LOGINGenevieve GenevieveNobody pays attention to a woman in workout clothes, power walking through a wealthy neighborhood with her headphones securely on—even if nobody recognizes her, and even if she tends to pause on the sidewalk outside a particular house every single day.For men, it’s entirely different. Strange men who linger are instantly flagged as creepy, potential stalkers, or someone the neighborhood watch needs to keep an eye on. But a woman? A woman can walk a regular route every single day, and nobody will ever think twice.From what I can tell, absolutely nobody’s noticed me all these weeks as I've casually passed Sarah’s house. Sometimes I stop briefly—but just for a second—looking down at my phone as if I just received an important text that stopped me in my tracks. I’m just a harmless, ordinary female athlete, after all.Sometimes I drive by her place instead of walking, but a car is different. A car is far more noticeable, more likely to arouse curiosity in an exclusiv
Sarah“Have I told you how stunning you look tonight?” Julian leans in close, planting a warm kiss right below my ear.“Many times,” I murmur, but a shiver runs through me anyway. His lips travel slowly down over the hollow of my throat, making me arch into him in pure pleasure.“Good. You deserve to know how I’ll be thinking of how sexy you are all fucking night.” His hand snakes up my thigh, gently pulling at the fine silk fabric of my dress.At first, when he’d told me we’d be taking a private limo to the event tonight without my friends, I was genuinely upset. It’s late October, and with Halloween fast approaching this coming Monday, the city is buzzing with an erratic, festive energy. I’d wanted to spend as much time with my friends as possible before the holiday madness and our upcoming plans took over. I didn’t put up a fight for long, however. All it took was Julian telling me that because he had to share me for most of the night, he just wanted a private, stolen moment betwee
Christian Good. So far, so good with Genevieve. I have absolute buy-in. She’s entirely willing to go along with the ultimate play. I let the weight of the conversation simmer for a while. I don't want to hit her with the entire, intricate plan all at once and completely overwhelm her. But Gavin and I have put together a rock-solid initial outline, and it's time to test the waters. For one thing, the execution has to happen on Halloween. Between right now and November second, when Julian is scheduled to meet his high-priced lawyer to blow up the relationship, there’s no other day on the calendar that makes tactical sense. Today is Tuesday the twenty-fifth. Tomorrow or the next day—Wednesday or Thursday—is just too soon. I need more prep time than that. The weekend is absolutely not going to work either. Friday and Saturday nights are far too unpredictable, and based on my deep dive into Sarah’s public F******k page, she seems to reserve those specific nights for high-society outings
Genevieve“So that leaves only one realistic option,” says Christian, standing tall in the center of his living room.“What’s that?” I ask, keeping my voice soft, almost fragile. I’m seated on his plush leather couch, having patiently listened to him spend the last twenty minutes discounting other ridiculous options that were never really options at all.It’s half past six. I’m back at Christian’s condo for the second time today. After our frantic morning meeting, I drove straight back to Grace Park to execute the most nerve-wracking part of my day: slipping back into the house and carefully returning Julian’s laptop and that damning green journal to their exact, dusty spots on his home office desk. Then, I forced myself to sit at my own computer and pretend to do some work on the charity website from home—or at least, I tried to. In reality, I was just staring blankly at the screen for hours, eagerly wondering what brilliant master plan Christian would come up with.“And mind you, I’
SarahThe blush creeps from my cheeks all the way down to my chest. I meet the eyes of my friends, unable to form words as I recount the simple sentence he’d written. How do only eight words have me wishing our party was already over and he was making good on his promise?“Is it romantic?” Winnie asks whimsically.My lips rub together coyly. “You could say that.”In one fluid movement, Emma leans forward and snatches the note from my hands. She quickly reads over the note, throwing it back into my lap with a loud groan. “I get hey you up texts and you get shit like this? Not fair,” she whines.Winnie grabs the note from my lap, doing it a lot gentler than our friend just did. Her cheeks get pink immediately as she hands it back, her eyes wide.“That wasn’t for either of you to read,” I murmur, pulling the present into my lap.“I’m glad I did. Next time a man sends me a dick pic as foreplay, I know what I’m missing out on.”I ignore the conversation between the two of them as I pull at
Sarah“Are you sure this looks bridal?” I spin in front of the mirror, catching the eyes of my best friends in the mirror. My hands run down the silk dress, marveling at the way it hugs my curves perfectly, but still leaves a little to the imagination.“You look hot as fuck,” Emma chirps from behind me. She picks up a pair of my red bottoms, raising her eyebrows as she inspects the heel.“I think you look stunning,” Winnie agrees.“Is it chic enough? Formal enough? I didn’t know when Marcus suggested an engagement party that it would be this…elaborate.”Emma hums. “Keep telling yourself that, Mar. You’re marrying into old money; every occasion is an excuse to throw a party.”I grab a pearl studded headband from the armoire in the far closet. I haven’t slept in my bed since the night Marcus and I returned from the business trip, but I’ve been insistent on keeping my closet up here instead of moving all my things in with Marcus. It’s nice to have a space that feels like my own, to have
MarcusMarcus knew finally fucking Sarah would change things for him, but he hadn’t thought it would feel so catastrophic. The way she wrapped around him perfectly fooled his brain into thinking she was made for him—that they were perfect together. It was a shame she had only promised him to keep u
SarahSarah was completely and utterly fucked. Metaphorically, at least.Physically? She hoped to be by the end of all this.She watched Marcus’s tongue peek out to wet his lips, silently applauding herself for how long she had managed to fight the undeniable chemistry crackling between them. She h
GenevieveGenevieve continued the Google search she had started previously, her eyes narrowing as she filtered through potential investment advisers. She had narrowed the list down to four candidates, each one more unappealing than the last until she reached the final entry.First was a man named B
Marcus“You’re sure the interstate is closed up ahead?” Marcus asked, his voice tight with the effort of keeping the SUV on the road.“Would you like to check yourself?” Sarah seethed.Marcus braved a look at her out of the corner of his eye. She was shaking her phone at him, some traffic app pulle







