LOGINXander sat there, watching his wife being pleasured by another man— her lover. He watched as he trailed kisses down her belly, as she quivered and responded to his every touch until he reached her fold. Tristan parted it with two fingers, testing to see how ready she was and without notice, he bent over, flicking his tongue over her clit. A sigh escaped her, raw— explosive. Xander kept watching, he couldn’t stop watching. Tristan noticed Ava was close to her climax, and with one swift move, he penetrated her, stroking away. The sheer force of this moment was so intense. Xander— still watching, took out his cock and pleasured himself. Ava opened her eyes slightly and saw Xander watching them while pleasuring himself and something inside her snapped.She rolled over Tristan, her palms pressed against his chest, pushing him down for a kiss so deep he groaned into her mouth.Xander inhaled sharply. Then Ava turned to him.Xander didn’t move— until she climbed onto his lap and kissed
Ava sat at the dining table with her laptop open, fingers shaking visibly.Xander hovered behind her like a storm cloud.Tristan’s video call came through. “Put me on speaker,” he said.“No,” Xander responded.“Yes,” Ava countered, staring Xander down.Tristan smirked on screen, satisfied with Ava’s response. “Alright, children, let’s draft this statement.”Xander growled. “Say ‘children’ one more time…”“Focus!” Ava slammed the table. “We need to figure this out before it gets out of hand.”Silence from both ends.Tristan began dictating. “We categorically deny the defamatory claims…”Ava typed fast like her life depended on it.“Mrs. Ava Moore was not involved in any inappropriate conduct…”“That sounds stiff,” Xander muttered.“Good. People will believe stiff over seductive,” Tristan replied.“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Ava snapped.Tristan shrugged. “Crisis management turns me on, I can’t help it.”Ava froze. Xander lunged toward the phone. Ava barely grabbed him.“Can b
Xander stormed into Ava’s office without knocking.His eyes were wild with rage, his jaw, clenched so tight the muscle twitched.Ava stood instantly.“Xander…?” She stuttered.“Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned in return. Tristan, who had been leaning against her desk obviously in the middle of a conversation, straightened.Xander threw his phone onto the table. A video was playing— a blurry clip leaked by someone at the office.The client leaving the meeting room looking furious. Ava storming out. Tristan behind her, his hand almost touching her waist. People whispering in the background.Xander’s voice cut through the room like a blade, pulling their attention from the video playing on his phone.“Aside from this video that’s been circulating rapidly, that man said you tried to seduce him to secure the deal in a press release.”Ava gasped. “What?! He… he propositioned me! He said.. ”“I don’t care what he said!” Xander roared.“I care that you didn’t tell me immediately it hap
The next morning, TMP building buzzed like a beehive kicked open.There were whispers on every floor. When Ava walked in, everyone in the office paused. Every smile was too knowing. She knew the gist of what had transpired between Xander and Tristan had spread throughout the office. “Did you see them at the gala…” someone whispered to her seat partner, “all three of them together…”“I heard Tristan touched her during the auction that was why Mr Moore flipped out.”“Ooou he looked furious…” the other said laughing. Ava tried to walk straight, chin up, She wanted to be so unbothered by the stares and side talks, but every step felt like walking through glass. Her literal walk of shame. When she reached her office, Justin, who was talking to a junior staff member, abruptly stopped talking. Ava shut her door a little too forcefully.Tristan was already inside, leaning back in her chair as though he belonged there.“You’re trending,” he said with a soft grin.“Don’t,” Ava snapped. Her
For one suspended second, the ballroom held its breath. Ava’s eyes widened as Xander’s fist came crashing down— but not on Tristan.The blow landed squarely on the table. A brutal, earth-shaking Slam that made every glass jump,Cutlery clatter, and conversations die mid-sentence.The impact echoed like a gunshot. Gasps erupted around them. And Tristan… Tristan just stared at him.Xander’s knuckles were white, pressed into the dent he’d driven into the tablecloth. A vein pulsed violently in his neck. But when he lifted his head, his eyes were burning with something far more unhinged than rage.Possession, Fear, Loss. All twisted together.Ava could barely breathe. “Xander…” she whispered, but the word barely made it out. He turned his glare on Tristan, voice low and raspy. “You think this is a game?” His chest heaved. “You think you can embarrass me… in my face… and I’ll just sit here like a fucking spectator?”Tristan’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t move an inch. Around them, murmurs sw
Ava went back to her table feeling worse than she felt before leaving to get some air. Just as she managed to settle herself in her seat, one of the socialites who had been gossiping about them glided past their table. Her champagne flute in hand, her eyes flicking over the three of them with far too much interest.She didn’t stop, but she slowed down enough for her gaze to linger on Tristan leaning slightly toward Ava… on Ava’s hand resting a little too close to Xander’s… then on the way Xander’s hand brushed Ava’s shoulder protectively.Her brows lifted, curiosity sparking like a match. She whispered something to the woman beside her, and suddenly three more heads turned in their direction.A ripple of speculation moved through the small cluster of glittering gowns.Soft gasps. Raised brows. Smiles that hinted at a scandal.Ava felt the heat of their attention before she even looked up. She shifted uncomfortably, nerves prickling.Xander didn’t notice. He was checking his phone.T







