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EIGHTY FIVE

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SAMANTHA

The door swung open before I knocked the second time.

Macey stood there in leggings and a cropped hoodie, hair piled on top of her head in that messy, effortless way that made her look like she lived on Pinterest.

She barely blinked before smirking. “Girl, my brother refused to let you go without imprinting himself on you. You reek of sex.”

Heat crept up my neck and flushed my cheeks. “Hi, Mace.”

She leaned on the doorframe like she was hosting a talk show. “Hi, Sam. You wanna come in? Or just stand there marinated in whatever testosterone-laced cologne situation you’ve got going on?”

I snorted and stepped inside, trying to act like I didn’t feel like I was leaking Mason all over her hallway.

“Go shower,” she said, shutting the door behind me with a snap. “You smell like you were baptized in sex. Like dipped and held under.”

I shot her a glare over my shoulder. “You’re not normal.”

“And you’re not very subtle,” she called out as I headed toward the guest room. “Wine’s downsta
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    SAMANTHAI slammed the door in her face.Hard.The sound hit the air like a slap, sharp and final, and for a second, everything went still.My pulse pounded in my ears. The hallway seemed to tilt beneath me, the silence ringing so loud it felt like screaming.I turned to Macey, breath short and ragged. My hands trembled at my sides.“What the fuck, Mace?” My voice cracked, hoarse with disbelief. “What the actual hell is going on?”She didn’t even blink. Her arms stayed crossed over her chest like she was bracing herself for impact. But her voice? Calm. Too calm.“She just wants to talk.”I blinked, almost laughed. “Are you serious right now? You thought it was a good idea to ambush me with Audrey? For what… closure? Reconciliation over tea? You do remember Mason cheated on her with me, right?”“She’s not here to scream,” Macey said, firm. “She just wants a conversation.”“Great. That’s not traumatic at all,” I snapped. “You invited her into your apartment and thought what? We’d have a

  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   AUTHOR’S NOTE

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  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   NINETY EIGHT

    SAMANTHAI woke up with a plan.Read two chapters. Revise lecture notes. Maybe attempt that sketch I'd been putting off since forever. I had a project due for Advanced Fashion Illustration, and my brain needed to be on, like, now.Only... I couldn’t move.Not because I was tired.Because Mason was still inside me.Literally.I blinked at the ceiling in pure horror.The room was dim, golden morning light slipping through the curtains. His arm was slung over my waist, palm resting low on my belly like he owned me. And his body was wrapped around mine, warm and possessive and impossibly close.I froze, not breathing. Oh no.I shifted—barely—and felt him still there. Still connected. Still thick and deep and insanely not conducive to productivity.And then, like a scene straight out of a hot mess rom-com, he stirred in his sleep. Just slightly. Just enough for him to harden again, stretching me from the inside like my body had been waiting for this exact moment to betray me.I sucked in a

  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   NINETY SEVEN

    SAMANTHAMr. Carter didn’t speak.He just watched me from across the room, arms folded, an unreadable expression on his face. Not angry. Not kind. Just… sharp. Quiet.And somehow, that was worse.I kept my eyes on the bookshelf behind him, like maybe if I stared long enough, I’d melt into it. There was a row of leather-bound books, with titles I couldn’t make out. Some law. Some history. Some generic, intellectual crap that screamed power and wealth and don’t mess with me.He still didn’t speak.God. Please say something. Yell. Question. Judge me. Just don’t sit there. Don’t make me sit in this silence like a student about to be expelled.“I—” I started, but my voice barely made a sound. I shut my mouth again.Still nothing.He tapped one finger on the armrest. Calm. Controlled. And then…“Why’d you let it happen?” He asked, voice low, cutting through the air like glass. “With Mason. When he was still with Audrey.”I froze.The shame hit hard, like a cold slap to the face. It crawled u

  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   NINETY SIX

    SAMANTHAI got dressed slowly, like dragging myself through water.Every movement felt heavier than it should’ve. The emerald green dress hung on the back of the closet door like it was watching me. Judging me. Pretty. Elegant. Safe.The kind of dress you wear when you want to be noticed, but not too much. When you want to say, “I belong here,” even if deep down, you’re not sure you do.I slipped it on anyway. It hugged my figure in that careful, flattering way… respectful, not desperate. Modest, but still me.I curled my hair into soft waves, letting them fall over one shoulder. Pinned back one side so it looked intentional. Composed. In control.Makeup was minimal, dewy foundation, a little blush, mascara, and nude lips. Just enough to glow. Not enough to scream, "Look at me."I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard. I just… wanted to look like I still fit into Mason’s world. Into the Carters’ world. Even if I wasn’t sure I did anymore.I stared at my reflection, trying not

  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   NINETY FIVE

    SAMANTHAI couldn’t sleep. I’d been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, but Mason hadn’t moved.His arm was still draped over my waist, heavy and warm. His breathing, slow and steady, tickled the back of my neck.Mine wasn’t.My heart was racing. My mind was a mess.What if they hate me? What if I say the wrong thing? What if they still want Audrey?God. I hated that one the most.I shifted again, careful not to wake him, but of course he noticed. Mason always noticed.His fingers brushed over my lower back, lazy and gentle. “You’re thinking too much again.”I didn’t say anything. Just nodded into the pillow.He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, voice thick with sleep. “You want a distraction?”I finally glanced back at him. “Like what?”His lips curved into the smallest smile. “Let me take you out tomorrow. Just you and me. Somewhere nice. You deserve it.”I sighed. “You’re just trying to stop me from having a panic attack.”“Exactly,” he said, completely unbothered. “So let me

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