Mag-log inPrescott Zane is the kind of man women ruin themselves for rich, ruthless, and addicted to no strings pleasure. He fucks who he wants, when he wants, and never looks back. Commitment is a joke Feelings are a weakness. Then his father’s sudden marriage forces the one woman who openly despises him into his house… and under him at work. Aurora Martins is curvy, stubborn, and fiercely independent. She sees straight through spoiled rich boys like Prescott and wants nothing to do with his arrogant smirks or filthy reputation. The last thing she needs is to become his stepsister or his assistant. But forced to live under the same roof and become step siblings the hatred turns into hot steamy chemistry a forbidden love neither could neither and they can’t keep their hands off each other with Prescott giving up his old live of no commitment and choosing to fuck and love his chubby step sister.
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I had her bent over in the cramped toilet stall, slamming into her from behind like a man possessed. My hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back as I drove deep. Her loud moans echoed off the walls with every brutal thrust. “Fuck, Press… oh God, yes!” she cried, pushing back against me, grinding on my cock like she couldn’t get enough. I didn’t even remember her name, of course I didn’t care all I cared about was the tight, wet heat squeezing my dick and the way her tits bounced every time I pounded into her. I reached around, grabbing and fondling her full breasts, pinching her nipples as I fucked her harder. She was close, I could feel her walls clenching around me I grabbed her neck, applying just enough pressure as I slammed into her faster, fuck she’s sweet. Gripping her hips tighter, I gave her everything I had until she shattered, screaming my name as her orgasm ripped through her. I pulled out, ripped off the condom, and pushed her down to her knees. Like a good girl, she immediately took me into her warm mouth, slurping greedily, trying to take me all the way. I groaned, grabbing her hair and thrusting harder, fucking her mouth deep until she gagged. She squeezed my balls, eyes watering, but still eager to please. “That’s it,” I growled. “Take it like a pro.” “Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” The stall door suddenly slammed open. Too late. I spilled all over her pretty face just as a fat girl standing in the doorway screamed and covered her eyes in horror. Shit. The girl on her knees giggled, wiping her face. I casually pulled up my shorts, not bothering to rush, I recognized the intruder immediately the curvy, plus-size girl who’d been eyeing me earlier with clear disdain. “What the fuck are you staring at, fatso?” I drawled, zipping up. “Barging in on me banging this chick?” She lowered her hands, face burning with shock and disgust. “Are you crazy? You’re the one fucking someone in the public toilet and you’re questioning me about barging in? I smirked, flashing her my most arrogant smile. “Jealous? You want a taste of this dick, don’t you?” “Ewww! You’re disgusting!” She turned on her heel and stormed out. I chuckled and turned back to the girl I’d just fucked. I gave her a soft kiss and a firm spank on the ass. “Thanks, sweetheart catch you later.” She pouted. “You’re leaving already?” “Yes, love. Gotta get settled in this ridiculous camp.” I walked out of the bathroom, still buzzing from the release, when the camp master’s voice boomed over the speakers. “Everyone gather at the main hall! Time for room assignments. You’ll be paired up for the week.” I joined the crowd, girls immediately flocking around me, batting their lashes and whispering. A few even touched my arm boldly, I gave them my signature grin, enjoying the attention. The camp master started calling names, splitting us into twos for the cabins. “Aurora Martins and Zoe Thompson.” I glanced over, it’s the far girl ouuu so her names Aurora interesting, she walked towards a pretty brunette. They hugged, giggling they seemed close. Best friends, probably. Zoe was exactly my type: slim, flirty, with a bright smile. Perfect. “Prescott Zane and Josh Miller.” I got paired with some random guy named Josh, he seemed chill enough. As we moved toward our assigned area, I caught Aurora staring daggers at me from across the group. Pure hatred radiated from her eyes. I smirked and winked at her. Her glare only intensified. She seems like some goody two shoes. This camp just got a whole lot more interesting. Aurora Martins hated my guts, good the feeling is mutual. But something about the way she looked at me like I was the lowest scum on earth stuck with me. I shook it off. I was here to have fun, fuck around, and enjoy my summer. Not to worry about some angry, curvy girl who couldn’t handle the sight of a real man enjoying himself. Still… I couldn’t wait to piss her off again.AuroraThe mansion felt different the moment we stepped through the door.It was subtle at first the extra set of keys on the console table, the soft click of another lamp left on in the front sitting room, the faint trace of Elena’s perfume in the air. Then I heard voices deeper inside the house, and my body understood before my mind finished arranging the implications.Prescott stopped beside me. His hand, which had been low at my back as we entered, fell away at once.“They’re home,” he said under his breath.Before I could answer, Dominic appeared in the archway to the living room, still in travel clothes, phone in one hand, expression carved into hard practicality. Elena was behind him, elegant even in exhaustion, her gaze moving from Prescott to me with the quick assessment of a woman who noticed atmosphere as easily as facts.“You’re back earlier than expected,” Prescott said.“We had to be,” Dominic rep
AuroraThe backlash arrived before noon.It did not come as a single dramatic blow. It came the way all of their moves came almost predictable through channels, implications, and people who enjoyed watching a polished reputation catch fire. By the time I reached my desk on Monday, two separate messages had already asked whether the Zane-Hale relationship was “under review,” and a third, from a mid-level operations manager who never spoke to me unless he needed something, offered a sympathetic smile that made my skin crawl.Prescott’s strike had landed.And Marcus was no longer interested in soft delays.Through the glass, Prescott was already on a call, jacket on, expression carved into cold focus. He had warned me the response would come harder. Still, seeing the building absorb the news so quickly made my pulse tighten. Preferred-partner removals did not remain private. They traveled.Lena stopped at my des
PrescottBy Friday morning, the soft delay was no longer the point.Marcus had used the three o’clock call to test whether I would stay quiet and had named Aurora carefully, waited for an attack and ended the line when he realized he would not get it. That told me enough. He still believed the damage could remain deniable, he still thought this was a private feud dressed in commercial language.So I did something different. Composed, but not emotional. At 8:40 a.m., I sent the formal notice that removed the Hale Group from the preferred-partner track on the west-side logistics package and transferred interim control to an independent third-party operator already cleared by legal. Effective immediately. No joint review. No continued soft timeline. The package would move without them until a full compliance and intent assessment was completed.I copied both legal teams. I copied procurement. I copied Domini
PrescottI did not wait for Marcus to make the next move.Waiting had given him the shape of a concerned friend, Mia the shape of unfinished history, and Zoe the shape of loyalty until the message logs proved otherwise. Aurora had closed one door the night before. This morning I intended to close another.I arrived before the floor filled. The forwarded note sat in a secured folder, three lines long and more expensive than Marcus had calculated.I called Hale’s office at eight. Marcus answered himself. Men who were still pretending innocence usually let an assistant take the first ring.“Prescott.” His voice was already braced. “Early for you.”“I’m pulling the joint review on the west-side logistics package. Effective today.”A pause. “On what grounds?”“A delay has been sitting on your side of the chain for nine days with no technical reason. I’m done funding the pause.”“That’s aggressive.”“No it’s not,






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