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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 I swallowed the lump in my throat, anticipation building in my chest and then I felt him at my entrance as he dragged his co.ck head from the top of my clit to the bottom, once and then again, and again. I’m about to scream at him to stop teasing and just fu.ck me when he pushed in, filling me with one smooth stroke. A high-pitched scream slipped past my lips, my eyes closing as I adjusted to the incredible stretch, my body squeezing around him. “Fu.ck.” he cursed, his body going completely still as he gave me time to adjust to his size. A few seconds later, he pulled out and slammed into me again, the motion pushing me up the bed. “Yes! Just like that.” I moaned. My God. The feel of Julian in me without any barrier felt so fucking good and I knew in that moment that I was about to become an addict. He began to fu.ck me, his strokes powerful and wild. I felt his hands on my hips, guiding me, controlling my movements. "You feel so good, Zoe. So tight,
ZOE’S POV I waited, my breath caught between need and anticipation for the punishment I was sure would follow but nothing happened. Instead, I felt him pull out the vibrator leaving me empty and aching as his hand moved to the restraints, freeing me. He lifted me from the chair as if I weighed nothing, his hazel green eyes never leaving mine as he carried me gently to the bed. "You did good, Kitten,” he said, spreading my thighs with deliberate care. “With time you’ll do even better." His fingers trailed down my body, slow and possessive while he looked down at me like he was starving and I was the only meal available within miles. "Now, let's see how well you take my tongue and then my co.ck." He stepped back just long enough for me to feel the loss, his gaze never leaving mine. “ I'm pleased you finally got your test results," he said, his voice soft now, a contrast to his earlier tone. “ I’ve been thinking about how your bare pu.ssy would feel around me.” My pu.ssy tw
ZOE’S POV I whirled around to face him, my heart rate picking up. He removed his mask and set it aside, watching me the entire time. “Yours stays on,” he said calmly. “I like the way you look right now.” My stomach flipped, butterflies erupting in a million directions. "Take off your clothes, Zoe. I want to see you in the lingerie I bought for you." His command is delivered with a seductive edge, his voice sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I stand before him, my movements slow and sensual as I carefully take off my dress. Underneath it was the black lingerie which exposed more than it covered. My skin and curves are on display but instead of feeling vulnerable, I feel empowered, knowing I'm offering myself to him, my body a canvas for his desires. His gaze roamed over my body, his desire palpable. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You look beautiful, Zoe. So willing, so ready." His fingers trailed down my arm, heating me up. I cou
ZOE’S POV Jealousy is a tricky thing, it sneaks up on you when you least expect it or are prepared for it. It doesn't ask permission when it slices through your chest and settles somewhere low and ugly. The woman before us is beautiful in a way that tells me that she puts in a lot of effort to look that way. The light catches her cheekbones, hinting at the fact that they had been enhanced, her body angled in a way that accentuates her curves. “Hello Julian,” she said with a flirty smile and the feeling in my chest twists even more. “Kimberly,” he responded with a slight tilt of his lip. “How are you?” It's obvious that they are familiar with each other. “I’m great. You?” “Awesome. Thanks. How's your business coming along?” Her smile widened as she flashed her pearly whites at him. “Business is thriving Julian, I appreciate all the assistance you rendered." “You don't have to thank me, it was all you. I’m proud of you,” he responded. The fake smile I had on sli
ZOE’S POV “Hi,” I whispered, my eyes searching his. We had dressed in separate rooms even though we had arrived together. “Nervous?” he asked softly as he raised my hand to his lips and placed a ki.ss on it. I nodded. “A little. A lot. This feels… big, I’ve never been on anything like it.” My eyes took Julian in. He looked good, completely unbothered by the elegance surrounding us, as if black-tie rules were merely suggestions he’d already decided not to follow. He wore a deep charcoal velvet blazer that caught the light when he moved, soft but unmistakably expensive. Underneath, his shirt was black—unbuttoned just enough to show a sliver of skin and the dark ink peeking from his chest, disappearing beneath the fabric. His dark hair fell across his forehead in that careless way it always did, like it never stayed put for long because he was constantly running his hand through it—restless, distracted, too alive to bother with perfection. His shoulders filled out the jac
ZOE’S POV “My fear is that things are moving way too fast,” I groaned, shoving another folded top into my tote bag. “Like… if I blink, I’m going to crash straight into a tree.” Lani’s laugh crackled through the phone. “And what if you do? As long as the ride was fun.” I paused, my fingers brushing against the second bag—the one stuffed with lace and silk lingerie and the dress we had gotten from the boutique. “What does that even mean?” I frowned lifting it off the bed. “It means,” she said patiently, “you enjoy sleeping with the man, and he very clearly enjoys sleeping with you. So maybe stop torturing yourself over things you can’t control and deal with what’s actually happening.” Maybe she was right. I was stressing over HR finding out about our affair and the quiet, humiliating fear that in a few weeks, Julian Hart might wake up bored and move on to someone else. “And besides,” Lani added, unapologetic, “who cares if HR finds out you’re being dick.ed down properl







