My Cousin's Fiancé, My Ruin

INDIGOI went alone.I told Leah I didn’t need moral support. I knew exactly what her “offer” really was — just an excuse to come see her fiancé and play the supportive cousin while secretly showing him off. I strongly refused. I didn’t need her there. I had this. And some dark, guilty part of me wanted to soak him in alone, without her presence ruining the filthy fantasy I’d been living in for weeks.I wore a fitted black skirt that hugged my ass and stopped just above my knees, knee-high leather boots that made my legs look endless, and a cropped blazer over a thin white blouse. Professional on the outside. A bad decision on the inside.His office was intimidating — floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, multiple screens on the walls showing live sports feeds, shelves lined with awards and trophies, and a massive modern desk that made him look like he owned everything in sight.The second I stepped inside, my pussy clenched hard.He sat behind the massive desk in a perfectly

INDIGO“You did what?” Mom stared at me from across the kitchen island, her coffee cup frozen halfway to her lips, eyes wide with disbelief.I poked at the pancakes on my plate with zero enthusiasm, the syrup pooling uselessly around them. My appetite had disappeared the moment I stepped into my parents’ house on the outskirts of the city this weekend. “I got sent home for a week, Mom. On my very first official day. He called me out in front of the entire staff like I was some irresponsible teenager and told me not to come back until next Monday.”Dad, who had been pretending to read the newspaper at the end of the table, finally lowered it. His brows furrowed in that protective way he always got whenever someone messed with his daughter. “That’s ridiculous. Did you at least get a chance to explain what happened? Traffic? Alarm issues? Anything?”I let out a bitter, humorless laugh and pushed my plate away. “I tried. I opened my mouth and he cut me off before I could even finish sayin