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Thirty one

Brielle’s POVThe next morning came like a slow tide pulling me back to a world I wasn’t sure I belonged inanymore.I woke up tangled in my sheets...same bed, same room, same soft lavender walls that had oncefelt like sanctuary. But now? Now it all just felt… small. Like the space couldn’t hold everything Iwas carrying inside.And honestly?I didn't even have clean clothes.I couldn’t bring myself to wash them. The only thing I had was a tank top and shorts. And I don'tknow how they still held him on them. Even if I hadn't worn them before in his presence. Not justthe faint scent of his cologne mixed with sweat and something deeper… something warm andmusky that made my stomach clench just thinking about it. And the memory too. The way thefabric had ridden up when he gripped my hips. The way it brushed against oversensitive skinevery time I moved after coming apart under him.So yeah...I wore the tank top and shorts.On purpose.My sleeveless top dipped low across my chest, sho

Thirty two

Desmond’s POVI didn’t know when it happened. I just waved out of reflex that's when it dawned on me that thethought of another man looking at her made my hands want to break bones. That her name hadbeen echoing through my skull at night like a prayer I wasn’t supposed to say.All I knew was that the second she stepped into the car this morning, wearing thoseclothes—that top, those damn shorts that hugged every curve like they were made for me—I feltsomething inside me crack.And when she said,“I packed everything,” in that soft voice still hoarse from last night… God.I almost turned the car around and drove us both back to nowhere.But instead, I sat here now beside Jonathan—my best friend, her father, the man whose ordersI’ve followed without question for over a decade—and listened as he lowered his voice with grimsatisfaction:“They’re gone.”The men who’d been hunting Brielle—the ones who saw her as leverage against him—theywere dead.Eliminated.By me.Each kill cleane

Thirty three

I wasn’t like this.I never needed it like this.I’d spent years building a life on control...on silence, discipline, restraint. I didn’t lose sleep overwomen. Didn’t chase pleasure like some desperate man starved of touch. I wasn’t the kind ofguy who walked into strip clubs or paid for company when loneliness hit too hard.I was colder than that.Harder.A weapon wrapped in skin and routine.But now?Now my hands were shaking on the steering wheel as I drove through the city’sunderbelly...past flickering streetlights, cracked sidewalks, neon signs buzzing like dying insectsabove pawn shops and bail bond offices...the kind of place men go when they don't want to beseen… just used.And God help me…That’s exactly what I wanted.One body. One mouth. One warm hole to bury myself in until Brielle stopped echoing behind myeyelids every time I blinked.Until her scent stopped clinging to my memory like smoke after fire.This had to end tonight.Because if another day passed where all

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Desmond's PovI fell onto the bed still wearing nothing but socks and a t-shirt soaked with sweat fromearlier...and opened my phone again.There it was.Brielle’s tits staring back at me like absolution and sin wrapped in one glowing screen .Hands shook as i wrapped one around the base of my shaft, slow at first then firmer because icouldn't stand it anymore, not after days, weeks months years of denying how much i wantedherThe first stroke made mе groan, a deep guttural sound ripped from my chest. There was noshame left, just need.The second made mе arch off my bed. My hips bucking forward as my thumb swiped over mytip.Third had me whispering her name“Brielle…” whispered brokenly across the empty room.“Fuck … Brie lle…”I propped my phone up on a pillow, so my eyes never lost sight of a single inch of perfection herbody gave me permission to worship even if it was forbidden.I stroked faster n

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Brielle’s POVIt’s been two months since I last saw or heard from Desmond.Two months since that call...since his voice turned into something rough, hungry, andunforgettable...and then… nothing.Not a single message. Not even a “hey.”He vanished like I was just a bad dream he’d finally woken up from.I told myself I’d stopped waiting, but every time my phone buzzed, my heart still skipped beforemy brain could roll its eyes. Pathetic, right?Now I’m back at school, and life’s pretending to go on without him.Daxton...my ex, the one who cheated on me with a girl whose name I still can’t say withoutflinching...has suddenly turned into Mr. Perfect. He’s been all flowers, good mornings, and doyou need help with your assignments? for weeks now. Even Mirren, my best friend, keeps givinghim the side-eye.“Girl,” she said this morning as we walked into the lecture hall,he sends, if a man cheats once, he’s got it in his

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By the time I got home, the sky was already bleeding into shades of gold and violet.Our house smelled like butter, cheese, and something warm that could fix a bad day before iteven began.“Lasagna night?” I called as I dropped my bag by the couch.“Lasagna night,” Mom replied from the kitchen, her voice sing-song like always when shecooked.“And before you ask, yes, it’s the one with double cheese. Presentation go well?”I grinned, kicking off my shoes.Adebayo actually smiled.”“It was perfect. My code didn’t crash for once, and Professor“That’s my girl.” She handed me a plate piled high with lasagna and a slice of garlic bread thatlooked like a small miracle.“Eat before I change my mind and give it to the neighbor’s cat.”I took the plate and sat at the table, the smell instantly making my stomach growl.outdid yourself tonight.”“Mmm… you“I always do,” she said with a little shrug

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Brielle’s POVTwo months slipped by quietly, the way seasons change when you’re too busy pretending not tonotice.Desmond hadn’t returned. Not a call, not a text, not even a rumor from Mom about where in theworld he’d gone this time.At first, I checked my phone every night before sleeping. After a while, I just… stopped.Daxton, though...he never stopped showing up.He walked me to class when it rained, saved me a seat when the lecture hall was full, andsomehow remembered every tiny thing I said. If I mentioned craving doughnuts, they’d appearthe next day. If I sighed about an upcoming quiz, he’d stay up with me on FaceTime quizzingformulas until both of us fell asleep mid-sentence.And somewhere in between late-night laughter and early-morning coffees, something shifted.One afternoon, I caught myself studying the way the sunlight caught in his hair, the way hissmile wasn’t as cocky anymore, the way he said my name like it

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Brielle’s povIt had been a month since I said yes to Daxton.A month of soft smiles, shared milkshakes, and the kind of public affection that made everyoneon campus stare.He’d been the sweetest boyfriend...always there, always ready to walk me to class or hold myhand like it was proof of something sacred.And honestly? Things were going well. Better than I’d expected.The post he made the night he asked me out still sat on his Instagram, sitting pretty with overthree thousand likes and hundreds of comments.“Bro bagged the hottest girl in school!”“Daxton finally did it, man’s a legend!”“Damn, Brielle’s a 10/10. Lucky dude.”I’d scrolled through them one lazy afternoon and blinked in disbelief.I’d always known I was attractive...but not that attractive.Not the kind of girl people made entire comment threads about.For a few days, I liked the attention. It was new, flattering even. I felt seen, maybe evenad

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Brielle's povTwo days had passed since I walked out of Daxton’s house.Two days of silence that wasn’t really silent at all...because his voice had found another stage.It started the next morning. I opened my phone before class and saw his post.> “A guy can give a girl everything, but she won’t even try to give what matters most.”There were no names.But everyone knew who he meant.By afternoon, there were three more stories...black-and-white backgrounds with text overlayslike:> “Ungrateful girls don’t deserve real ones.”“Some people don’t know when they’ve got someone good.”My stomach twisted as I scrolled.He’d left comments on memes about “loyal men and cold women.”And his followers...most of them guys from school...had jumped right in.“Facts bro, some girls don’t deserve loyalty.”“We know who you’re talking about, king.”“She used you for clout.”I stared at the scre

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Brielle’s POV“I was away for two days,” I said, my voice shaking.“You couldn’t wait?”cracking.“Two days, Daxton. And you ...” I pointed,He ran a hand through his hair, breathing hard.“It’s not what it looks like ...”“Oh, really?” I laughed bitterly.footsteps even faded from your door.”“Because it looks like you moved on before the echo of my“Brielle, listen ...”“No! You listen!” My voice rose, sharp enough to sting.like some ungrateful witch, and all this time you were the one doing this?”“You humiliated me online, made me lookChloe muttered,“I should go”“Yeah,” I snapped, eyes flashing toward her.“You should.”She hesitated, then slipped past me quickly, eyes down. The door clicked shut behind her, andsilence dropped heavy between us.Daxton turned toward me, guilt flickering across his face.was angry. You walked out on me ...”“I made a

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