LOGINCARMEN The room didn't just erupt; it broke into chaos. I watched excitedly as Rhea’s jaw practically hit the floor with a loud thud. Matt literally choked on his bourbon, coughing into his hand. Laura was screaming into a pillow. Derek froze, his eyes widening as he looked from Andy to me.I felt a jolt of adrenaline hit my nervous system. My heart was picking up a wild pace, my skin prickling under the smooth fabric of my dress. I looked at Derek. Yes, he was actually attractive in a rugged, law student who never sleeps kind of way. Strong jaw, dark eyes, and an awfully loud personality that I’d always thought was vibrant and stimulating. "A dare is a dare," I said in a raspy tone.I didn't give myself time to overthink it. I reached for a shot of tequila sitting on the table, slammed the glass against my mouth, and felt the fire burn its way all the way down to my stomach. I stood up, the red silk of my dress hugging my curves in all of the right places. The room went silent,
CARMEN “It's going to be a long night,” Rhea, my best friend since our first year of college, murmured as we walked into the living room. “Oh, I love long nights,” I retorted and she gave me an eye roll. The air was filled with the scent of bourbon, tequila, and the kind of desperation that only comes after three years of experiential learning in the most prestigious Yale law school. We had finally finished the bar exam. The weight of the world—or at least the weight of the civil procedure and torts—had been lifted off our shoulders, and we were currently trying to have a night of fun. The group was small but loud. There was Laura, who was already three sheets to the wind; Matt, Derek, and of course, the orchestrator— Andy. We were all soon to be called to the bar, but tonight, we were just a pack of twenty-something year olds looking forward to enjoying our evening. And with the mood in the air, it was guaranteed I'd be having a good evening. I sat down on a sofa, feeling my d
SERENITY The morning light was like a sharp blade cutting through the curtains of the room. I blinked, my eyelids feeling like they were glued shut with sleep and something heavier—exhaustion. My head throbbed with a dull, heavy ache that timed itself to the pulsing between my thighs. I shifted, and a sharp sting of soreness shot out from my hips. It all came rushing back in a violent flood. Last night. Mark. The last thing I remembered was the ceiling of that club room spinning as Mark arched over me, his face a mask of dark triumph as he emptied himself inside me. I must have blacked out. The intensity of it, the emotional and physical wreckage of having my ex-husband reclaim me like an unpaid debt, had simply flicked the switch in my brain. I realized with a start that I wasn't in the club. I was in my own bed, under my own duvet. I instinctively snatched the covers back, my heart hammering against my ribs in panic. I wasn't naked. Someone had dressed me in my lacy bla
SERENITY The steam was still clinging to my skin, thick and smelling of lavender, as I stepped out of the walk-in shower. I wrapped a towel around my hair and another around my body, shivering slightly as the chill of my Upper West Side apartment hit me. I reached for my phone on the vanity. The screen lit up with a notification from Dirty Linens—the high-end escort app I’d been using to pay for this lifestyle since the divorce papers were finalized a year ago. New Booking: 10:00 PM. Location: The Obsidian, Vault Room 4. I sighed, leaning against the cold marble of the sink. 10:00 PM gave me exactly two hours. Most people in Manhattan were winding down at that hour, but for a girl like me, the workday was just beginning. I looked at my reflection, tracing the sharp line of my collarbone. A year ago, I was a housewife, waiting for a husband who was always halfway across the world in London or Tokyo. Now, I was a five-star rated fantasy, a ghost in the underground of the city.
JUANITA The air in his office had turned into something thick and suffocating, like the atmosphere right before a summer storm. I was still on my knees, my palms flat against the cold, thin carpet, looking up at him while my heart hammered an uneven rhythm against my ribs. He didn't say any more words. He just reached down, his long, elegant fingers catching his cock as he freed himself. I stopped breathing. He was...huge! Magnificent. There was no other word for it. He was long, thick, and perfectly shaped, with a sleekness that made it looked like it had been carved from the same porcelain as his skin. The cap was a deep, healthy pink, glistening with a tiny bead of anticipation at the very tip. It was the most intimidating thing I had ever seen, and yet, a traitorous heat started to pool in my lower belly. Julian Lee smirked down at me, his narrow eyes dark with a look of pure, unadulterated power. He wrapped his hand around the base of his length and gave it a slow,
JUANITA My stomach had been in knots all morning, my heart repeatedly slamming hard against my ribs, fast and uneven, as if it were trying to warn me to turn around. But I kept walking toward my professor’s office anyway. I hated coming to this part of college. It smelled like bleach and coffee, and right now, it felt like the walls were trying to close in on me and suffocate me. I clutched the strap of my bag so hard the leather was digging into my sweaty palm. I was drowning. That was literally the simplest way to put it. Between the double shifts at the diner, the mounting rent on my studio apartment that smelled like sorrows and cheap desperation, and the crushing weight of college, I was barely keeping my head above water. And then there was Professor Lee’s Economics 301. I’d missed three weeks of lectures and, most importantly, the mid-term test. "Please don't let him be in a dickish mood," I murmured to the empty air, though I knew it was a useless prayer. Professor
CREIGHTON The morning sun filtered through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the breakfast nook, casting a bright, cheerful glow that felt entirely at odds with the dark, heavy secret sitting at the table. I sat beside Heather, the smell of her floral shampoo mixing with the aroma of fres
SHEILAThe next morning arrived with a brightness that felt like a personal insult to my exhausted, aching body. I woke up to the sound of Cherry humming while she brushed her hair, and for a terrifying second, I thought I’d dreamt the whole thing. But then I moved, and the soreness between my th
ELENA Suddenly, the thought that someone could look through the windows and find me spread out, dripping with Julian's cum hit me. But it was nothing compared to the icy dread that prickled at the back of my neck. Julian was already at the sink in the far corner of the hall, calmly washing his h
ELISE"Bitch, Are you seriously going to sulk forever over a stupid, bottom-feeding boy like Ryan? Because if so, I’m going to need a refund on this friendship," I snapped, yanking Marie’s hand toward the red and blue neon drenched entrance of The 21st Club. It was easily one of the bubbliest clubs







