ANMELDENROXETTEI woke up with a start, the soft morning light of Paris filtering through the heavy curtains of our hotel suite. For a moment, I was disoriented, blinking against the brightness as I tried to remember where I was. The bed was large and luxurious, the sheets tangled around my legs, and the faint scent of Chandler’s cologne still lingered on the pillow beside me. I reached out instinctively, but the space next to me was empty. Cold.He wasn’t there.I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes and trying to piece together the night before. I had told him I needed some time alone with my thoughts after the confrontation with Diana. I had said I was fine, just sad about how things had turned out with her. I had asked for space, and he had given it to me, tucking me into
DAHLIAMy blood was boiling.I stood there against the wall of the hotel bar, the taste of humiliation still bitter on my tongue as Chandler stormed out without another word. The red wine stain on the floor where the glass had shattered looked like blood — fitting, really, considering how much I wanted to make him bleed for what he had just done. My cheek still stung from the memory of his grip, and my throat felt tight where his hand had pressed against it. He had dared to threaten me. To pin me like some common whore and speak to me like I was nothing.I gritted my teeth so hard I thought they might crack.Diana stepped closer, her eyes wide with concern as she looked me up and down. “Mom, are you okay? He didn’t
CHANDLERThe hotel bar was dimly lit and nearly empty when I stormed in, my footsteps heavy and purposeful against the polished marble floor. The few scattered guests glanced up from their drinks, but I didn’t spare them a single look. My eyes locked immediately on Dahlia sitting at the far end of the long mahogany bar, a glass of deep red wine already in her hand. She looked every bit the elegant, calculated ex-wife she always tried to project — perfectly styled hair, designer dress hugging her figure, that cold, superior smile already curling on her lips the moment she saw me approaching.I didn’t smile back.I didn’t sit down.I didn’t offer any pleasantries.I walked straight up to her like a storm about to break, my presence alone sucking the air out of the space around us. The anger that had been simmering in my chest since I left Roxette sleeping peacefully in our hotel room had now turned into something volcanic — hot, sharp, and ready to destroy everything in its path. This w
CHANDLERI noticed the change in her mood the moment we stepped back into the hotel suite.Roxette had been smiling earlier — genuinely smiling — as we walked back from dinner. The Paris lights had reflected in her eyes, and for a few precious hours, she had looked like the girl I had fallen for. Light. Happy. Free from the weight of everything back home. But the second we walked through the door, something shifted. Her shoulders tensed. Her steps slowed. The smile that had been on her face all evening faded like it had never been there at all.I knew why.Diana.And Dahlia.They had found us. They had ruined the one place I had tried to make safe for her.I watched her as she kicked off her shoes and walked over to the window, staring out at the city lights without really seeing them. Her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to hold herself together. I wanted to pull her into my arms, to tell her again that I would fix this, that they wouldn’t touch her again. But I could
CALVINI couldn’t stop smiling the entire flight.Diana’s call had come out of nowhere, but fuck, it was perfect timing. I had been going crazy these past few days. After I left Roxette in that basement, everything had gone to shit. Chandler’s men had swarmed the area like ants. I had to ditch the van, burn the clothes I was wearing, and disappear for a while. I couldn’t risk being seen. I had to keep everything lowkey. No more following her openly. No more sending messages. I had to play it smart.But the problem was… I didn’t know where she was anymore.After Chandler pulled her out of that warehouse, she vanished. I had tried to keep tabs — old habits die hard — but his security had tightened up hard. The estate was locked down. Her phone was probably being monitored. I had no idea if she was still there or if he had moved her somewhere else. It was driving me insane. I kept replaying that night in my head — the way she looked tied to that chair, the way she begged, the way her bod
DIANAI was still riding high from the confrontation when I got back to our hotel suite. My heart was pounding, and my hands were slightly shaking — not from fear, but from the rush of it all. Seeing Roxette’s face when she realized I was there… watching the color drain from her cheeks… it had been better than I expected. She looked small. Weak. Exactly how she should look.Mom was already pouring herself a drink at the bar when I walked in. She raised an eyebrow at me but didn’t ask for details. She didn’t need to. She had seen enough from her table across the restaurant to know how it went.I dropped my bag on the couch and sat down, staring at the city lights through the window. Paris was beautiful at night, but right now all I could think about was how satisfying it had felt to wipe that fake happy look off Roxette’s face.Still… something was missing.The confrontation had been good, but it felt incomplete. I wanted more. I wanted to make things messier. I wanted Roxette to feel
DIANAThe moment we stepped into the condo, I didn’t even bother turning on the lights.Calvin kicked the door shut behind us and I was already on him — mouth crashing into his, hands yanking at his shirt like I could tear it off his body. He met me with the same rough energy, lifting me up and pre
DIANAI waved goodbye to Roxette with the sweetest smile I could fake as I left the estate early that morning.“See you at the party tonight!” I called out, blowing her a kiss before getting into my car. “Don’t be late, okay? It’s going to be so much fun!”She smiled back, looking tired but trustin
DIANAI was riding Calvin hard, my hips slamming down onto him with every desperate thrust, our bodies slick with sweat and the sound of skin slapping skin filling the condo bedroom.“Fuck— yes— harder!” I moaned loudly, head thrown back, my nails digging into his chest as I bounced on his cock. He
ROXETTEHe didn’t pull his fingers out. Instead, he kept them buried deep, curling and thrusting roughly, his thumb pressing hard circles on my swollen clit. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Look at you, dripping like a faucet, making such a mess on Daddy’s hand. You’re not even trying to hide how much you lo







