เข้าสู่ระบบDebbieThe morning air felt cold, but it wasn't the weather. The weather was normal. It was reality hitting me. The twenty-four hours were up. My three days of freedom were over—or should I say, my three days of bonding with my brothers-in-law.Outside the compound, a long, black car was sitting idle, steaming. Black had sent his personal driver to bring me home.River, Rain, and Rex stood on the porch with me. For the first time since I arrived, nobody was joking.Rain wasn't teasing me. River wasn't smiling. Rex looked like he was… frozen. His face looked pale, like he was sick."I don't want to go," I whispered, the first tear sliding down my cheek."You're right." Rain turned to the others. "We shouldn't let her go. What is four percent shares that we cannot afford to give her? She should stay.""Stay here. I’ll go out there and tell that driver to go to hell.""No, Rain," River said softly, placing a hand on Rain’s chest to hold him back.He turned to me, his eyes full of a deep,
Debbie.I woke up on the third day to a silence so deep that it almost felt heavy.Yesterday, unfortunately, had ended, and funny enough, the days seemed to go by faster than anyone would originally imagine.We had just finished breakfast. Rex didn't attend, but I knew exactly where he would be.I found him in the large library. He was sitting behind a desk, wearing a white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the strong, corded muscles of his forearms. A laptop sat in front of him as his hands worked furiously on it.As I stepped in, he raised his face up, shifting the laptop to the side.“Debbie,” he greeted with a calm face. “Sit down,” he said, gesturing at the chair in front of him.I sat in the leather chair across from him. For the next two hours, it was like being in school.But the stakes were life and death. He talked about the 4% shares. He talked about everything I needed to know about the company.He showed me photos of the board members, lecturin
Debbie.The waiter managed to finish pouring the drink in the glass and hurriedly leaving the table.Rain’s hand was still buried in-between my legs.“Rain… that guy… he saw… ahh… us,” I rasped.He should. He has eyes.His finger slid back in, sliding back, arching my hip forward. His finger started moving in and out of me.He shifted his chair closer, his body blocking me from the rest of the room. His hand was moving with a steady, torturous rhythm now. I had to grip the edge of the table to keep from crying out."Rain... please," I gasped."Please what, baby? You want me to stop? Or you want me to take you to the bathroom and show you exactly what I’ve been dreaming about all day?"I looked at him. His eyes were full of a hunger, a kind of hunger that made me feel alive."The bathroom," I whispered.He grinned, a dark, predatory look. He stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the back of the lounge. "I thought you'd never ask."In minutes, we were at the bathroom.He push
Debbie.I woke up feeling the soreness in my muscles from yesterday, but of course, it was a good kind of pain.I didn’t have much time to think before my door swung open.It was Rain carrying a tray. He looked like he had been awake for hours, full of that wild, restless energy that always followed him.“Good morning, Sexy,” he cheered.“Good morning, Rain,” I murmured, sleep still clouding my voice.He walked in, setting the tray on my lap. It was loaded with pancakes, bacon, and a tall glass of orange juice.He placed a kiss on my lips. A supposed morning kiss. But it wasn’t quick. It lingered. For a while. Before he pulled back.“How was your first day?” he asked.I smiled. “It was good.”“Don't worry, today will be the best. I promise you that.” He winked.“You're so full of yourself,” I mocked teasingly.“Eat up, gorgeous,” Rain said, grinning. “You’re going to need your strength. Today is my day, and I don't do ‘quiet’ like River, and you know it.”I took a bite of a pancake. I
River.Debbie had just two days left to be in this house with us, and as much as I wanted to act strong and firm, I couldn't deny the sting in my chest that came with the fact that this soul wouldn't be under the same roof as us anymore.It was an offer too good to be true. We couldn't let her slide with that.Today, just before she went back to Black, I wanted every inch of her stuck in my memory, even if I knew that it might never be enough.I wanted to taste her. I wanted to put my head between her legs and show her that a man could spend hours down there just for her pleasure.But as I moved, her hands gripped my hair. She pulled my head back up so I had to look at her.“No, River,” she whispered, her voice shaky but strong. “Not this time.”“Debbie? Why? You don't want me to?” I asked, my hands sliding down to the curve of her ass.“I want you to. Always do,” she said, a small, wicked smile creasing her lips. A kind of look that I hadn't seen on her before.“But today, I don't wa
Debbie.I woke up feeling like a heavy weight was sitting on my chest. The weight of having three more days before I left this place, back to where I used to be—Black’s house. Or should I say, my husband’s house.The sun was peeking through the curtains when a soft knock sounded at the door.“Debbie? You awake?”It was River. His voice always warm, like a blanket.“Yeah,” I croaked out, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. “Come in.”The door creaked open, and River stepped in, looking fresh and calm. He was wearing just a pair of loose swim trunks and a thin white shirt that was unbuttoned.Through the thin fabric of the shirt, I could see the tattoo of my name that was sitting pretty on his skin.My heart did a little flip. He was always so effortlessly handsome—every fucking time. They didn't even have to try.“Rex and Rain are out,” he said, leaning against the doorframe.“Rain went to find some ‘special’ car he wanted to show you later, and Rex is… well, just being Rex. Probably in a







