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StacyThe belt hissed through the loops with that sound she’d already learned to crave.I saw her flinch—not in fear. In anticipation. That delicious little tremble that started in her thighs and pulsed up through her spine.She was bent over the couch, arms braced, wearing nothing but her lace panties and that diamond necklace I’d chosen for her. My wife. My bride. My submissive little angel on her knees for the devil she married.I let the belt dangle from my fingers as I stepped behind her, tracing the tip along the backs of her thighs.“Still,” I said.She obeyed.I snapped the belt once—not on her, just a warning. The sound made her gasp, her knuckles whitening where she gripped the cushion.“Such a good girl,” I murmured, leaning in to drag my teeth across her shoulder, slow and deliberate. “You didn’t run when I put on the mask. You didn’t flinch when I told you to bend over. You’re learning.”Her voice was barely a whisper. “Yes, sir.”Fuck. That did something to me.I dropped

BethThe last three months had been a whirlwind of bliss and bullshit.We found out we were pregnant. Eloped to Vegas. Came back glowing and newlywed and ready to take on the world. For a little while, life actually slowed down enough to feel normal.But normal never sticks for long when Madison is involved.Now, I was four months pregnant, officially into my second trimester—and still sick as hell, which felt like some kind of cosmic betrayal. Wasn’t the nausea supposed to end after twelve weeks? Mine got the memo, crumpled it up, and laughed in my face. My bump had finally popped just enough to be visible, which meant I was living in soft wide-band maternity leggings and oversized sweaters like it was a lifestyle brand.And today?Today was the pretrial.The one where I’d have to sit in a courtroom and look Madison in the eye. The woman who pulled a gun on me outside Stacy’s clinic. Who didn’t hesitate. Who would’ve shot me if Stacy hadn’t stepped in front of me and taken the bullet

StacyBy Friday, I was mentally tapped out.Fourteen interviews in five days. Fourteen versions of “I’m a hard worker,” “I’m passionate about patient care,” and “My biggest weakness is I care too much.”Bullshit.To be fair, a few of them were solid. One woman had neonatal ICU experience and a no-nonsense approach. Another guy had a calming presence and seemed like the kind of nurse who could talk a panicking patient off a ledge. But neither screamed perfect fit. And I needed someone who wouldn’t just survive in this clinic—they’d have to thrive in it.Final interview of the week. Then I could go home, clear my head, and make a decision over the weekend.I glanced at the clock.Right on time.The front desk buzzer chimed, and I heard Adam greet the applicant. I stayed in my office, reviewing her resume one more time. Good experience. Hospital and outpatient background. EMT training before nursing school. Covered both OB/GYN and urgent care clinics. Confident but not cocky during the ph

BethBy the time Stacy got home, I had changed into pajamas, started a half-hearted dinner, and spiraled through seventeen versions of “is my baby okay” in my brain.Stacy stepped into the kitchen, loosened his tie, and walked over to kiss my forehead like everything in the world was exactly as it should be.“You’re quiet,” he said softly, reaching past me for a glass.“I didn’t want to say anything in front of Whitney,” I started, watching him pour water like it was the most fascinating thing on earth, “because I didn’t want to embarrass you or myself—or her. But…” I hesitated. “I thought you were going to hire Daniel?”He paused. Just enough for me to notice.Then he looked over at me, glass in hand. “I’m glad you didn’t say anything in front of her. Because I did call Daniel. First thing this morning. He’d already accepted another job.”“Oh.”“So… Whitney was actually the backup,” he continued, setting the glass down. “But I obviously didn’t tell her that. No reason to make someone

BethBy the time we were halfway home, the tension had finally started to bleed from Stacy’s shoulders.His fingers still tapped against the steering wheel every few seconds, but the tightness in his jaw was gone, and the way he glanced over at me—soft, thoughtful, present—told me he wasn’t stewing anymore.That made one of us.I knew we’d done the right thing. Taken the safe option. But part of me still felt like I was watching a horror movie where the villain vanishes instead of dying—and you just know there’s going to be a sequel.Still, I’d made my peace with it. For today.So when Stacy missed the exit to our street, I didn’t panic. I just blinked.“Um… that was our turn.”“I know.”I raised an eyebrow. “You got somewhere better in mind?”He didn’t answer. Just reached for his phone and tapped the screen. A second later, the car’s Bluetooth clicked to life.“Yo,” Adam’s voice crackled through the speakers. “Please tell me you’re not calling to ask me about Whitney already. She’s b