LOGINNate’s POV I saw her message land while Maya was still in my kitchen. I know. Two words. That was all. I stared at them longer than I should have while the sound of Maya pouring water into a glass filled the quiet apartment. Something about the way Sophie had answered felt heavier than the words themselves. She had been off for days. Pulling away and then showing up at Miller’s only to sit beside me like her body was braced for impact. I had asked her straight out if the other night bothered her and she had lied to my face with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. I locked the phone and set it down. Maya came back to the couch and tucked her legs under herself. She was easy to be around. Low pressure. She didn’t ask for much and she didn’t dig into places I didn’t want to open. Most nights that was enough. Tonight her presence felt like a weight I had invited in and didn’t know how to carry properly. “You’re distracted,” she said. Not accusing. Just noticing. “Sorry. Long week.”
Sophie’s POV Saturday came whether I wanted it to or not. I spent most of the morning cleaning my apartment for no good reason, moving the same pile of mail from one surface to another and reorganizing a cabinet that did not need it. Every time my phone lit up I felt a stupid spike of tension. Most of the messages were nothing. Work. A friend asking about plans. One from my mother. Nothing from Nate. I told myself that was fine. He was busy. He had company. Maya had confirmed for Saturday and I had told him to have fun like it didn’t scrape anything raw inside me. By late afternoon the restlessness got bad enough that I left the apartment. I walked without a real destination, headphones in, music loud enough to crowd out my own thoughts. It only half worked. My brain kept supplying images I hadn’t asked for. Her shoes by his door again. His smile aimed at someone else. The easy way she had touched him. I ended up near the park we used to haunt in high school, the one with the cro
Sophie’s POV I slept badly. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the black heels by his door and the way Maya’s hand had rested on his arm like it belonged there. I kept hearing the soft sound of that kiss in the hallway. By the time the sky started to lighten I had given up on real sleep and just lay there staring at the ceiling, restless and irritated with myself. It shouldn’t have mattered. That was the part that kept looping. Nate was allowed to have people over. He was allowed to kiss someone. He was allowed to have a girl look at him the way Maya had looked at him. None of it was my business. We were friends. We had only ever been friends. I had no claim on his nights or his couch or the way he smiled at someone else. Knowing that did not make the tight feeling in my chest go away. I dragged myself through the morning on coffee and autopilot. Work blurred past in a string of emails and meetings I barely registered. Every free second my mind slid back to his apartment. The low
Sophie’s POV I didn’t text him before I went over. That was the first mistake. I usually did. A quick message on the way, something stupid like “I’m coming over, hide the evidence” or “you better have food.” It was our thing. Habit. The kind of small ritual that made showing up at his place feel automatic, like walking into a room that already knew me. Tonight I just drove. My head was loud. Work had been a mess, one of those days where every small thing stacked on top of the last until I felt scraped thin. I wanted something familiar. Nate was familiar. He always had been. Since we were fifteen and sixteen, since the group of us used to pile into someone’s car and drive around with no destination, he had been the constant. The one who stayed steady when everything else shifted. I parked under the crooked streetlight outside his building and sat there for a second with the engine off. The air was cool. I could hear someone’s music thumping faintly from an open window higher up. I
Liora’s POV I woke up wet. Not from a dream. From the solid heat of Remy’s thigh between mine and the slow, unconscious way he was hard against my hip even in sleep. Morning light was already leaking through the curtains. His arm was heavy across my waist. His breath was warm against the back of my neck. I shifted just enough to feel the drag of his cock against my skin. He made a low sound in his throat but didn’t wake. I reached back and wrapped my fingers around him. He was thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip. I stroked him once, slow, from root to head, and felt him pulse in my hand. “Liora.” His voice was rough with sleep. His hips pushed forward into my grip. “Morning,” I said. He kissed the back of my neck, open-mouthed, and then bit down just hard enough to make me gasp. His hand slid from my waist to my breast, thumb dragging over my nipple until it tightened. “You’re soaked,” he muttered against my skin, fingers already slipping between my thighs from behind. He
Remy’s POV I stayed. She fell asleep with her head on my chest and one hand resting over my heart, exactly where she had put it. I lay awake longer than she did, listening to her breathe, feeling the steady weight of her, and understanding that the contract we had signed in that quiet lawyer’s office no longer described the thing we were living. Morning came soft and gray. She woke slowly, blinking up at me with the kind of unguarded expression I had only seen in pieces before. Neither of us rushed to fill the silence. We just looked at each other while the city started to move outside the windows. “Hi,” she said, voice rough from sleep. “Hi.” She stretched against me and then went still, like she was remembering everything that had led to this bed and this morning. I brushed my thumb along her bare shoulder and felt her shiver. “We have the event tonight,” she said. “We do.” “Are we still going as a contract?” I considered the question. The honest answer was simple. “No,”
LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. “Please fuck my greedy pussy… Daddy.” My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le
LANA Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My pussy felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the w
LANAThe door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the
LANAMom helped me carry my suitcase upstairs to my room. It was the same one I always stayed in during summers, nothing fancy but it felt like mine. She hugged me again at the door.“Get settled in, baby. Dinner will be ready soon.” She said and I nodded and closed the door behind her.I pulled ou







