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100 WAYS TO SIN FUCK THE DONOR 3
Eliana The next board session ran late on purpose. Development wanted a final review of the donor recognition wall before the fabrication order went in. I stayed because the clinical seat required it and because Shawn Thorne was sitting across from me again in another perfect suit, and leaving early would have looked like retreat. By 7:40 the room had emptied to four people. By 7:55 it was him, me, and a junior development officer who finally took a phone call in the hall and did not come back. The door stayed open. The building hummed. Shawn closed his folder and looked at me over the wreckage of water glasses and marked-up floor plans. “You have rounds.” “Not until nine.” “Then you have time.” “For what.” “The staffing model you mentioned in the wing. You never finished the risk column.” It was a thin excuse and we both knew it. I should have packed my bag. Instead I pulled the relevant page from my folder and slid it across the table. Shawn stood, walked around, and sat i
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Shawn I canceled two calls on the ride back to the office and still could not get the cafeteria out of my head. Dr. Eliana Rossi. Thirty. White coat over a blouse that had seen an actual shift. No performance smile. No donor-handling voice. She had looked at my check the way she looked at a lab result that did not impress her and then explained transfer delays like I was intelligent enough to keep up. That alone put her in a category most people never reached. I wanted her attention again. Not the room’s. Hers. Thursday’s design walkthrough was a formality for most of the board. For me it was a scheduled collision. I arrived early and took the same seat across from where she had sat the first time. When she walked in at 4:58 with her hair pulled back and the same unimpressed calm, something in my chest pulled tight. She nodded at the chair. She did not look at me until she had opened her folder. When she finally did, the contact was brief and exact, like she was confirming a vital
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Eliana The boardroom on the twelfth floor smelled like coffee and new money. I took the seat two down from the chair, white coat still on over my blouse because I had come straight from rounds and refused to perform the polished version of myself for people who wrote checks and called it medicine. The agenda sat in front of me. Expansion of the cardiac wing. Naming rights. A donor who wanted his name on glass and steel in return for a number that would keep the wing open for a decade. Shawn Thorne walked in seven minutes late and did not apologize. I had seen his face on the financial news and once on a billboard near the airport. Thirty-three. Dark suit that looked poured on. No tie. The kind of calm that came from never having to raise his voice to get a room to rearrange itself around him. He shook hands with the chair, with the development officer, with the chief of staff. When he reached my side of the table he paused. “Dr. Rossi.” “Mr. Thorne.” His eyes held mine a secon
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Mara I woke to the sound of Ethan moving in the kitchen. The guest room ceiling was unfamiliar in the gray morning light. My body held the ache of the living room floor and the deeper bruise of being seen. I sat up, looked at the ring on my hand, and took it off. The pale band of skin underneath looked permanent. I set the ring on the nightstand and left it there. Ethan was at the counter with coffee when I came down. He had not slept much. The takeout bag from the night before sat in the trash. He glanced at my bare left hand and then at my face and nodded once as if a prediction had come true. “You’re leaving,” he said. “Yes.” “For him.” “For me. And yes, for him.” He wrapped both hands around his mug. The house felt smaller with the truth sitting at the table between us. Outside a neighbor’s car door shut. Life continued on the street as if the Ellison marriage had not ended on a living room rug the night before. “I keep replaying Friday,” Ethan said. “The way he looked at
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Mara Tuesday started like any other day built on a lie. Ethan kissed my cheek at the door at 7:40 and left for the office with his travel mug and a reminder that his late meeting meant he would not be home until after nine. I smiled. I told him to drive safe. I shut the door and leaned against it until the sound of his car faded down the street. At 6:03 I unlocked the back door. At 6:10 Adrian walked in. He did not speak. He crossed the kitchen, backed me into the counter, and kissed me like the three days since the bathroom had been a form of starvation. I got his shirt off. He dragged my leggings down. We made it as far as the living room rug before he pushed into me on the floor with my legs over his shoulders and my hands braced on the coffee table leg. He fucked me deep and steady while the house stayed quiet around us and the last of the daylight drained out of the windows. “Missed this cunt,” he muttered against my mouth. “Missed watching you take me. Missed filling you w
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Mara Ethan walked through the front door at 8:40 with his suitcase and a smile that looked genuine from a distance. I met him in the entry. He kissed my cheek first, then my mouth, brief and familiar. His arms closed around me and I hugged him back while my body still held the deep ache of his brother bending me over in the hallway less than twenty-four hours earlier. Ethan smelled like plane air and the cologne he kept in his carry-on. I smiled when he pulled back because smiling was what the moment required. “Missed you,” he said. “Missed you too.” He talked through dinner about the meetings and the food in Singapore and a colleague who had gotten engaged. I passed him water and asked the right questions and felt Adrian’s absence in the house like a held breath. Ethan’s phone sat face up on the table. At 9:15 it lit with a message from Adrian. Ethan glanced at it and laughed. “He’s asking if the deck survived my inspection. I told him to come by Friday for dinner. Hope that’s
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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
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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
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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
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LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li
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