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055: Stalking? I wouldn't call it that.
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Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 058: Survival mission
~~PEYTON~~“We are running late, Ralph. What's taking you so long?!” Natalie’s voice rings from the phone, so agitating that Raphael had to pull the phone away from his ear.Still focusing on the road, he tosses the phone over to me, who's seated right beside him in the front seat. Like a few inches away. So close. Like it's normal.Why?Yeah, I know you might be wondering how on earth I'm in a car with Raphael after ditching our 'sex escapade' and why Natalie is yelling on the phone like a pregnant banshee.Well, it’s not what you think. We are not together; no way in Hell will I fall into this temptation of sleeping with him after finally finding a man who will love and cherish me, making me feel special and seen. Raphael is like the devil's blueprint for me to screw up and lose my man.No frigging way!After I sent Raphael that "Fuck you," my plan was very simple: Defiance. Freedom. Victory over the temptation. I'd show up at the office, do my job perfectly, and force him to fire m
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 057: Fuck you
~~PEYTON~~I feel my heart breaking into pieces. It's not just about the words. It's his voice, his eyes—the cold, dead disappointment in them is worse than any fury. The man who had once looked at me like I was his prized possession was now looking at me like I was something disgusting stuck to the bottom of his shoe.“Axel, I'm… I'm sorry…” I try to step toward him, but Raphael’s hand shoots out and clamps onto my arm, pulling me back against his chest.“Get your hands off her, Raphael!” Axel roars, finally losing his terrifying control. He lunges, not with a plan, but with blind, destructive rage.Raphael, a head taller and with the sudden advantage of surprise, shoves me violently aside, sending me stumbling to the floor. He meets Axel’s charge head-on.The sound of their collision is brutal—a grunt of pain, the muffled thud of muscle hitting muscle. They crash against the wall beside the door, fighting silently, viciously; each blow is like a hammer on my head.I can't take it. I
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 056: Why are you here?
~~PEYTON~~I pull up to the hotel at 9:58 PM. I'm wearing the black silk slip dress I bought years ago and never had the courage to wear. It is flimsy, sleeveless, and barely reaching my thighs. Beneath it, nothing. I obeyed the last, most humiliating part of his command. Why I did that? I do not know. At the reception desk, a discreet man in a dark suit is already waiting. He doesn't ask my name; he simply meets my eyes, gives a small nod, and gestures toward the private elevators. "He's expecting you," the escort murmurs, leading me into the elevator reserved for the suites.The ride to the top is agonizingly slow. I use the mirrored wall of the elevator to check my reflection. My eyes are too bright, my lips cherry red with makeup. I don't want to look too desperate; I look like a woman on the edge of a cliff. Only that I'm jumping with a backflip. Stupid. Reckless. Why am I even doing this?When the doors open, they reveal a wide, dimly lit private hallway leading to a massiv
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 055: Stalking? I wouldn't call it that.
~~PEYTON~~Raphael: “Meet me at the *******Hotel tomorrow at 10 PM. Don't be late. And if possible, come without underwear and a bra.”“Who are you texting?”“No one.” I quickly slam the phone against my thigh, eyes wide at Axel as he looks at me suspiciously. He's visiting late; it's currently 9 PM, and he's been here since 8 PM. I've been racking my brains, thinking of tricks, lies, and performances to make him leave. Everything I think of ends up dying in my mind. Because this is Axel. “Really, no one?" he asks. He doesn't move, just watches me with those sharp, perceptive eyes. "You were biting your lips, and you practically assaulted your phone trying to hide it. A work crisis? Is your ruthless boss demanding you rewrite a five-hundred-page report by midnight?"I force a laugh, trying to keep it light. "Oh, you know Raphael. He's always unreasonable. Just a late-night email—you wouldn't want to know." I slip the phone under the cushion of the sofa, out of sight. The message, h
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 054: Assurance
~~PEYTON~~“I...I...“ “Don't stutter.” He says, eyes narrow at me, driving every inch of my face to make it terribly hard to speak. His gaze is restricting, confining. Locking me in. I can't say no, yet I'm hesitant about saying yes. I shouldn't say yes, or no either.God, this is so difficult.I inhale a sharp breath, then bite my lips. I swallow. My core is throbbing, my body feels hot. Stupidity hits, and sneaking a glimpse at that thing hard under his pants is only making it worse.He pulls back only a little, fist resting on the table. “You have a minute to think this through and give an answer. If you say no, I'll walk out of here and fire you.“My eyes snap wide. “What?““Yes.” He confirms. “'Cause I can't keep getting tempted by this face every damn morning…” “You’re blackmailing me,” I whisper, the truth a bitter pill. I flatten my hands against the cool table, desperately needing something solid to hold onto."I’m offering you a choice, Peyton," he counters, but his voice
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 053: How we continue depends on your answer
~~PEYTON~~My back is slammed against the wall as Raphael's heavy frame towers over me. He is so close, so fucking close that I can feel the heat radiating off him, the anger, and something else I don't want to name. His hand is still clamped around my wrist, the grip tight enough to prevent escape but not yet painful. He doesn't need to hurt me to dominate the space."You called me a chameleon," he states, his voice vibrating against my ear. "You think you can sneak an insult, break my concentration, and then run back to your desk like a child who rang a doorbell and sprinted away?""I was leaving," I whisper. "I have a job to do. You told me to get busy.""I told you to close the door," he corrects, his face dropping lower, forcing my eyes to meet his. "And then you chose to play one last, petty game. You little bitch."He releases my wrist only to hook my arm against the wall above my head—the same physically confining move Axel uses on me, but this time, the intention feels far m
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