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ALEXANDER“I’ll see you later,” Darlene whispered before she stood on her pink-polished tiptoes to press her soft lips to mine.Her short dark hair was tousled and wavy from my hands dragging and pulling through it, her lips appearing fuller in that after-sex way so that my heart swelled with pride as I laced my hands possessively around the small of her back and forced my tongue in her mouth, kissing her hard.My wife was breathing hard when I broke away, her chest rising flush against me before she shimmied from my hip, nodding and looking away distractedly as she walked out the room, only stopping briefly at the door to give my brother a lingering look he returned.I was about to speak up, but something in me hesitated when I saw the way his body was turned toward Darlene, looking down at her like she was holding up the line at his favorite food mall, until she snapped her head away and headed out, disappearing out of sight and making me chuckle briefly.No one ever won a stare-dow

FREDRICKI was beginning to think, that there was something wrong with me as I paced the gold-encrusted space of my chambers, a faceless woman sleeping idly on the bed behind me, out cold.”Goddammit,” I muttered, my eyes flashing as I watched the half-naked strawberry-haired blonde man who was dry-heaving sobs in the blue-tinted mirror vanity.There had to be something wrong, why else couldn't I get the image of Darlene’s puffy pussy lips out of my head? My twin brother’s wife?How the hell was I supposed to get anything done? When everywhere I turn the woman was right there! I’d been on my way to his office, Xander. Couldn't remember for the life of me, where I'd kept my own set of keys, but I decided I was going to give it a shot. He was probably going to be there too, sorting out the last shipment and keeping records, so I hadn't worried too much about the nitty gritty.That was until the sound of a long, drawn-out moan sent a bolt of shock straight to my loins.What the fuck? I

FredrickThere were strangers in the foyer of my father’s grand mansion that I did not want there.The elite of the elite standing around the gold and silver studded foyer of our expansive driveway so that it looked like I was some sporangia admiring the carnage in a shark tank.“If it isn't Frederick McKenzie, the mogul’s little brother, Always a pleasure to see the little ones fostering,” Don Baron laughed coarsely, the stubbled folds of his quadruple chin vibrating so hard I reared back, afraid some animal might leap through the folds onto my crepe gold suit.”Baron, I’m afraid I can't say the same, appears you might have been stuffing more than your face,” I gritted impassively. Letting my eyes rest on the folds of his belly that had sagged so far down from his badly designed monkey- jacket that pressed up against his tree-trunk knees.“Now hold on a minute,” Don Baron stammered, raising one plump index that had reddened worryingly at the tips and I watched as the stout man’s face

DARLENEI watched the woman’s hands reach out to settle on the lapel of his suit for the second time that night, unable to tear my eyes away from the look of what I was certain was faux innocence on her face.“Dar love? Are you okay? You seem a bit cold,” Laura whispered, breaking away from the circle of giggling women. I snapped my eyes from the handsome man’s profile to meet my best friend’s worried face, her large silver earrings catching my eye as they slapped against her cheeks when she leaned in.Ugh! I hated this, the feel of my heart racing so fast it threatened to break from my chest.Everyone was having fun at the party, drinking, and gossiping, even the occasional fist-throwing I'd been surprised to see at one of the elite’s tables, but here I was freaking lovesick and unable to get as much as two flutes of Bailey’s past the lump in my gullet.”Yeah, Yeah I’m fine, just thinking,” I whispered, managing to arrange my face into a somewhat grateful smile, but it must not have

DARLENE BERNARDOThe noise of the siren faded around us as I stood in silence with my husband, what felt like minutes since I’d told him his mother had been poisoned.I watched emotions play across his face, the thick black of his eyebrows scrunching together before his lips twitched violently and he let out a loud, reverberating laugh, keeping over and gripping his stomach like he had been kicked in the shin.What the hell was so funny? I hadn't wanted to admit it, but something about the way he was behaving seemed different.It was almost as though he was disconnected, in a different reality, one where I wasn't his wife.Instead, a stranger who had just told him I had a pet fish who I fancied was Whitney Houston reincarnated.“My god Darlene! Have you gone mad?” He boomed, and I felt the whip of shame land heavily in the middle of my back as I turned to see a few heads angled our way, their searching eyes snapping away quickly when they saw I had caught them looking, but the tilt of