FAZER LOGINMARIAN.My heart is racing wildly, and I can feel a huge lump starting to lodge itself at the back of my throat as I contemplate hanging up. My fingers tremble, my palms are excruciatingly sweaty as I wait for a moment.The phone is still pressed to my ear when the voice on the other end speaks, calm and sure, like she’s been expecting this exact moment.“Marian Alford,” She says my name as if she has known me for a long time. “I’ve been waiting for you to call. I’m glad you finally did.”My breath catches as the words hit deeper than they should, settling somewhere deep in my chest. I sit up straighter in my chair, fingers tightening around the phone until the plastic creaks.Did the brothers already know? If they do, when? How? I haven’t even said anything to them yet.But, knowing them, I should have known that they would have caught a whiff. I mean, the signs were all there—the saved numbers of multiple divorce lawyers, them showing up that day.But still, I’d made up my mind to n
MARIAN. My hands shake as I stand in the kitchen and draw in a sharp breath, the clock on the wall ticking past midnight like it’s mocking me. The house feels colder now, and I pull open the fridge, scanning for something quick, something that won’t take forever because my body is screaming for rest. My pussy is still sore even though the brothers had taken extra care to make sure that I was comfortable. I’d slept for five hours back in their house, but my body still needs more. Finally, I settled on scrambled eggs, soft, fluffy, whisked with a splash of milk, and I paired it with warm toast sliced thin and a simple bowl of oatmeal, creamy and mild with just a hint of honey. Nothing overly fancy. Nothing that could upset his stomach after everything he’s been through with those injuries. My fingers move on autopilot, the pan heating with a soft sizzle as I stir the eggs gently, the steam rising. The aroma is comforting, but my chest stays tight, that lingering warmth from the bro
Heat surged through Sebastian’s veins. He hadn’t come to his professor’s office for the most innocent of reasons either, but he hadn’t expected to see the man there. He swallowed, his vision tunneling on Professor Jaylen’s big, bulging cock that he held in his hand, and that had caused his own blood to flow directly to his dick, making it even harder than it was before. He’d woken up thinking about his professor, his mind had replayed how he’d fucked the older man over and over again, and when he tried to jerk of to the thought, it had done nothing but made him harder. “You know how much I hate repeating myself, don’t you?” Jayden’s voice jolted Sebastian out of his thoughts, and without a second thought, Sebastian dropped to his knees in front of Jayden, eyes locked on the professor’s dick. The thick shaft pulsed in the cool office air, veins bulging, the fat head of the dick glistened with a steady leak of precum that dripped in heavy, shiny strings onto the floor. “Good boy.”
MARIAN.My hands shake as I stand in the kitchen and draw in a sharp breath, the clock on the wall ticking past midnight like it’s mocking me. The house feels colder now, and I pull open the fridge, scanning for something quick, something that won’t take forever because my body is screaming for rest.My pussy is still sore even though the brothers had taken extra care to make sure that I was comfortable. I’d slept for five hours back in their house, but my body still needs more.Finally, I settled on scrambled eggs, soft, fluffy, whisked with a splash of milk, and I paired it with warm toast sliced thin and a simple bowl of oatmeal, creamy and mild with just a hint of honey.Nothing overly fancy. Nothing that could upset his stomach after everything he’s been through with those injuries.My fingers move on autopilot, the pan heating with a soft sizzle as I stir the eggs gently, the steam rising. The aroma is comforting, but my chest stays tight, that lingering warmth from the brothers
“Damn you really are a fucking slut for degradation, aren’t you?” Sebastian laughed darkly, leaning over Jayden’s broad back, teeth scraping along the professor’s neck before biting down hard enough to leave a mark.Sebastian knew that after this, the professor was going to be a teeny bit angry, the man had always warned him about marks. Jayden was okay if the mark was left on his ass or back or his stomach, but not somewhere visible.He would cross that bridge when they got to it, he would take whatever the professor would throw at him after this.Sebastian has always wanted to see Jayden the next day and know that he had given the professor that mark on his neck, he had been meaning to do that since the very first day Professor Jayden came to their school.He, Sebastian, had also been one of the students that had been a little intimidated by the professor until he walked in on the professor jerking off to a hardcore gay porn.That had been the first day Sebastian gave the professor
MARIAN.“I asked you a question, Marian, and I’ll be damned if you’re unable to provide an answer.” Malcolm barks, and I can feel the lump getting even bigger in my throat as I think of what to say.I could lie, but I have no idea what to say. The silence in the room stretches like a wire pulled too tight, humming with the kind of pressure that makes my ears ring.My heart slams against my ribs, each beat loud enough that I swear Malcolm can hear it from where he stands. My fingers tremble at my sides, and I curl them into the fabric of my trench coat, gripping so hard the seams dig into my palms.“I was….” My voice trails off, and I want to step back, to put the width of the room between us, but my legs feel rooted to the polished floor.My breath comes shallow, quick little pulls that don’t quite fill my lungs, and a cold sweat prickles along my spine even though the house isn’t that chilly.Why am I so scared? It’s not like he can hurt me.Malcolm’s bandaged face twists, the visibl
MARIAN.My eyes grow wide at the sound of the voice, and I can hear my heart racing as if it’s desperately trying to tear through my ribs. My head still pounds, but the rest of my muscles feel relaxed, so I’m guessing the headache is because of how much whiskey I consumed.Running my fingers throug
MARIAN. The VIP section is quiet as I feel all four brother’s eyes on me. My body burns, and my grip around my clutch tightens so hard that my knuckles turn white, it’s almost as if it’s the only thing I’m looking to as an anchor. A low guttural laugh emanates from Zayden as he stands to his feet
MARIAN.For the umpteenth time, I toss the dress I am holding aside. It’s red, and it would have been perfect for a club outfit, but it’s too long, it’s the kind of dress worn to corporate events, and I’m not going to any corporate event.I want heads to turn the moment I walk in, I want the room t
MARIAN.“Let’s get a divorce, Marian.”My eyes widen, but not because of the statement, but because of how much thought he has put into getting a divorce.Well, at least that proves he’ll put effort into something if it means getting away from me—the woman who stuck with him for ten years, and hand







