تسجيل الدخولMARIAN.My mouth opens, and for a second I don’t know what to say as I stare at Celine from her bare toes up to the top of her head. She’s wrapped in nothing but a white bedsheet, the fabric clutched tight under her arms, hair mussed, cheeks still flushed like she just rolled out of my husband’s bed.My husband’s bed. The same bed I’ve been forced to share a roof with for years while he treated me like furniture that still had to look pretty for company.I don’t care. No. But I do feel very sorry for her because she’s definitely lost her job because of someone that isn’t worth it. I’m her boss, I can fire her, and Malcolm wouldn’t dare interfere with that decision.I turn back to Malcolm slowly, the bags still heavy in my hands, and the laugh that comes out of me is soft and almost musical. “Would you look at that?” I sing, the words light and mocking.“Just when I didn’t think you could sink any lower, you prove me wrong and go straight down to hell.” I add with another fit of laught
MARIAN.The weekend comes faster than I anticipated. The days after the brothers’ visit to my office blurs faster than I actually expect, they still show up unexpectedly, but this time they make sure to call just as they’re getting into the building.It’s a little better because I can tell Celine beforehand that I have an appointment with the Dreadmoors so she can send them in, that way, there’ll be less suspicions as to why they keep showing up.Somewhere in the middle of the week they took me shopping, made private appointments for me, ensured that whatever fitting I had to do was behind closed doors because they knew about my concern about a scandal.I simply cannot afford one. I’m making progress with Zelda, and she’s being really really helpful to me. The last thing I want to do is ruin all her hard work because I was being careless.I would never forgive myself if I ever did that.The brothers buy me more things that I never thought I’d own—soft silks that cling, lace that barel
MARIAN.I swallow hard as Celine’s voice comes through the phone. Malcolm is on the line? Why the hell is he calling right now? Of all the moments—when there are four pairs of hands on me, when the air in my own office feels thick enough to choke on—he chooses this exact second.What the fuck is he even calling for? Nothing is ever urgent to Malcolm whenever it comes to me, does he need me to get him a fucking condom so that he can fuck the whore he’s decided to cheat on me with?Zephyr’s fingers are still under my blouse, palm hot against the lace of my bra in the kind of way that makes my breath hitch, and Zayden’s thumb keeps stroking slow circles just above my navel.Aeron’s grip at the back of my neck hasn’t loosened, and Tristan’s fucking gorgeous body is pressed hard against my spine, the hard line of him impossible to ignore.They haven’t moved an inch. If anything, they’ve drawn closer the second the intercom sounded. Zephyr’s mouth curves against the shell of my ear. “Well?”
ZEPHYR.Shaking my head, we really have to do something for her to make up her mind to come with us. I laugh as I push off the desk and close the gap between us faster than she can blink.The temperature in the room spikes so dangerously that it almost feels suffocating. She’s close enough now that I can smell the faint citrus on her skin, and I can feel the heat rising off her body.Her pulse jumps at the side of her throat, and my eyes drops to her mouth for half a second before I lock them on hers again. “You’ll change your mind,” I tell her, my voice gruff. “You’ll come with us. And we won’t have to force a single fucking thing.”She doesn’t step back, instead, she looks me right in the eyes with her chin still high, spine straight, even though her thighs press together under that skirt and her breathing has gone shallow.“I’m not one of your conquests, Zephyr.” She swallows, doing everything within her power to ensure that she doesn’t look away from me, but little does she know t
ZEPHYR.When she walks in, I can’t take my eyes off her, and I know damn well that neither can my brothers. We’ve always wanted her, even before she married Malcolm, and now that we’ve had a taste, stopping isn’t an option.Marian is standing there in that silk blouse and pencil skirt, and even though her dressing is not revealing anything, I feel like I’m going nuts with the simple need of tearing the clothes out of her.Her lips are still parted from her earlier question, and even though she had tried to force her voice into firmness, I can still see her pulse fluttering at the base of her throat, nipples already tight against the lace I know is underneath.“You guys shouldn’t—”“Took you long enough.” I say before she can finish talking, my voice is low, but loud enough to carry. “We were starting to think you’d run.” I add.Tristan laughs, the sound throaty as he looks at her, his eyes grazing her skin in a way that makes her cheeks turn so visibly red. “I guess none of us won tha
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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.Walking as fast as my legs can carry me into my safest space in this house, I slam the door to my private bedroom shut behind me, the heavy click echoing like a gunshot in the quiet space. My chest heaves, lungs burning as I lean back against the polished wood, fingers trembling against the
MARIAN.His eyes stay on me, and it feels as though I’m in a staring contest with him, a contest I know all too well that I’m going to lose, and true to that, I did not just blink, but I also looked away.When he looks at me like that, I think in directions I shouldn’t. I start imagining things I k
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







