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Mr. Harlan arrived faster than I expected, maybe fifteen minutes after Mike hung up. I spotted him before he saw me, pushing through the crowd near the entrance, scanning the room with that easy, confident stride. He was in dark jeans and a black button down rolled to the elbows, no coat despite the cold outside, looking every bit the dad who could fix anything but way too handsome for it. The club lights caught the silver in his hair, and a few women turned to look as he passed.I waved from my spot near the stage pillar, feeling suddenly ridiculous in my tight dress and bold makeup. He spotted me, smiled that warm, familiar smile, the one that had always made me feel welcome when I was over at their house and made his way over.“Mara,” he said when he reached me, voice raised just enough over the music. He leaned in for a quick, awkward side-hug, the kind dads give. “You okay? You look… different tonight.”Different. Code for dressed up, maybe a little too much. I felt my cheeks

Four days to Christmas.The house was quiet, the way it always got this time of year when everyone else was out shopping or wrapping gifts. Mom had left an hour ago to meet friends for drinks, my little brother was at a sleepover, and I had the couch all to myself. The tree lights blinked softly in the corner, casting red and green spots across the living room walls. Home Alone was playing on the TV, my annual ritual, the one thing I never skipped, no matter how bad the year had been.Kevin was just about to set the traps when my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I glanced at the screen.Jack.My heart did a stupid little flip. I’d saved his number as “Jack” after the balcony, but I still thought of him as Mr. Harlan half the time. The man who’d driven me home that night, kissed me softly on the forehead at my door, and hadn’t said a word since.I let it ring twice before I answered, voice quiet.“Hey.”“Hey, Mara.” His voice was low, warm, the same one that had growled my name ag

I stared at them, mouth dry, pulse hammering in my ears. Ava and Isla were still pressed close, cheeks flushed, lips red from kissing each other.Their hands hadn’t moved from where they were, Ava’s fingers kneading Isla’s ass through her leggings, Isla’s nails lightly scraping Ava’s lower back. They were looking at me like they already knew what my body was doing.I shifted on the bed, thighs pressing together, trying to ease the ache between my legs. It didn’t help. If anything, it made it worse.“I…” My voice came out small, shaky. “I don’t know what to do.”Ava’s smile softened. She let go of Isla’s ass and reached for my hand instead, lacing our fingers together. Her skin was warm.“You don’t have to do anything,” she said gently. “We just wanted to show you. No pressure.”Isla leaned forward, resting her chin on Ava’s shoulder so she could see me better. “But if you want to… we’d love it. You’re our family. You’re safe with us.”I looked between them, identical faces, identica

Three days to Christmas.I woke up tangled in my sheets, body sore in the most delicious way, muscles I didn’t know I had aching from last night with Isla. The room still smelled faintly of vanilla and sex. She was gone, probably slipped back to the guest room before anyone noticed. Smart.I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything, Ava under the dinner table, Isla against the wardrobe, both of them on my bed. My face burned just thinking about it. I’d crossed so many lines in the past week I couldn’t even see them anymore.My phone buzzed on the nightstand.Jack.A simple text: “Grand Harbor Hotel. Room 812. Noon. Don’t eat lunch, I’ll order room service.”Followed by a pinned location.My stomach flipped. Heat rushed straight between my legs. I hadn’t seen him since the night on my couch, but I’d thought about him constantly, his hands, his mouth, the way he’d groaned my name.I texted back, “Ill be there.”Then I jumped in the shower, letting the hot

The snow fell heavy outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blanketing Chicago in a deceptive white hush. Christmas lights twinkled from the skyline below, but up here, in Angelo Rossi's domain, the holiday felt like just another layer of tension, red velvet ropes hanging from the four poster beds like twisted garlands, a crystal decanter of spiked eggnog on the nightstand. I stood in the center of the room, heart pounding, dressed in the black lace lingerie he'd sent to my apartment that morning with a note, “Wear this. 8 PM. No panties.”Angelo Don Rossi to the world, my forbidden obsession for months, circled me slowly, his tailored suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal inked forearms corded with muscle. The Mafia kingpin who'd pulled me from a shitty waitressing job into his shadow world, not with threats, but with that dark, magnetic pull I couldn't resist. We'd danced around this for weeks, stolen kisses in his limo, his hand on my thigh under the