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Tessa’s pov My boyfriend fucked my best friend. The room tilted, walls blurring as if the world itself had lost its balance. The sound of skin against skin echoed in my ears, sharp and unmistakable. A woman’s voice echoed through the room, breathless and intimate. “Fuck yeah! Evan…oh daddy…oh God oh!!” The woman moaned. “Take my hole, baby. Don’t…don’t stop. Deeper honey, put that big boy deeper!” My boyfriend’s manhood dug in and out of her like a maniac in search of food. His movements were frantic as he merged himself into her. “Oh Lydia my princess, how I love your moans. How do you like my cock, huh?” Evan asked, his voice thick with lust. Her hands were tied tightly to the bed frame leaving her completely at his mercy. With his right palm caressing her breasts in a cruel manner and his left palm slapping her butt at intervals, Lydia mumbled his name while basking in her ecstasy. Tears blurred my vision. My grandfather’s medical bills crumpled in my sweaty palms. “My

Tessa’s POV Lessons from a stranger. I looked down first, imitating the slight bow of the man beside me. I felt a wave of inferiority wash over me as I concluded that whoever was behind those tinted glass was judging my whole existence, from my clothes down to my dusty shoes. “Not just anyone dared to step into Crestwood estate” the man beside me said, as though reading my thoughts. “That must have been the reason why he slowed down to decipher who you are”. “Interesting” I muttered under my breath, swallowing the rest of my questions. At the gate, he stopped and looked at me, expression unreadable. “Good luck with your contract” He said. I nodded. “Thank you…for everything”. He inclined his head slightly. “Take care of yourself, Tessa.” And then, he was gone. I stepped into the streets, head low, my feet dragging my tired body. Normally, I would have entered a taxi, but tonight, I didn’t want to be whisked away. I needed the wind, the movement, the city noises brushing ag

Leo’s pov I was getting hard. I didn’t expect anyone to be in my room. Back in the bar, I was sure I had misplaced my keys somewhere while calling my secretary to know the reason why he would book a hotel room that was out of class. Like, why would a hotel have a crazy venue for a club downstairs!? Not even in a further location. If I hadn’t remembered the pass code to the door, I would have been stuck outside. I shut the door behind me, the soft click barely settling before something in the air felt off. Not wrong exactly. Just disturbed. Like a room that had already been breathed in by someone else. Then I saw her. She stood near the bathroom door. Bare feet on the carpet. Hair damp, darker at the ends, water trickling down her shoulders and to the floor. The prominence of her chest made me hard before my brain caught up. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Between her thighs was clean shaved and the curves of her hips made it look more prominent. I gulped. She

Leo’s POV. Tessa reached down and gently moved my hands aside, noticing the hesitation in my fingers. Her touch lingered just a second longer than necessary, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. She loosened the knot carefully, letting the fabric slip slowly off her shoulders. For a moment, she stood there, her hands fiddling with each other, eyes cast downward. I couldn’t tear my gaze away. My eyes found her plump breasts, lingering on the soft curve and protruding nipples before the smooth line of her thighs caught my attention. She turned slowly, bending to open the drawer beside her. I didn’t care to know what she was looking for; the warmth of her ass pressed against me in a way that held my attention entirely. Never had I imagined a white woman’s ass could feel so inviting. I remained frozen, caught in the gravity of her presence, the faint light glinting off her skin. She retrieved a rope-like material from the drawer and tied her hair back with deliberate care. The way sh

Tessa’s POV I stepped out of the hotel without looking back. The air outside felt cooler against my skin, and for a moment, I just stood there, adjusting my bag on my shoulder as the street carried on around me. A man brushed past me in a hurry, his shoulder knocking lightly against mine. “Sorry,” he said quickly, already moving on. I didn’t care. I raised my hand as a couple of taxis rode past me before one pulled over after a few seconds. I slid into the cab, shutting the door behind me as I leaned back into the street. “Flech Street”. The driver nodded, about to move, but I spoke again. “Take the longer route,” I added. “I’ll pay more.” He glanced at me through the mirror, surprised. “That will take about thirty minutes. And it will cost extra.” “No problem,” I replied. He gave a small nod and pulled into the road. The car moved at a steady pace, blending into traffic. I rested my head against the seat and looked out the window, watching the city pass by. My