All Chapters of Banged Three Daddies To Hurt My Ex: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CANDICEI waited outside BDS Partnership's building at 7:45 PM on Tuesday. Harvey Smith always works late. The most consistent thing about him, according to my research.He leaves between eight and nine, drives himself, no driver, and no company car, just a black Audi he parks in the building's private garage.I've been standing here for twenty minutes, trying not to look like I'm loitering and trying my best not to think about the fact that this is my third attempt and my last shot.I’m trying not to acknowledge how desperate this is but I'm here and I'm not leaving until I talk to him.At 8:03 PM, the building's side entrance opens and Harvey Smith emerges, briefcase in hand, his expression as cold and remote as it was in our meeting.He's wearing a charcoal suit, perfectly tailored, and his ice-blue eyes focused on his phone as he walks. I step forward, directly into his path."Mr. Smith."He doesn't stop walking, he just sidesteps me smoothly, like I'm an obstacle to navigate arou

ISABELI throw myself into work. It's easier than thinking, easier than feeling and more easier than confronting the impossible choice hanging over my head like a guillotine blade.Two weeks, that's what Marco gave me.Nine days left now but I haven't seen either of them in seven days.Seven days of burying myself in Queens Enterprises, in contract negotiations, board presentations and financial projections. Seven days of working until midnight, until exhaustion drowns out the guilt but it's not working."Isabel?" Maya's voice interrupts my focus. "There's another delivery for you."I look up from my laptop to see her standing in my cubicle entrance, holding a massive bouquet of white roses. The seventh one this week."Just... put them with the others," I say tiredly.Maya sets them on the corner of my desk, next to Monday's tulips, Wednesday's peonies and Friday's orchids. My cubicle is starting to look like a funeral home or a guilt shrine.Each arrangement comes with a card. I know

ISABELI need to get out, out of my apartment, out of my head and out of the suffocating guilt and indecision that's been eating me alive for eight days.Eight days of avoiding them both, eight days of throwing myself into work and eight days of pretending I'm fine when I'm anything but.I can't do it anymore.So I do something I haven't done in years.I go out, not to a coffee shop or a restaurant or somewhere safe and controlled.To a bar, to drink, to feel something other than guilt, pressure and the weight of an impossible choice.I choose Onyx because it's familiar and because it's where this all started, where I met Ares, Marco and Harvey. Where I had one night that was supposed to be simple and ended up changing everything.Maybe going back to the beginning will help me figure out the ending.I dress for battle. Red dress that hugs every curve, the one I wore that first night. Sky-high heels that make my legs look endless. Hair down, makeup perfect, full armor.I need to feel p

ISABELI know I'm in trouble the moment I walk into the BDS Partnership conference room.Marco is already there, seated at the head of the table, reviewing documents. Ares is across from him, and Harvey is at his laptop in the corner.All three men look up when I enter.Ares's face lights up, that warm smile I'm getting used to. Harvey barely glances at me, his expression unreadable as always and Marco—Marco's grey eyes lock onto my neck.I'd tried to cover the hickey Ares left. I spent twenty minutes this morning with concealer and foundation, layering it carefully but the lighting in this conference room is unforgiving and Marco's gaze is sharp.I watch his jaw clench, a muscle ticking beneath his skin. He knows."Ms. Queens," he says, his voice perfectly controlled. "Thank you for coming.""Of course." I take my seat, acutely aware of his eyes still on me. "I have the updated financial projections you requested—""Let's get started," Marco interrupts, his tone clipped.The meeting

HARVEYI watch her leave Marco's office, and something inside me fractures.She's disheveled, thoroughly fucked. Hair messed, clothes wrinkled, lips swollen from kissing and the hickeys.Two of them now, clearly visible even from this distance.One from Ares and one from Marco.Both of them marking their territory like animals.Both of them claiming what they think is theirs.While I stand here in my shells, watching, wanting, and slowly losing my mind.She sees me and our eyes lock across the hallway.For a moment, neither of us moves.I can see the guilt in her expression. The confusion. The heat that's still lingering from whatever Marco just did to her in his office.I should look away, give her privacy and pretend I don't know exactly what happened behind that closed door but I can't.I can't stop thinking about every detail. I can't stop imagining what it looked like. I can't stop wishing it had been me instead of him.Finally, I turn and walk into my office, closing the door wi