MasukThe bonfire crackled high into the night sky, sending sparks dancing above the lake. Music blasted from a portable speaker, and the air smelled like smoke, alcohol and opportunity. I leaned back against a log, beer in hand, enjoying the way the girls kept stealing glances at me. Josh, my roommate, was chill and didn’t talk much, which suited me perfectly less competition.
My eyes kept drifting to Zoe, the fatso’s pretty best friend. Slim waist, long legs, and a flirty little smile that screamed she was interested. She was sitting across the fire with Fatso, laughing at something. Every time Zoe looked my way, I held her gaze until she blushed. “Too easy” I waited until Aurora got up to grab another drink, then made my move. I strolled over and dropped down beside Zoe, close enough that our thighs brushed. “Hey,” I said, flashing my best smile. “Zoe, right? I noticed you earlier by the lake. Hard not to.” She giggled, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Yeah? I noticed you too, Prescott Zane. Everyone’s talking about you.” “All good things, I hope.” I leaned in, letting my voice drop low. “Though I’d rather you judge for yourself.” “Care for a walk?” Sure she responded. We talked for a while mostly her laughing at my jokes and touching my arm. I could feel eyes on us, when I glanced up, fatso was standing a few feet away, holding two drinks and staring at me like she wanted to set me on fire. I smirked and deliberately slid my arm around Zoe’s shoulders whispering nothingness to her ears. Aurora marched over and shoved one drink at Zoe. “Here, I think we should head back to the cabin soon.” Zoe hesitated, clearly torn. “In a bit? Prescott was just telling me about his company internship…” “I’m sure he has lots of stories,” Aurora cut in coldly. “Most of them end with some girl on her knees.” I laughed. “Still mad about the bathroom, fatso? You seemed pretty shocked. First time seeing a real man in action?” Her eyes narrowed. “I feel sorry for any girl stupid enough to let you touch her. You treat women like disposable toys.” “Better than being untouchable,” I shot back, letting my gaze drop pointedly to her body before returning to her face. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Aurora.” Zoe shifted uncomfortably. “Guys, come on…” But Aurora wasn’t done. “Stay away from my friend, Zane. You’re nothing but a fuckboy with daddy’s money. The second you get what you want, you’ll discard her like trash.” I stood up slowly, towering over her. The firelight danced across her angry face, highlighting her full lips and big body size she tries to hide. She was pissed, really pissed, fuck if it didn’t turn me on a little. “Worried I’ll fuck your best friend better than any guy ever has?” I asked softly, just loud enough for her to hear. “Or are you just mad no one’s offering to fuck you?” Aurora’s hand twitched like she wanted to slap me. Instead, she grabbed Zoe’s wrist. “We’re leaving. Now.” As they walked away, Zoe glanced back at me with an apologetic, slightly intrigued smile. Aurora didn’t look back once. Josh appeared beside me, chuckling. “Dude, what the hell did you do to that girl? She looks like she wants to murder you.” I took a long swig of beer, watching Aurora’s retreating figure. “Nothing. She walked in on me getting my dick sucked earlier. Now she’s acting like I ruined her whole week.” Josh whistled. “Harsh. She’s got fire though.” “Yeah,” I muttered. “She does.” The rest of the night blurred into more drinking, more flirting, and eventually another quick hookup with a different girl behind the boathouse. But even as I fucked her against the wooden wall, Aurora’s furious face kept flashing in my mind. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like her! By the time I got back to my cabin, Josh was already snoring. I dropped onto my bunk, staring at the wooden ceiling. Aurora Martins was going to be a pain in my ass all week. Good thing I enjoyed breaking difficult girls. Or at least putting them in their place.Prescott’s POV I left Aurora with Lena and stepped into my office, shutting the glass door behind me. The morning had already been long, and it wasn’t even ten yet I dropped into my chair, loosened my tie slightly, and pulled out my phone. Marcus’s name flashed on the screen almost immediately I answered.“Tell me something useful,” I said, leaning back.Marcus chuckled. “You’re in a mood. How’s life with the new stepsister treating you?”I glanced at the closed door. “She’s stubborn, quiet, and acts like she’s allergic to me. Other than that, the house is still standing.”“You sound entertained.”“I am.” I swiveled my chair toward the window. “It’s interesting having someone around who doesn’t immediately try to impress me she looks at me like I’m a problem she has to tolerate.”Marcus laughed. “That’s new for you anyways I’ve got actual news. My father finally approved the joint deal between our companies, he
AuroraThe moment I stepped out of the elevator behind Prescott, I felt the eyes on me, with women greeting Prescott in a flirty way they all seem to want him and I wonder what they see in him. Zane Enterprises was exactly what I expected sleek, modern, and filled with people who looked like they belonged on the cover of a business magazine. As we walked through the open floor, conversations quieted. I caught the whispers almost immediately.“Who’s that?”“Is she new?”“She’s a little… big for this floor, isn’t she?”“She doesn’t look like she belongs here.”The words were soft, but not soft enough. Heat crawled up my neck, but I kept my back straight and my expression neutral. They had no idea who I was, and I preferred it that way. Dominic had promised the staff wouldn’t be told I was family. Right now, that felt like both a protection and a curse Prescott didn’t seem to notice the murmuring or if he did, he
Aurora’s POV I roll over in the bed again,Sleep was impossible.I had been lying in bed for nearly an hour, staring at the ceiling, when the first sounds reached me through the walls at first it was just a low murmur of voices, then the unmistakable creak of a bedframe. I turned onto my side and pressed the pillow over my ear, hoping it would stop.It didn’t.A woman’s moan cut through the quiet of the mansion loud, shameless, and completely unrestrained. My eyes snapped open anorher moan followed, higher this time, followed by the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against each other I stared at the darkness in disbelief.He had brought someone here.On the second night I was under the same roof.The girl was loud every gasp, every broken cry of his name, every filthy plea seemed to echo down the hallway and straight into my room. I squeezed my eyes shut, heat crawling up my neck not from embarrassment alone, but fr
Prescott’s POV I was lying on the couch in the living room, scrolling aimlessly through my phone, when the screen lit up with a new message.*Lena: Miss that cock…The text was followed by four photos.I opened them immediately.The first one showed her lying on her bed in nothing but a black lace thong, her full tits pushed together by her arms. The second was a closer shot of her pinching one nipple, lips parted. The third was her on all fours, ass arched high toward the camera, the thin string of the thong disappearing between her cheeks the last one was her fingers spreading her pussy open, already glistening.My cock twitched hard against my sweatpants, fuck. *Lena: Can I come over? I need it rough tonight.I smirked and typed back.*Prescott: Gate code is the same, come now and don’t wear anything under your coat.She replied within seconds.*Lena: On my way.I stood up, adjusted my already th
Aurora’s POV The door clicked shut behind Prescott, and the silence that followed felt heavier than anything I had experienced all day.I stood in the middle of the unfamiliar bedroom, still wearing the blush bridesmaid dress, and took a slow look around the room was beautiful there was no denying it. A large bed with crisp white linens sat against the wall, a soft grey armchair rested near the window, and the furniture was modern and expensive without being cold. A private bathroom was attached, and the closet was bigger than my entire bedroom back home.I hated how easily someone could get used to this kind of comfort.I changed into an old T-shirt and shorts from my suitcase, carefully hanging the dress in the closet so it wouldn’t wrinkle. couldn’t resist laying on the soft bed and slept off. I woke up to soft sunlight filtering through the wide curtains and the quiet hum of a house far too big for two
AuroraThe morning of the wedding arrived with soft golden sunlight and a sky so clear it looked almost painted. I stood in front of the mirror in the hotel room, staring at the soft blush-colored bridesmaid dress. It fit well enough after the alterations, but I still felt expose, the fabric clung to every curve I had spent years trying to minimize I forced my shoulders back anyway. I would not hunch not today.Then my mother stepped out of the dressing room, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe.Elena looked breathtaking, her ivory dress was elegant and timeless, with delicate lace that clung to her figure in all the right places before flowing gracefully to the floor. Her hair was swept up in soft waves, a few loose strands framing her face, and a simple pearl necklace rested against her collarbone. She looked radiant younger, lighter, and genuinely happy.“You look beautiful, Mom,” I said, and I meant it with my whole heart.She turned to me, and something softer than usual







