LOGINThe rain had transformed the city into a watercolor of blurred lights and indistinct shadows. Beyond the floor to ceiling windows of Suite 1804, buildings vanished behind a relentless grey curtain, their illuminated windows flickering like distant stars struggling to survive the storm. For the first time in years, Julian had nothing left to prove. Or so he wanted to believe. He lay against the dark silk pillows, his breathing uneven, his body exhausted from the emotional intensity of the evening. Marc remained close behind him, one strong arm resting securely around his waist his presence as solid and unyielding as a wall against the chaos outside. Marc had always possessed that particular talent: making a room feel smaller simply by entering it. He was broad shouldered, self-assured, and infuriatingly perceptive. He noticed the things Julian tried hardest to conceal, from the tension in his jaw to the restless movement of his fingers whenever someone mentioned the future. E
The rain had started sometime around two in the morning, streaking the floor to ceiling windows of Suite 1804 with long, shimmering rivers. Beyond the glass, the city had dissolved into a blur of gold and blue, its familiar skyline swallowed by the storm. The streets below were nearly empty, the restless world reduced to distant headlights and the occasional flash of lightning. They had returned from The Obsidian in the dead of night, slipping through the private garage entrance without encountering a single soul. No reporters, no colleagues, no curious strangers. Just the three of them, disappearing into the penthouse as though they had crossed some invisible boundary between the lives they once knew and the one they had chosen. Now, in the pale blue-grey light of Sunday morning, Julian lay sprawled across the center of the enormous king-sized bed, surrounded by dark silk sheets that had twisted into untidy folds during the night. His hair was a mess, his skin warm, and his body
The heavy drawer clicked shut, trapping the buzzing smartphone in darkness and severing the final tether connecting Julian to the life he had spent a decade building. For several seconds, he couldn’t move. The silence in the back office felt heavier than the noise outside. Beneath the floorboards, the distant bass of The Obsidian continued to pulse, accompanied by the occasional muffled voice from the corridor. Yet everything inside the room seemed suspended, as though the world itself were waiting to see whether Julian would regret what he had done. His chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven breaths. Three sentences. That was all it had taken to dismantle ten years of ambition. He had walked away from the company, the carefully cultivated reputation, the expensive suits, and the future his family had spent years planning for him. He had abandoned the security of a familiar name and the comfortable lie that he could continue living two separate lives without eventually destroying h
The heavy oak door of the back office muffled the rhythmic thrum of The Obsidian’s main floor, locking out the night and trapping them in a haze of amber light and lingering heat. Julian leaned back against the edge of the heavy mahogany desk, his chest rising and falling unevenly. His charcoal shirt hung unbuttoned and rumpled; the crisp, untouchable facade he usually projected was thoroughly dismantled. For seventy-two hours, he had forgotten how to be Julian Mercer the ruthless senior executive who could dismantle a multimillion-dollar deal with three quiet sentences and sleep like a baby after. For seventy two hours, he had simply been Julian. And he wasn’t sure whether that terrified him or made him feel truly alive for the first time in his life. Beside him, Marc leaned back, slowly swirling two fingers in a lowball glass. His broad hand rested lazily against Julian’s knee, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles against the fabric of his trousers. Across the room, Leo st
The subterranean entrance to The Obsidian was hidden at the end of a narrow alleyway, three blocks away from the hotel. To an unsuspecting passerby, it looked like nothing more than a service entrance, marked by a reinforced steel door and a discreet security camera mounted above a private keypad. There were no signs, no advertisements, and certainly no indication that one of the city’s most exclusive underground lounges lay beneath the ordinary-looking street. Leo entered the access code without breaking stride. The lock clicked, and the door swung inward. Beyond it, a narrow concrete staircase descended into the earth. The deeper they went, the louder the music became. Heavy bass rolled through the walls, vibrating beneath Julian’s shoes and sending a strange, restless energy through his body. The air grew warmer with every step, carrying the faint scent of expensive liquor, polished wood, and the unmistakable excitement of a crowded nightlife venue. Julian walked between the tw
The oppressive heat of late Saturday afternoon settled over the glass-walled balcony of Suite 1804. Below, traffic moved through the streets in endless streams, its distant roar blending with the warm breeze that carried the scent of hot asphalt and an approaching storm. Behind Julian, the master suite remained cool and quiet, offering a sharp contrast to the restless city. Julian stood beside the glass railing in black trousers and an unbuttoned white shirt. His hair was scattered, his face still flushed, and his body carried the exhaustion of forty-eight hours spent almost entirely with Marc and Leo. A crystal tumbler of amber whiskey rested in his hand, its melting ice clinking whenever his fingers shifted. He wasn’t afraid. He was simply exhausted, and the unfamiliar freedom of the weekend had left him questioning himself. For two days, he had ignored emails, meetings, and responsibilities. Nobody had demanded his attention or expected him to solve a problem. He should have be
KIARA POV“Really? I’d like to see how that happens,” I muttered as I stepped out of the elevator, my lips curling slightly. I pushed my office door open and walked in, my shoulders dropping as I exhaled deeply. I sank into my chair, the leather creaking softly beneath me, and pulled my laptop from
KIARA POV“Fuck… kiev, please fuck me, baby,” I heard a moaning voice as I stepped out of my room, the cool air brushing against my skin. I already knew my brother was back from work and had brought his usual one-day girlfriend, someone he’d use and then send away. My jaw tightened slightly.I walk
ELLA POV“Fuck… I’m fucking close,"My voice came out shaky. I lifted my hips, pushing myself against his mouth while my fingers tightened in his hair.His tongue flicked faster over the sensitive spot and a sharp gasp escaped me. My hands slid over the table as my body trembled.“Your fucking juic
ANNIE'S POV“Ohh… fuck me like this, pussy belongs to you,” I moaned, my back arched on the soft bed. Damien thrust into my wet, slimy pussy as his cock hit the walls of my stretched vagina.“I’m going to make you choke on my name.” Adrian plunged his cock into my mouth and rammed it in and out. I







