her arch into me. I slid one hand up under her shirt, my palm was flat against the warmth of her stomach, feeling the quick rise and fall of her ribs. She shivered when my fingers
JULIAN’S POV The moment I exited the jet, I strode to my waiting car as Patrick held the back door open. “Welcome back to New York Sir.” he greeted. “Thank you Patrick,” I responded as I slipped into the car, took off my jacket, and settled into the seat. “Where to Sir?” he asked, his eyes locking with mine through the rearview mirror. “Upper West Side. Miss Monroe's house.” He nodded as he put the car in drive. My trip to Scotland had been a success, having closed more deals and put more plans in motion than I had set out to do. The only downside was that phone call that had left me antsy. I hadn't heard that voice or seen that face in years and the moment I heard it,my jaw had locked. Years of buried violence shifted under my skin, restless. Men like him didn’t resurface for small reasons. I needed to see Zoe. I told myself I was just checking on her, making sure she was okay. But it was more than that. She was mine, and I didn’t like not knowing what state
JULIAN’S POV I couldn’t remember the last time I’d apologized to anyone. It was a humbling realization that settled on me as I drove away from Zoe’s house, the city sliding past my windshield in streaks of gray and gold. It wasn’t that I thought I was always right. It was that I’d learned early on that apologies didn’t fix anything. They didn’t undo the damage. They didn’t rewrite outcomes. In my world, you corrected your mistakes with action, not words. And yet, I had stood in front of her, watched her fists clench at her sides, seen the disappointment shining behind her eyes— And I had said I’m sorry. Not strategically or as a means to sweep the issue aside as soon as I could. I’d meant it. That was what unsettled me. These last couple of weeks with Zoe have shown me a different side of myself. A side I never let out. I exhaled slowly, tightening my grip on the steering wheel. Most women learnt to move around my silences. They adapt themselves to my moods, t







