LOGINThe sound of my door bursting open with a loud creak woke me from my sleep.There, standing at the entrance—Emily.She marched straight in, her heels clicking sharply against my floor.“Marcus!” she yelled, this time standing at the foot of my bed.I blinked against the morning light that streamed through the half drawn curtains, my head still foggy from too little sleep. I rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of the sudden intrusion.Emily stood there with her arms crossed, dressed in a crisp white blouse and tailored trousers, looking every bit the woman who expected the world to rearrange itself for her.Perfect hair. Perfect posture. Like she had stepped out of a photoshoot instead of into someone else’s room.She didn’t waste time with pleasantries.“I need you to haul some decor to the wedding venue,” she said, her tone leaving no room for discussion.I blinked at her, unimpressed, dragging a hand down my face.“Emily, I have plans. I need to meet up with Merlina and also have
Marcus You shouldn’t have taken that,” he repeated, his voice low and rough—like gravel crushed under boots.His gaze flicked once more to the empty wine glass on the table before settling back on me.“You really thought you could just walk away… even after I told you not to leave?”“I—I didn’t feel good,” I stammered, my voice unsteady. “I couldn’t wait anymore… and you were busy with your fiancée.”Ethan closed the remaining distance in one smooth deliberate step, his chest brushing mine smooth and warm cutting through the cool night air, wrapping around me.A soft laugh slipped from him—quiet, almost amused—and it scraped against my nerves. Nothing about this was funny.His hand came up suddenly, fingers gripping my jaw with firm possession as he tilted my face up to his. His grip wasn’t harsh but it wasn’t gentle either. Controlling. Certain.His thumb dragged slowly across my lower lip.“Jealous?” he asked.His eyes held mine, unblinking, intense enough to pin me in place.I wan
MarcusI stood frozen in place, my body locked in disbelief. Why the hell did Jake have to be everywhere I went? I could feel the annoyance boiling up inside me—hot and vicious.“Why the hell did you keep following me around?” For the first time, I spoke without fear, locking eyes with him in a hard stare.“You knew damn well he was getting married to Emily, right?” Jake closed the distance with slow, aggressive steps until he stopped inches from my face, his voice low and venomous. “Why the hell were you trying to wreck this for her, Marcus?”“What were you even talking about?” I snapped, turning my back on him.“I wouldn’t let you ruin things for Emily,” he growled. “Not on my watch.”I whipped around, annoyance exploding into raw anger. “And who the hell were you to decide anything for Emily, huh?”“I protected the people I loved,” he shot back, eyes narrowing. “And Emily was one of them.”I let out a harsh, mocking laugh right in his face. “Protect the people you loved? That was r
The door to the private suite had barely clicked shut before Xavier pushed me against it, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that made my knees weak. I moaned into the kiss, months of aching frustration spilling out of me in desperate, needy sounds. Ethan had never touched me like this. No one had. Not since Xavier.He didn’t bother with slow seduction. His hands tore my robe open, fingers hooking into my soaked lace panties and ripping them down my thighs. I kicked them off frantically, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled against my neck as two thick fingers slid through my folds, coating themselves in my slick arousal. ‘Did he starve you so long” a smile spread across his face He pushed them inside me without warning, curling hard against that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.I cried out, my head falling back against the door with a thud. “Xavier… oh God…”He pumped his fingers faster, his thumb circling my swollen clit wi
EMILY Three hours earlier “Girl, you should dump him,” Alexia muttered, swirling her wine glass with a frown. I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “Dump him? That’s not happening. He literally funds my lifestyle and you know I wouldn’t let that opportunity go.” “I don’t think it’s worth it, if you ask me,” she added almost immediately, her voice laced with disapproval. “I would have listened to you if you had suggested this months ago, not three days before my wedding.” “Girl, you were madly in love back then. Nothing would have changed your mind.” “Yeah, yeah, you win.” I sipped my wine, the rich red liquid warming my throat but doing little to ease the restless heat building inside me. For someone who had always dreamed of a wild bachelorette party, I felt strangely detached. The music pulsed around us, laughter echoed from nearby tables, yet my mind kept drifting to darker, more forbidden thoughts, being thrown into different positions, drunk and overwhelmed until I c
Marcus's POVThe bachelor party was the next day, a promise of chaos wrapped in neon and bass.Emily had insisted on separate celebrations… “girls’ night out, boys do boys’ things.”But Ethan had vetoed anything too wild. No strippers. No blackout-level debauchery. Just a private rooftop lounge downtown brodered sleek glass railings the caught city's lights. Low leather booths, servers in expensive tuxedo's, and a DJ spinning deep house that vibrated through your bones.The venue was one of his offshore buildings. Or one he was planning on buying soon. I couldn't really remember.I arrived and blamed traffic… leaving out the part where I’d spent an hour staring at my reflection trying to look like I wasn’t unraveling.Black button-down, sleeves rolled, dark jeans that hugged just right. It wasn't anything flashy. Fit the dress code on the invitation just right as well.All I had to do was steer clear of him the entire night.But the moment I stepped out of the elevator, I felt him.Et







