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 Finding Troy

Author: Jenne Lopes
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-23 21:01:27

Maya

The elevator in Troy's building was one of those ancient cage contraptions that wheezed and groaned like it was personally offended by our presence. The four of us barely fit, and I found myself pressed against the back wall, breathing in a nauseating cocktail of someone's leftover curry and industrial cleaner that made my empty stomach lurch.

"He's probably just sleeping it off," Olivia said for the third time, but there was something brittle in her voice now. Like she was trying to convince herself as much as the rest of us.

Sarah shifted beside me, and I caught her eyeing the building's questionable aesthetic choices with that polite judgment she'd perfected during her years in Parisian galleries. Alex checked his phone again—when had I started noticing every small gesture he made?—and the soft glow of the screen high

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    MayaThe elevator in Troy's building was one of those ancient cage contraptions that wheezed and groaned like it was personally offended by our presence. The four of us barely fit, and I found myself pressed against the back wall, breathing in a nauseating cocktail of someone's leftover curry and industrial cleaner that made my empty stomach lurch."He's probably just sleeping it off," Olivia said for the third time, but there was something brittle in her voice now. Like she was trying to convince herself as much as the rest of us.Sarah shifted beside me, and I caught her eyeing the building's questionable aesthetic choices with that polite judgment she'd perfected during her years in Parisian galleries. Alex checked his phone again—when had I started noticing every small gesture he made?—and the soft glow of the screen high

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Miguel Lupe

    DanielI pulled open the folder, expecting another batch of surveillance photos or financial documents. Instead, a family picture slid out and landed on my lap—husband and wife, the woman holding a small boy, all three smiling at the camera. Standard family portrait, nothing remarkable about it."What exactly am I looking at?" I asked, turning the photo over in my hands."Turn it over," Harrison said, glancing at me in the rearview mirror with that smug expression I was beginning to hate.I flipped the photo. On the back, someone had scribbled a single name in faded ink: Lupe."Lupe," I said aloud, frowning. "Should that mean something to me?"

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Outside

    FionaThe morning air tasted like freedom, or at least what I imagined freedom should taste like. Sharp, clean, nothing like the recycled institutional air I'd been breathing for weeks. I leaned against Harrison's car—some beat-up sedan that looked like it had seen better decades—and watched the facility's entrance like I was waiting for Christmas morning.Harrison sat behind the wheel, window down, one arm draped casually over the door. He'd been chain-smoking since we got here twenty minutes ago, dropping butts on the asphalt like he owned the place."You're gonna wear a hole in that concrete," he said, not looking at me. "Pacing like a caged animal.""I'm not pacing." But I was. Had been since we pulled up. Back and forth, three steps each direction, my heels clicking against the pavement in a nervous rhythm I couldn't seem to stop."Sure you're not." He took another drag, exhaled slowly. "When's the last time you ate anything?"I ignored the question. The last thing I wanted was H

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Troy’s Hand

    We passed through the reception area into the open office space behind it. Six or seven desks arranged in a loose circle, most clean except for computers and desk lamps. Troy's station was obvious even to me—a chaotic pile of sketches and magazines, coffee cups with varying levels of science experiments growing in them, and those ridiculous tiny cacti he collected. His computer screen glowed with swirling geometric patterns, the kind of screensaver that triggers migraines."Jesus, his desk is a hazmat zone," I muttered, picking up a coffee cup with something fuzzy and blue around the rim. "How does he work like this?"Maya ignored me, leaning over to wiggle his mouse. The screen blinked to life, showing some spreadsheet with endless columns of numbers. I looked away, not wanting to snoop, but also not really interested in budget data. My eyes caught on a

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   His Father’s Son

    AlexThe car still smelled faintly of Maya's perfume from this morning. That was the stupid thing I kept fixating on while driving—this lingering jasmine scent that reminded me of her naked against the shower wall, my fingers inside her, the way she'd come with her forehead pressed against the tile. All while pretending now that we were just business associates or whatever the fuck we were. The ghost of her moans hanging between us while actual conversation remained impossible.I flexed my fingers on the steering wheel, too tight then too loose, a nervous habit I thought I'd beaten years ago. Maya sat beside me, tapping at her phone, the blue light making her skin look alien. Checking for messages from Troy, most likely. Still nothing, judging by the way she kept swiping, reopening the same apps like something might magically appear."Still nothing from Troy?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Sometimes I asked questions just to feel like I was doing something. Anything.Maya shook

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    Maya"No." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know."A knock on the doorframe made us both turn. Sarah leaned against it, arms crossed."You two planning to rejoin civilization? The food's getting cold and Olivia's starting to look like she might actually die."I glanced at Alex, who gave a slight shake of his head. But Sarah was too observant to miss the tension."What's wrong?" she asked, straightening up.We didn't answer right away, just looked at each other in that silent "who's going to say it" standoff. Sarah's eyes narrowed."Seriously, what the fuck is going on?" she demanded."Daniel's been released," Alex and I said almost in unison as we walked back into the kitchen."What?" Olivia's head shot up from where she'd been cradling it in her hands. She immediately winced at her own sudden movement."Shit," Sarah breathed."Your crazy ex is back on the streets?" Sarah looked at me, her expression unreadable. "What do you want to do?"What could I do? That was the

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   The Goat has been Released.

    MayaOlivia's eyes locked with Alex's, and something passed between them that I couldn't read. The kitchen went completely silent. Even Sarah stopped fidgeting with the food.Then Olivia's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "With all due respect, Mr. Thorne," she said, her voice professional despite the rasp, "I believe your sister's apartment falls outside Thorne Designs' corporate jurisdiction."A beat passed. Then Alex laughed, the tension dissolving instantly."Touché." He nodded, looking more impressed than offended. "Though technically, it's my apartment.""Technically," Sarah piped in, "it's our parents' apartment that they let you use because they hate t

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   I’m Your Boss

    Maya"I have clothes," I'd protested when Alex started rummaging through his dresser after our shower.He'd given me a look that somehow managed to be both amused and judgmental. "You want to put your sex-stained suit back on?"He had a point. The thought of sliding back into those clothes made me cringe. The blouse was wrinkled beyond salvation, and my pants probably smelled like sex and club smoke. Not exactly breakfast-with-his-sister attire.So here I was, padding down the hallway in Alex's faded Columbia t-shirt that hung to mid-thigh and a pair of his boxers that I'd had to roll at the waist three times to keep them from sliding off. I felt ridiculous, like a kid playing dress-up. But it was this or naked, and I'd hit my nudity quota for the day.

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Boundaries

    His fingers traced the curve of my ribs, my waist, my hips, leaving trails of soap and goosebumps in their wake. Every touch was careful, precise, like he was cataloging each response, learning my body in a new way."You have the most incredible skin," he murmured, his voice almost drowned out by the shower.I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to press against him, to demand more direct contact. But something in me wanted to see where this was going, to let him maintain control of whatever game we were playing.He reached for another bottle—shampoo, apparently—and gestured for me to tilt my head back into the spray. I complied, closing my eyes as water sluiced over my hair.His fingers worked through the strands, massaging my scalp with just the right amount

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