LOGINThursday morning felt like walking a tightrope. Emma stood in front of her mirror again, this time in a plain black tank top and her favorite high-waisted jeans—the ones that made her ass look round and her waist soft without trying too hard. No hiding today. Blake had said lunch table, no hiding. Her stomach was in knots anyway.Sarah picked her up, took one look at the outfit, and nodded. “You look hot. Like, ‘I dare you to say shit’ hot. If he chickens out at lunch, I’m spilling his protein shake on his lap.”Emma laughed, but it came out nervous. “He won’t. He kissed my neck in the hall yesterday like he meant it. Small stuff, but… it’s new.”School buzzed the second they walked in. Madison had clearly been busy—fresh Instagram story this morning: a screenshot of Blake’s Rover in the lot with the caption “Some people forget who their real friends are.” Comments were a mess of fire emojis and whale jokes aimed at Emma. She scrolled once, then shoved her phone in her bag.Blake c
Wednesday started with Emma staring at the green sweater in her closet like it was a loaded gun. It was soft, clingy, the kind that dipped low between her breasts and stretched tight across her stomach and hips. Blake had asked for it. She hated how much that made her want to wear it anyway.She pulled it on, paired it with dark jeans that actually fit her ass without pinching, and stood in front of the mirror. The fabric hugged every curve—her full tits, the soft roll at her waist, the wide flare of her hips. Normally she’d layer a jacket to hide. Today she left it off. If he wanted to stare, let him stare.Sarah picked her up at 7:20, took one look, and groaned. “You’re testing him. Either way, I brought backup concealer and my pepper spray keychain. Use both if needed.”Emma laughed, but it felt shaky. “He promised one week.”" Girl, I thought this was a short time hate-pay-back thing? Why are you testing yourself?”" I'm not.”“Girl…” Sarah said, squeezing her knee. “But if he
Tuesday morning poured rain like the sky was pissed at everyone. Emma sat in Sarah’s passenger seat, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, staring at the wipers slapping back and forth. Her thighs still carried faint fingerprint bruises from the equipment shed; every shift in the seat made her remember Blake’s grip.Sarah didn’t even wait for the engine to warm up. “I’m not playing this game anymore, Em. You’re glowing like you got railed again and I know it’s him. Madison’s telling everyone you blew some senior in the shed yesterday. She’s got a blurry pic of someone’s back that could be anybody, but she’s tagging you in the comments.”Emma’s stomach dropped. “It’s not even clear. And I didn’t blow anyone—I got fucked, there’s a difference.”Sarah slammed the brakes at a red light harder than necessary. “Listen to yourself. You’re defending the guy who treats you like a booty call between cheerleader warm-ups. You’re plus-size, yeah, and hot as hell, but he’s still the billionaire’
Monday hit like a hangover. Emma’s alarm screamed at 6:45 and she dragged herself out of bed with thighs that still ached in the best-worst way. The bite mark on her shoulder had turned a deep purple overnight so she covered it with a hoodie and extra concealer, but the second she walked into Ridgeview’s front doors she felt eyes on her. Whispers. A couple football guys smirked behind their hands.Sarah was waiting at the locker, purple backpack slung low. “Okay, spill. You vanished Friday night, my texts went to read, and now you look like you got mauled by a bear. Was it him?”Emma shoved her trig book in, slammed the metal door. “Basement. Quick, dirty, and he still made me leave first. Then Madison called me a whale in front of thirty people. I clapped back. Blake watched the whole thing and said nothing.”Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “Fuck, you went back for more? Em, this isn’t hate anymore. This is self-harm with a six-pack.”“I know.” Emma’s voice cracked just a little. “I hate
Emma stood outside 229 Oak Hill Lane at 9:17 p.m., the bass from inside thumping through her ribs. The house was ridiculous—three stories of glass and stone, lights pulsing pink and purple like some Instagram influencer’s wet dream. She’d worn a simple black dress that hugged her curves, no bra, no panties exactly like he’d ordered, and the night air kept brushing between her legs, reminding her how insane this was.Sarah had texted three times already: WHERE ARE YOU?? I’m at the movies alone like a loser. Emma lied and said she had cramps. Guilt sat heavy in her stomach, but the second she pictured Blake’s hands, the guilt got shoved down by something hotter.She slipped in through the side gate instead of the front door. The backyard was packed—red Solo cups everywhere, cheerleaders grinding on the football team, Madison holding court on the patio in a tiny white skirt that barely covered her ass. Blake was right there next to her, arm loose around her waist, laughing at somethi
Emma woke up with her thighs still sore and a purple bruise the size of a quarter right under her ear. She stared at it in the bathroom mirror, toothbrush hanging from her mouth. Last night she’d told herself it was a one-time mistake—pure hate-fueled stupidity. This morning her body was calling her a liar; just thinking about his cock stretching her made her clit pulse again.Sarah barged into the bathroom without knocking, took one look, and whistled. “Jesus, Em. Did a vampire attack or did Blake Caldwell actually put his mouth on you?”“Shut up.” Emma yanked her hair into a high ponytail, trying to hide the mark. “It was a stupid ten-minute thing in the library bathroom. Never happening again.”Sarah leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Ten minutes and he left a hickey like that? Girl, your ‘never again’ is already sweating.” She tossed Emma a tube of concealer. “Use the heavy-duty one. Madison’s gonna sniff blood the second she sees it.”School felt different today. Every
It is time.Elena finally decided that it was time.She cooked for her husband and waited until Marcus was seated.Marcus sat down with a smile. “This is nice babe. You hardly cook for me. How about dad and mom?" Elena gave him no reply." And you look absolutely sexy.” He spanked her ass when she
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Elena's body still hummed with the afterglow of her encounter with Victor as she drove home from his office, the scent of their passion clinging to her skin like a secret perfume. She could feel the faint soreness between her legs, a delicious reminder of how he'd claimed her on that desk, his thr







