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ROXETTEA full week had passed since the nightmare at the gate.I was still staying at Chandler’s estate, and I had no intention of going home anytime soon.Every morning I woke up in the same luxurious guest suite with its silk sheets, marble bathroom, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the perfectly manicured gardens and the distant city skyline. The thought of returning to my old apartment—the smell of stale cigarettes, Dave’s sleazy presence lurking in the living room, my mother’s endless excuses and guilt trips—made my stomach turn. So I didn’t.Chandler never pressured me. He simply said one quiet evening over dinner, voice low and steady, “Stay as long as you need.” And he left it at that.The servants treated me like I belonged. Fresh clothes appeared in the closet without me asking. I know it's because of Chandler's orders. Meals were prepared and brought to whatever room I was in. It felt like a dream I was afraid to wake up from, because the moment I did, I’d have

ROXETTEThe silence in the car grew heavier. Every few minutes I could feel Calvin glance over at me, but I kept my eyes fixed outside, pretending to be lost in the passing scenery.Calvin’s voice broke the silence again, gentle this time. “You okay, Roxy? That Troy guy was a real asshole. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”Roxy? Since when did he start calling me by my nickname?I nodded without looking at him. “Yeah. Thanks again for stepping in.”“No problem. That’s what friends do, right?”Friends. I secretly frowned.The word felt a little too easy after the way he’d looked at Troy. After the hand on my thigh that lingered just a second too long before he pulled away.I didn’t answer. Instead, I closed my eyes and focused on the cool glass against my skin, willing the ride to end soon. The alcohol made my limbs feel heavy, but my mind stayed sharp enough to keep that nagging discomfort alive.Every time the car turned or slowed, I tensed, hyper-aware of how close Calvin’s han

ROXETTEChandler’s eyes bored into mine, dark with lust, dominance, and that stunned flicker from my unfiltered outburst. The air between us crackled, thick with four days of pent-up tension, tears, alcohol, and raw need.Gods, he looks like he wants to ruin me… and I want him to.He didn’t say another word.Instead, he straightened, pulled his phone from his pocket, and made a single call. His voice was low and commanding as he spoke into the receiver.“Dismiss every servant for tonight. All of them. No one stays on the grounds. I don’t want to see or hear anyone until morning.”He hung up without waiting for a reply.My breath hitched. He’s clearing the entire estate. The thought sent a fresh rush of heat between my legs. The mansion suddenly felt even more isolated, just the two of us in the vast, luxurious silence. Chandler’s gaze never left me as he slid the phone away. Then his hand wrapped around my wrist, firm and unyielding, and he pulled me inside.We barely made it past t

ROXETTEMy orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My walls spasmed violently around his cock, gushing hard, squirting around his thick shaft as my whole body convulsed. I screamed his name, back arching off the chaise, tears pouring down my face from the intensity. My pussy kept fluttering and milking him, soaking us both even more.But Chandler still didn’t stop.He fucked me straight through it, prolonging the orgasm until it bordered on painful overstimulation. His grip on my throat and hip tightened possessively, fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks.“That’s it. Keep cumming. Keep soaking my cock. This is what happens when you test me, baby girl. When you make me jealous and then come home smelling like another man.”He suddenly pulled out, making me whine at the empty feeling, only to flip me onto all fours again. He yanked my hips back and slammed back inside in one brutal motion, fucking me doggy-style with even more force. One hand fisted my hair, yanking

ROXETTEMy gaze landed on the clock on the nightstand.12:07 PM.“Shit!” I gasped, bolting upright so fast that the room spun for a second. Diana. I had completely forgotten about her. She had been passed out drunk last night, carried away by the servants before Chandler dismissed everyone. What if she woke up and wondered where I was? What if she sees this!Panic surged through me. I threw the sheets off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, only to nearly collapse the moment my feet touched the floor. My thighs trembled violently, weak and shaky from the brutal pounding Chandler had given me last night. My pussy ached sharply with every small movement—swollen, tender, and still leaking a faint trace of his cum. I hissed through my teeth, grabbing the edge of the bed for support.“Damn it, Chandler…” I muttered under my breath, blaming him even as heat rushed to my face at the memory of how many times I had cum screaming his name.I tried to stand properly and dress, but m