FAZER LOGINAurora’s POV
I couldn’t believe Zoe was actually considering him. We were back in our cabin after the bonfire, the door locked, and I was pacing while Zoe sat on her bunk, looking guilty but still a little dreamy-eyed. The memory of Prescott’s hand on her shoulder and that cocky smirk made my stomach turn. “Zoe, you have to stay away from him,” I said firmly, stopping in front of her “Prescott Zane is dangerous. He’s not just a player he’s cruel. I walked in on him getting a blowjob in the bathroom like it was nothing, he didn’t even care, he treats women with disregard like toys. He called me “fatso” right after finishing on some girl’s face.” Zoe winced but didn’t meet my eyes. “I know he’s a jerk to you, Aurora. But… he was really nice to me. He listened. And the way he kissed my cheek…” she blushed. “That’s what he does!” I interrupted, my voice rising. “He charms you, makes you feel special, then fucks you and throws you away. I’ve seen it all week, he’s had at least three different girls you’re my best friend I can’t watch him hurt you.” Zoe crossed her arms, getting defensive. “I’m not stupid, okay? I can handle myself. Maybe you’re just… a little jealous because he doesn’t look at you the same way.” Her words hit like a slap. I felt my cheeks burn with humiliation and anger. “Jealous?” I laughed bitterly. “Of that? Zoe, he body-shames me every chance he gets he looks at me like I’m disgusting. I’m not jealous I’m terrified for you. Guys like Prescott don’t change. They destroy girls like us and move on without a second thought.” Zoe was quiet for a long moment, chewing on her lip the tension in the small cabin was thick. Finally, she sighed heavily. “Okay… you’re right. I saw how he treated that other girl by the dock and the way he talks to you is awful I won’t go near him again. I promise.” I let out a relieved breath and hugged her tightly. “Thank you. I just want to protect you.” The rest of the camp dragged by in a blur of activities and forced smiles. True to her word, Zoe avoided Prescott. She stuck close to me, declined his invitations, and even changed direction when she saw him approaching. I caught him staring at us a few times his expression a mix of irritation and arrogance. He tried to approach her once more, but she brushed him off politely and stayed by my side. By the final day, the tension had settled into cold silence. When the buses arrived to take us home, I felt nothing but pure relief. As I climbed onto the bus, I glanced back one last time. Prescott stood near his fancy car, surrounded by girls saying goodbye. His eyes found mine across the lot. That familiar smug smirk appeared on his lips as he gave me a slow, mocking wave. I turned away, heart still racing with hatred. This nightmare was finally over. I would never have to see Prescott Zane again. At least… that’s what I thought.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







