LOGINHe stripped off my clothes with agonizing precision, unbuttoning my blouse slowly, his eyes burning into mine as he exposed my chest, then sliding my skirt down my legs. His eyes roamed over my exposed skin, taking in the lace of my bra, the lush curve of my breasts, the softness of my stomach, and the soaked lace of my panties. He groaned, low and deep, a sound that vibrated right through my center. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this." "Show me," I said again, my voice breathless and slick with desire. "Make me feel it.” He lowered his head, his warm mouth closing over my nipple right through the damp lace of my bra. I gasped, my back arching completely off the bed as intense pleasure zapped through my nerves. His tongue circled the sensitive, hardened peak, wet and warm, sucking it deeply into his mouth until I was squirming under him. I cried out, my fingers tightening forcefully in his short hair. "Oh god…" I begged, my hips rolling up uselessly to se
The words landed like heavy stones in still water. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "I've had eyes on you since the day I set my eyes on you. At a mall. At my wedding," he continued, his voice low, rough, and trembling with suppressed restraint. "You wore a blue dress. It had flowers on it. You were smiling brightly, and I couldn't look away. I couldn't breathe." He shook his head, a bitter smile crossing his lips. "I married Chloe because she reminded me of you. Because she was the closest I could get." "Daniel..." I gasped, my head spinning at the revelation. "I know it's wrong." His hands tightened on mine, his knuckles white. "I know I'm supposed to love your daughter. I know I'm supposed to be a good husband. But I've spent four years pretending, Maya. Four years lying to myself. And I can't do it anymore." Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. "You can't say these things." "I have to." He leaned closer, his hot breath fanning across my lips, inches from
Daniel walked in slowly and stood by the doorway. “I just came to say goodnight, and thank you again for letting me stay.” “It's fine,” I smiled warmly at him. “Have a goodnight, Daniel.” And then he walked out and closed the door behind him. The bright light from the morning sun spilled into my room through the thin curtain. I stretched, sat up, brushed my teeth, took my bath and then headed downstairs. The smell of coffee already brewing, the soft clink of a mug being set on the counter stopped me in my tracks. I walked into the kitchen, still wrapped in my robe. Daniel was there, leaning against the counter with two cups ready. "Morning, Maya," he greeted me softly, his deep voice still thick with sleep. "Cream or sugar?" “What are you doing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Making coffee for you, obviously,” he smiled playfully. "You don't have to do this, Daniel," I said, wrapping my hands around the warm mug. "I want to." Soon, those three words became a pattern. “I want
The call came on a Tuesday evening, right as I was settling in with a glass of wine and a book I'd been meaning to finish for weeks. The house was quiet… too quiet, as it always was these days. It was just me listening to the hum of the refrigerator."Mom? You busy?" Chloe asked.Chloe's voice crackled through the speaker, and I could already hear the ask coming.She took a breath, and I heard her shift the phone. "So you know how I've been talking about that Singapore opportunity?""The six-month one?" I inquired."Yeah. It's confirmed. I leave next week."I sat up straighter, a mix of pride and disappointment swirling in my chest. Six months. Half a year without my only daughter. Half a year of empty dinners and silent evenings and nobody to call when I needed someone to talk to. "That's wonderful, honey. I'm so proud of you.""Thanks, Mom. But there's something else." She paused, and I heard her exhale… long, like she'd been holding it. "It's about Daniel."My hand tightened around
Chapter 3 - The Price of Redemption My manager arrived within minutes. "Mr. Blackwood, how can I help you? Is everything to your satisfaction this evening?" Patterson asked smoothly, bowing his head slightly. Damien didn't look at him, as his eyes remained fixed on me. "I want to book Lena for the night," Damien stated, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Personal service. I'll pay triple her hourly rate." Patterson's eyes widened, and a greedy smile spread across his face. "Of course, sir. Whatever you need," Patterson eagerly agreed. "She's all yours for as long as you want her." "Wait," I said, my voice sharp and full of panic. "I didn't agree to this. You can't just…" Damien looked at me with a cold, penetrating gaze. "You want to save your mother, don't you?" he asked bluntly. I stared at him, my heart racing wildly against my ribs. "One night," Damien said, keeping his voice low and deliberate. "That's all I'm asking, and you'll leave here with more than enough money
Chapter 2 - The Reckoning I hadn't seen him in three years. Three years since I'd stood in the parking lot of our high school and laughed in his face while he asked me to prom. Three years since I'd called him a pathetic loser in front of half the senior class. He'd been awkward then. Lanky, tacky. The kind of kid who wore hand-me-down clothes and ate lunch alone. The kind of kid everyone ignored or mocked, and I'd been the worst of them all. I'd been cruel because it was easy, because it made me feel powerful, because I was young and stupid and didn't understand that words could cut deeper than any knife. He wasn't all of that anymore, he was… different. The man standing in the lobby of the Grand Royale was carved from confidence and money. His jaw was sharp, his shoulders broad beneath that tailored suit, and there was a hardness in his eyes that hadn't been there before. I hid behind a pillar, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. What the fuck was I going to
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h







