LOGINGreer’s POV He leaned in and kissed me. It was hard, possessive, almost punishing. His tongue claimed my mouth as his hands roamed down my body, as if he needed to remind himself that I was here, naked, and his. He pulled back, breathing heavily, then lifted me again and carried me straight into the large walk-in shower. The hot water cascaded over both of us, soaking his clothes. He didn’t seem to care. He pressed me against the cool tiled wall, his fully dressed body pinning my bare one beneath the spray.“I can still smell him on you,” he growled against my neck. His hands moved roughly, lathering soap over my skin, my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. He washed me with intense focus, scrubbing every inch where Desmond had touched me. His fingers slid between my legs, cleaning me there too, possessive and thorough.I gasped, gripping his wet shirt as the combination of hot water and his touch sent conflicting waves of fear and unwanted arousal through me.“Calder… your
Greer’s POV He appeared like a storm, grabbing Desmond by the collar and ripping him off me with terrifying strength. The first punch landed with a sickening crack. Then another. And another. Calder beat him mercilessly, fists flying with raw, uncontrolled rage. Desmond tried to fight back but stood no chance.“Calder, stop!” I screamed, my voice hoarse. “You’re going to kill him!”Calder had Desmond on the ground, pounding his face repeatedly. Blood was everywhere. Desmond was barely conscious.“Calder, please!” I cried, rushing forward and grabbing his arm. Tears streamed down my bruised face. “Stop! Let’s just go. Please… I want to leave. Take me away from here.” His chest was heaving, his knuckles bloody. He looked at me, eyes still wild with fury, then back at Desmond’s beaten form. For a terrifying second, I thought he might actually kill him.But he stopped.He stood up, breathing heavily, and scooped me into his arms without a word. I clung to him, sobbing into his chest a
Greer’s POVI was too tired to fight him. With a heavy sigh, I got into the car. The leather seat felt cool against my skin as I buckled in. Desmond closed the door gently and jogged around to the driver’s side. As we pulled away from the mansion, I kept stealing glances in the side mirror, half-expecting to see Calder storming out.“Where are we going?” I asked after a few minutes of silence.Desmond smiled softly, keeping his eyes on the road. “It’s a surprise. But I know you’re going to love it. You deserve something beautiful after everything you’ve been through lately. Just relax, okay? I’ve got you.”I nodded weakly and leaned my head against the window, watching the city blur past. My mind was racing. I felt terrible. Desmond was so genuinely kind, so thoughtful… and here I was, preparing to break his heart while still tangled up with my stepfather. The guilt sat like a rock in my stomach.After about twenty minutes, the car slowed down and turned into a beautiful, secluded ga
Greer’s POVI sat there on Cassey’s couch, my hands twisting nervously in my lap as I finished telling her everything, my plans, my regrets, how desperately I wanted to change. The silence that followed felt endless. I braced myself for more disappointment, for her to tell me she needed space or that she couldn’t be friends with someone like me anymore.Instead, Cassey let out a long, shaky breath and looked me straight in the eyes.“I need to be honest with you too,” she said quietly. “Last night… after I left the bar, I went home and I was so angry. So disgusted. I actually called Veda.”My heart stopped. The color drained from my face. “You… you called her?”Cassey nodded, looking guilty. “I had her number dialed and she picked it up. I was this close, Greer. To tell her everything I saw in those messages. I wanted to expose you. I wanted her to know what you’ve been doing behind her back because I was so hurt and confused.”Tears welled up in my eyes again. The fear that hit me w
Greer’s POVLater that night, I sat outside Cassey’s apartment building on the curb for almost an hour after she left me at the bar. Diego had come to pick me up when I finally called him, but I couldn’t bring myself to go home yet. I kept staring at my phone, hoping Cassey would reply.She never did.The alcohol had worn off, leaving me with a pounding headache and a deep, aching emptiness. My best friend knew the truth now. And the way she had looked at me… I had never felt so dirty in my life.I finally asked Diego to take me back to the house. When I got home, the place was quiet. I slipped upstairs to my room without seeing anyone and locked the door.I curled up on my bed still wearing the little black dress Cassey had lent me, hugging my knees to my chest as fresh tears fell.Everything was collapsing. My job. My reputation. My mother’s love. And now… my best friendship.All because of Calder.And the worst part was, even now, a small, sick part of me still craved his touch. Hi
Cassey’s POVI pushed open the door to my apartment and slammed it shut behind me, twisting the lock with shaking fingers. My heart was still pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I leaned back against the door, breathing heavily, trying to process what I had just seen and heard.It couldn’t be real.I kept replaying the messages in my head, the filthy things Calder had written to Greer. The way he called her “baby,” the graphic descriptions of what he wanted to do to her body, how he claimed she belonged to him. And worse, Greer’s replies. She hadn’t denied it. She had responded to him.My best friend was sleeping with her stepfather. I started pacing around my living room like a caged animal, hands running through my hair. “No… no, no, no,” I muttered under my breath. “This can’t be happening. Greer? Of all people?”The disgust sat heavy in my stomach, making me feel physically sick. He was married to her mother. The thought of the two of them together — of him touching her
Greer’s POV After the meeting, the board members, as I finally recognised, left. I had to have a conversation with her. To know what kind of motive she has. I wasn't even interested in it. I know nothing about Rhys' cooperation. I love fashion. I want to own a beauty brand store and a fashion stor
Greer’s POVThe fullness. He gave me no time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again hard. The bed shook with every brutal thrust."Fuck." I gasped. "Calder... so deep." He gripped my hips tight enough to leave marks and pounded into me relentlessly. Each stroke hit that perfect spot inside
Greer’s POVVeda was somewhere in the house. Wells too. But the pull toward him felt stronger than fear right now. He leaned down slowly, giving me time to pull away. When I did not, he kissed me. Soft at first then deeper. His tongue traced my lips and I opened for him. The kiss turned hungry. Pos
Greer’s POVThe gesture felt tender after everything. But I knew the danger beneath it. Calder Rhys was not just my stepfather anymore. He was a man who would break others to keep me. And deep down a part of me craved that protection even while it terrified me.I stepped back first. "I should go be







