LOGINMARRY MY SONThe fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like trapped insects as I bent over the filing cabinet, the cool metal edge pressing into my hip. My blouse clung a little too tightly after the morning’s coffee spill, and I could feel the damp patch between my shoulder blades. Mr. Berlin’s footsteps stopped behind me. I knew it was him before I turned—his usual heavy cologne, the faint creak of his loafers. He was smiling when I straightened, that slow, appreciative grin that started at the corners of his eyes and slid down to my mouth, my throat, the open top button of my shirt. His gaze lingered. “Lily,” he said, his voice warm, “you look radiant today. Truly. The way you handle your job—sharp and efficient. My son could use a woman like you.”I felt the words settle in my stomach, heavy and sour. His son ? Shit. He wouldn't look anything I like. He couldn't be far from his dad—eyes always half-lidded like he’d rather be somewhere else. He wouldn't be cute. Not even close.Ric
WHAT THE FUCK! AM I CHARMED?The velvet ropes parted like they’d been waiting for me, and the humid pulse of the club swallowed me whole. Crystal chandeliers dripped low enough to graze my collarbones, throwing fractured light across bare shoulders and thousand-dollar watches. I smoothed the front of the dress I bought specially for the occasion—black, backless, the kind of fabric that clung like a secret—and let the bass climb up my spine. This is it, I thought, heels clicking against marble. One more night. One more circle. Then the money hits and I’m gone. He's really not the kind of man I want to stay long with. He's noisy and somehow behaves in a fishy way. The first fifty thousand had never appeared, but he’d sworn tonight would be different. Double and even more, he’d said. Just play the part.Playing the part wasn’t any problem as long as I'm not seen by anyone who knows me from important point of view.My body was already moving.I slipped into the crowd. Bodies pressed cl
LOVE IN THE BEACHThe waves crashed like they always did when Brucha got intense, foaming white against the sand. I dug my toes deeper into it, feeling the grit bite my skin while the sun baked my shoulders. He’d bought us these greasy chops from the vendor—spicy, dripping oil—and we were licking our fingers clean, laughing at nothing.“Lily,” he said, his voice low, almost reverent, like the beach was his church. “I am not pretending and you know it. You’re everything I want in a woman. Everything every man wants in a woman. Smart, funny, that laugh that makes my chest tight. I’d marry you tomorrow if you said yes. Hell, tonight.”My stomach flipped. Not butterflies—more like a warning bell. God, Brucha, not here. Not with the salt in my hair and the chop grease on my chin. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, buying time. The vendor’s radio blared some old highlife song behind us.I forced a smile. “Brucha, calm down first. You’re talking like we’re in a movie. I need to set m
TERRIBLE MEETING AGAINST MY EXShalling's POV I pushed open the door to Lily’s apartment, the hinges creaking like they always did, and the smell of her vanilla candle hit me first—sweetly, cloying, the kind that lingers in your hair for hours. My pulse was already thrumming in my throat. Kova’s name had been burning a hole in my brain all week, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to know. Not the polished version he fed everyone, but the real one, the one that might explain why my stomach twisted every time I saw him smile at some girl I didn't know.Lily was on the couch in an oversized hoodie, her legs tucked under her, scrolling her phone. She looked up, surprised, then smiled that soft, tired smile she always gave me. “Shalling. Hey. You okay?”I didn’t sit. I stayed by the door, twisting the strap of my bag. “Did you and Kova ever… know each other? Before. Like, really know.”Her thumb froze on the screen. The smile faltered, then dropped away completely. For a second she
LEAVE MY MAN ALONELaura's POV Why did you get into my room the other day without permission? How long is my dick?” Kalvin asked.The tray trembled in my hands, the coffee cup rattling against the saucer like my pulse against my ribs. I stood in the doorway of his bedroom, sunlight slicing through the half-drawn curtains and catching on the thin silk of the new blouse I’d bought yesterday—low-cut, the kind that clung to every curve I usually hid under an apron. The hem of my skirt barely skimmed mid-thigh, and I felt the cool air kiss the skin above my stockings. Stupid. I’d told myself it was just for the job, just to feel something different after months of plain black uniforms and invisible service. But now his eyes were on me, dark and slow, dragging from the swell of my breasts to the dip of my waist, and my stomach flipped like I’d missed a step on stairs.I set the tray on the nightstand, careful not to spill. “Sir, I—I brought your breakfast. Eggs, the way you like them.” My
MIDNIGHT FUCKMy phone lit up under the pillow, the screen cutting through the dark like a guilty secret. Kalvin: Come over. Make my room real quickly, please.My breath caught. Make his room. The lie sat there, bold as the ache was already blooming between my thighs. It was always his style when he wanted me moaning under him. Last week it had started the same way—him texting, and then I slipped out, it ended up in him pouring something hot and liquid deep inside me. Well it's the moment I always wanted after all. The mission stays on until my dad finally marries Laura.Shalling’s soft snores drifted from the other bed, steady as a heartbeat I was about to betray. I glanced at her, guilt twisting sharp, but the heat won. It always did.I slid out of bed, my bare feet silent on the cold floor. My heart slamming against my ribs, I pulled on shorts and a loose tee—no bra, no panties, because why pretend? The message wasn’t about pillows or sheets. It was about the way he’d gripped my h
A FILTHY OFFER: TO FUCK TWO BROTHERS SAME NIGHT.I wiped the marble countertop in the lobby for the third time, the cloth gliding over the cool surface like a whisper. Senior Jack sauntered in, his polished shoes clicking against the tile, that smug grin stretching his face like he was lord of all—
TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR A NIGHT.I wiped the marble counter in the lobby for the third time, the cloth gliding smoothly over the cool surface, but my mind was elsewhere—on the endless shift reports piling up in my office, the ache in my heels from these damn pumps. The hotel's chandelier c
HELL! MY BOSS CAUGHT ME NAKED.Laura's POV.I can’t believe Lily walked out on me in the middle of my crisis. I really thought she was my friend. Or at least that we’d become close since I started working here.I get that she’s trying to push me toward what I want… but does it have to be this hard?
IN HIS INNER OFFICE, PART 2I froze in my doorway, watching the phone ring. I refused to answer. Had Shalling told him about us? Had he seen us somewhere? Or was it just some busybody who knew our story, spotting me with his girlfriend?Unsettling questions tumbled through my mind.His call came ag







