LOGINBethThe commotion started like a ripple—just muffled voices at first.Then a sharp “Sir, you can’t go back there.”And finally, his voice.“Beth! I just need to talk to you!”Rachel’s head snapped toward the door so fast I thought she might get whiplash.“Oh hell no. He did not just come up in here like that.”She shot out of her seat like a missile, already storming toward the door. I stayed put, letting the chaos swirl outside while I took a slow sip of my coffee.“Beth?” Rachel glanced back, incredulous. “Are you seriously just sitting there right now?”“Don’t worry,” I said calmly. “He’s not getting in.”Her eyes narrowed. “Wait… what?”“I explained the situation to Brian.”Rachel blinked. “You told your uncle everything?”“God, no,” I scoffed. “If I told him everything, he’d be dragging Tommy out by the hair himself. But I told him enough.”She waited.“I said Tommy was unstable. I told him I tried to break up with him and he refused. That he moved into my apartment without my p
BethThe office felt… different.Not because anything had changed. My desk was still my desk. My monitor still had the sticky note Rachel slapped on last week that read “Stop opening 37 tabs, your laptop has feelings.”But something in me had shifted.I wasn’t dragging myself through the day. I wasn’t forcing a smile just to keep up appearances. I was actually here—in my body, in my head. Not floating somewhere behind my own eyes, dissociating every time a memory tried to gut me.
StacyThe weekend was a blur of silk sheets and whispered promises.Of holding her.Of her holding me.Beth had made it clear what she wanted—needed—from me. Not just comfort. Not just reassurance. But a way to reclaim her body, her power, her pleasure. She’d said she wanted to rewrite the memory of what Tommy did with something good, something safe. And gods help me, I’d given it to her.But now it was Monday.And my stomach twisted with the kind of worry I couldn’t fuck away.Because the truth was, this couldn’t just be about erasing Tommy. Not if we were going to make it. She needed to deal with what happened. Face it. Process it. Heal.I wasn’t about to let myself become the band-aid she ripped off later.She was still asleep when I slipped out of bed. I padded into the kitchen, started the coffee, and opened my Notes app like I was prepping for surgery. • Find trauma-informed therapist • Call Beth’s leasing office • Contact realtor (options, not pressure) • Get mail forwarded
BethThe soft ding wasn’t the doorbell.It was the gate buzzer.Stacy pushed up from the bed with a muttered curse and strode over to the dresser, snatching up his phone. I watched him swipe to the camera feed—and then freeze.His jaw clenched. “It’s Adam and Rachel.”“What?” I sat up, suddenly flustered and half-naked. “Here?”He nodded, already pulling on a pair of jeans. “Yup. Guess I owe you a rain check, baby girl. You better get dressed—your bestie’s about to bust in with righteous fury.”I scrambled out of bed as he unlocked the gate. “You think she brought pitchforks?”“I think she is the pitchfork,” he muttered, buttoning his fly.By the time we made it to the front door, I’d barely thrown on one of Stacy’s oversized shirts and wiped the residual mascara smudge from under my
BethI shifted, moving carefully, deliberately, until I was settled between his legs.Stacy adjusted with me without breaking eye contact, scooting higher against the pillows, broad back braced, chest open—watching me like he already knew exactly where this was going and had no intention of stopping it.My pulse thudded in my ears.“Is this what I looked like,” I asked softly, “between your legs… when you fantasized about me?”His jaw tightened. “Pretty damn close.”I wrapped my hand around him again—warm, heavy, hard—and leaned forward slowly. My tongue traced a slow, deliberate path up his shaft, tasting him, learning him.“Did I lick you like this?” I murmured, dragging my tongue higher, savoring the way his body reacted.His breath stuttered. “No,” he said roughly. “That’s already better t
BethI woke slowly.Not with panic. Not with my heart in my throat. Just… awareness.Warmth at my back. A steady chest rising and falling beneath my cheek. An arm heavy and protective around my waist.And my hand.Still wrapped around him.Stacy’s cock was hard in my palm—thick, hot, undeniably real. It took my foggy brain a second to catch up, but when it did, heat rushed through me so fast it made my toes curl.Oh.I didn’t move right away.Didn’t squeeze. Didn’t pull away.I just stayed there, fingers curled around him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like I’d woken up exactly where I belonged.He shifted behind me, a low breath leaving his chest as his hips moved ever so slightly. The change made me suddenly aware—oh God, he’s awake—and instinct kicked in.I let go.Too fast. Too obvious.“Don’t let go on account of me.”His voice was rough with sleep and something darker beneath it. Something amused.I froze.“What?” I whispered.He chuckled softly against the bac







