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SHANE It was noon already, and the boardroom felt unusually stifling today. The air-conditioning hummed low in the background, yet the heat of tension clung to the atmosphere. I sat at the head of the long, oval table, half-listening to the tail end of the financial report being presented by our CFO.The Singapore merger had been a triumph; months of work condensed into a few sentences of acknowledgment. The figures projected on the screen were impressive: expansion forecasts, international collaborations, stock growth. The room buzzed with approval.When the CFO wrapped up, I leaned back in my chair, ready for the usual round of congratulations and strategic suggestions. And indeed, they came, one after another, polite applause, murmurs of “Well done, Mr. Blackwood.”Then came the clearing of a throat.A deliberate sound that announces trouble.I shifted my gaze toward Leigh Thompson, the recently elected chairman of the board. His sharp eyes gave him a patriarchal air, though he w

SHANE I stopped the car in front of Cathy's apartment later that night as we returned from dinner. I took her hand and said, “I'm spending the night. Her “yes” was a whisper, a secret just for me, and we practically fell out of the car, a current of anticipation pulling us toward her door, up the stairs, and straight into the sanctuary of her bedroom.“Siri, play my C playlist.” She said immediately we got into the bedroom.A moment of silence, then a slow, percussive sultry rhythm began to pulse through the room, a sound that felt like a physical touch. She began to undress me. Her fingers were deft and sure on the buttons of my shirt, pushing the fabric from my shoulders. She unbuckled my belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft hiss, then worked the button and zipper of my pants.But then she stopped. She didn't touch me. Not really. Her knuckles brushed my stomach as she tugged my briefs down, freeing my cock into the cool air. I was already fully, achingly hard,

CARRIE I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom, tightening the belt of my beige trench coat over my black fitted dress. My reflection looked composed, put-together, every strand of my long brown hair curled exactly where I wanted it. But beneath all that surface perfection, a familiar heaviness sat quietly in my chest.A full day to myself. I’d promised Ellen and Laura, her best friend I’d commit to it. I’d said the words easily but following through felt like trying to pull myself out of quicksand.Then I heard it; a soft, bubbling giggle from the living room.I picked my bag and walked out into the living room, and there he was. Leo sat in the middle of his play mat, surrounded by plush toys, smiling up at me like I was his whole world. My heart clenched.“Hi, my little sunshine,” I whispered, crouching beside him. He let out another happy coo, reaching for my face this time.His tiny fingers brushed my cheek and I kissed his forehead.“Mommy’s going out for a little while, sw

SHANE His eyes fluttered open after a long moment, cloudy, wet, unfocused for a second before they sharpened just enough to find me.“Shane…” His voice cracked, thin like stretched paper.“Hey,” I murmured. He attempted to push himself upright, but his arms trembled pathetically. I moved closer and slipped an arm behind his shoulders, supporting his frail weight. He felt frighteningly light. Carefully, I propped him up and adjusted the pillows, layering them to hold him at an angle that wouldn’t strain his breathing.He sagged against them, exhausted just from sitting.“Is that better?” I asked.He nodded weakly, then reached for my hand. His grip was barely there, more symbolic than physical.“Shane… I have a confession to make.”My heart paused mid-beat.“Uncle Nate…”He lifted a hand, cutting me off. “No. Please. I have to say this while I still can.”He swallowed, wincing. “And before you… hate me more than you likely already do.”My brows pulled together. “You're not making sen

CARRIE It was Thursday afternoon, I sat in front of my desktop in the spare room I used as my home office. I had been working from home since Tuesday because Leo wasn’t feeling well. It wasn’t anything serious, just a mild ear infection. Still, the tiny whimpers he made whenever he tugged at his ear were enough to turn me into a nervous wreck.I leaned back in my seat, rubbed my temples. And looked around. The room was scattered with open files, sticky notes, my laptop, and a half-finished cup of chamomile tea in front of me.It was just past two in the afternoon, and I desperately needed a break. My eyes were burning from staring at the screen, and the Excel sheet in front of me had started swimming.I sighed and stood up, stretching my back. “Enough for now,” I muttered to myself.All morning, I’d been switching between work mode and mom mode, and the mental split was starting to catch up with me. I padded across the hall toward Leo’s room, softening my steps automatically, as if t