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Chapter 81: His Bestfriend’s Wife

  Two weeks passed without contact.   No calls. No texts. Nothing.   I drove by her house twice, parked down the street like a creep, trying to work up the courage to knock on her door. Never did.   That night on the couch played on repeat in my head. The way she’d felt clenching around me. The sounds she’d made. The horror in her voice after.   What did we do?   Please don’t come back.   This was better. Cleaner. We could both move on, pretend it never happened.   Except I couldn’t stop thinking about her.   The taste of her on my tongue. The way she’d begged. The way she looked riding me, head thrown back, Michael’s sweatshirt bunched around her waist.   I jerked off to the memory every night, hating myself for it.   I was nursing a whiskey at home on a Friday night, pathetic and alone, when my phone rang.   Sophia.   My heart stopped.   “Hello?”   “Ethan.” Her voice was slurred, breathy. “I need you.”   “Sophia, are you drunk?”   “Very. I’m so fucking drunk because I can’t stop thi

Last Updated : 2026-03-03

Chapter 82: His best friend’s wife

Three months after that phone call with Carol, Sophia and I were looking at apartments. “This one has a better kitchen,” she said, walking through the empty space. “But the other one had the balcony you loved.” “True.” She turned to me, smiling. “This is weird, right? Looking for a place together?” “Weird as hell. But it feels right.” We’d been officially together for three months, though in many ways it felt like years. The foundation of friendship Michael had built between us made everything easier. And harder. There were still moments of guilt. Moments where we’d catch ourselves being happy and remember that our happiness came from his death. But we were learning to live with it. Learning that loving each other didn’t mean we loved Michael less. “I like this one,” I decided. “Fresh start. New memories.” “Yeah.” She took my hand. “Let’s make an offer.” We moved in two weeks later. Packing up Michael’s house had been emotional but necessary. Sophia kept what she wanted: photos, his

Last Updated : 2026-03-04

Chapter 83: Saving the Princess

    The gunshot shattered the crystal chandelier.   Glass rained down. Someone screamed. I turned toward the sound and then I was falling, the marble floor rushing up to meet me.   Strong hands caught me mid-fall, yanked me sideways. My cheek scraped against expensive wool. Sandalwood flooded my senses.   Dominic.   “Stay down.” His voice rumbled through his chest, right against my ear.   Another shot cracked through the ballroom.   He moved. One arm banded around my waist, the other reached inside his jacket. I caught a flash of gunmetal before he shoved me behind a marble pillar.   My heart slammed against my ribs. The ballroom erupted into chaos. Five hundred guests scrambling for exits. Security swarming. My father’s voice booming somewhere in the madness.   Dominic’s hand pressed against my sternum, pinning me to the pillar. His body blocked mine completely. Six-foot-three of muscle and controlled violence, coiled tight.   I shoved at his chest. “Get off—”   “Don’t move.” His eye

Last Updated : 2026-03-05

Chapter 84: Saving the Princess

  The bedroom door slammed shut behind us.   Dominic’s hand was still fisted in my hair. He walked me backward until my legs hit the bed.   “Sit.”   I sat.   He stood over me, breathing hard. His shirt was half-unbuttoned from where I’d clawed at him earlier. I could see the ridges of his abs, the trail of dark hair disappearing into his pants.   “Take it off,” he said.   “What?”   “My shirt. Take it off.”   I grabbed the hem, pulled it over my head. Tossed it aside.   His eyes dragged over me. Slow. Possessive. Lingered on my breasts, my stomach, between my thighs.   “Spread your legs.”   I did.   He groaned. “Fuck, look at you. Already so wet.”   “Because you spanked me.”   “Because you liked it.” He knelt between my thighs. “Didn’t you?”   Before I could answer, his mouth was on me.   I gasped. Fell back on my elbows. His tongue was everywhere. Licking. Sucking. Fucking into me like he’d been starving for it.   “Dominic—”   He grabbed my thighs, threw them over his shoulders, pulle

Last Updated : 2026-03-07

Chapter 85: Saving the Princess

We got back to the palace at noon.My father was waiting in the main hall. Security everywhere. His advisors hovering.“Natalia.” He pulled me into a hug. “Thank God you’re safe.”“I’m fine, Father.”Over his shoulder, I watched Dominic. Jaw tight. Eyes carefully blank. Acting like he hadn’t fucked me senseless twelve hours ago.“Dominic kept you secure?”“Very secure,” I said, holding Dominic’s gaze.His jaw clenched.My father turned to him. “I owe you a debt.”“Just doing my job, Your Majesty.”Liar. His job didn’t include making me scream his name. Didn’t include leaving bruises on my hips. Didn’t include the way he’d groaned my name when he came.“Take the rest of the day,” my father said. “You’ve earned it.”Dominic left without looking at me.Coward.-----I waited until evening.Showered. Shaved everywhere. Rubbed lotion into my skin until it was soft and smelled like jasmine.Put on the navy dress. Conservative neckline. But no bra. No panties.If I was doing this, I was doin

Last Updated : 2026-03-08

Chapter 86: Ex’s Father knows how I taste

The house was dark when I pulled up. Tyler’s car was in the driveway, which was strange because he’d said he’d be working late.I let myself in with my key, balancing the bag of Thai food I’d picked up. His favorite. I’d thought we could have a late dinner together, maybe watch something.Music played upstairs. Low and rhythmic.I climbed the stairs slowly, telling myself there was a reasonable explanation. Maybe he’d gotten home early. Maybe he was just relaxing.The bedroom door was open.Tyler was on the bed, on his back. A blonde I’d never seen before was riding him, her hands braced on his chest, head thrown back.I stood there frozen, watching her move on top of him, watching his hands grip her hips. The food bag slipped from my hand and hit the floor.They both looked up.She screamed. Tyler’s face went white.“Mia—fuck—this isn’t—”“I forgot my phone this morning,” I said. My voice sounded strange. Distant. “I came back to get it.”“Babe, just let me explain—”“Explain what?”

Last Updated : 2026-03-09

Chapter 87: Ex’s Father knows how I taste

I kissed him and for a heartbeat he went completely still. Then his hand tightened on my face and he kissed me back, deep and hungry, like something in him had finally snapped.   I made a sound against his mouth and he swallowed it, his other hand sliding into my hair, gripping tight. His tongue swept against mine and I opened for him, tasting coffee and something darker.   He pulled back, breathing hard, forehead against mine.   “We shouldn’t,” he said, but his hands were still on me.   “I don’t care.”   “Tomorrow—”   “I don’t care about tomorrow.” I grabbed his shirt, pulled him back to me. “Please, Robert. I need this. I need you to make me feel—”   He kissed me again before I could finish. Harder this time. More demanding. His hands slid down to my waist, then my hips, pulling me off the stool and against him.   I could feel how hard he was through his pants.   “Bedroom,” he said roughly against my mouth.   He didn’t wait for an answer. Just lifted me, and I wrapped my legs aroun

Last Updated : 2026-03-11

Chapter 88: Ex’s Father knows how I taste

    I woke up to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows and Robert’s arm heavy across my waist.   For a moment I just lay there, listening to his breathing, feeling the warmth of his body against my back. Then the events of last night came flooding back. Tyler. The blonde. Walking in the rain. Robert picking me up. Everything that happened after.   I should have felt guilty. Should have felt like I’d made a mistake. But all I felt was satisfied in a way I’d never experienced before. My body ached in the best way, reminders of Robert’s hands, his mouth, his cock.   Robert shifted behind me, his arm tightening around my waist, pulling me closer. I could feel him hardening against my ass.   He was still asleep, his breathing steady and deep. But his body was responding to mine.   I pressed back against him experimentally. His cock twitched, growing harder.   A thought formed in my mind, something I’d never done before. Tyler had never wanted morning sex. Said he wasn’t a mor

Last Updated : 2026-03-12

Chapter 89: Island Therapy

    I’d been watching him for three days.   Not obsessively. Just… noticing. The way he moved when he was setting up beach chairs in the morning. How he laughed with the guests at the tiki bar. The gold of his skin against the white of his linen shirt.   His name was Mateo. I’d heard the other resort staff call him that.   I told myself it was harmless. I was on vacation, recently single, allowed to look. Allowed to appreciate a beautiful man from a distance.   Then I saw the sign by the spa. Massage services available. And his name listed as one of the therapists.   I stared at that sign for a full minute, my heart doing something complicated in my chest.   This was stupid. I should book with one of the women. Keep it professional. Keep it safe.   I walked into the spa and booked an appointment with Mateo for that afternoon.   The girl at the desk smiled like she knew exactly what I was doing.   Maybe she did.   Now I was standing outside the massage room, second-guessing everything.

Last Updated : 2026-03-13

Chapter 90: Island Therapy

  I spent the rest of the afternoon in my room, trying to process what had happened.   I’d had sex with the massage therapist. On the massage table. In the middle of the afternoon.   I should have felt guilty. Should have been embarrassed.   Instead I felt alive for the first time in months.   I showered, washed the oil and sex off my skin. But I could still feel where his hands had been, where his mouth had kissed, where his cock had stretched me.   By the time nine o’clock rolled around, I’d changed my outfit three times.   I settled on a white sundress that showed off my tan, left my hair down in loose waves. No bra. If tonight was going where I thought it was, I didn’t need one.   The bonfire was already going when I got to the beach. A group of guests and staff gathered around it, drinking and laughing. Music played from someone’s speaker.   I scanned the crowd, looking for Mateo.   Found him standing near the bar, talking to another staff member. He saw me at the same moment I s

Last Updated : 2026-03-15

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