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ROXETTEThe clock on the wall had already passed 11 PM.I sat curled up on the edge of the guest bed, eyes swollen and red from hours of crying. My stomach growled once, but the thought of food made me feel sick. Anxiety had twisted my insides into knots so tight I couldn’t eat a single bite at dinner. Diana had gone to bed early, and the entire estate had fallen into quiet darkness.But I couldn’t sleep.Not until I talked to him.I waited in the dark living room, wrapped in one of Chandler’s black long sleeve polo, which I wore out of Diana's sight, knees drawn to my chest on the big leather couch. Every minute felt like an hour. My phone lay beside me, screen black, but the anonymous messages still burned behind my eyelids.The front door finally clicked open.Chandler stepped inside, the faint glow from the hallway lights outlining his tall frame. He was loosening his tie with one hand, the knot already half-undone, suit jacket slung over his arm. The living room was empty and dar

ROXETTEI lay in bed staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, the darkness wrapping around me like a heavy blanket.The room was pitch black except for that thin sliver of moonlight cutting through the heavy curtains. My eyes still burned from all the crying I’d done earlier—puffy, sore, and raw. My nose wouldn’t stop running, so I kept sniffling every few minutes like an idiot. Even though Chandler had promised he would handle everything, and that deep, steady voice of his had eased some of the crushing fear in my chest, the guilt still refused to let me go.It’s my fault.I thought bitterly, my fingers twisting the edge of the silk sheet. I’m the one who started this. I flirted with my best friend’s father. I let him touch me. I called him Daddy when his own daughter was clueless in the same house.I turned onto my side and curled into a tight ball, trying to disappear into myself.But no matter how hard I tried to drown in self-blame, I couldn’t stop the warmth that bloom

ROXETTEBefore she stepped into the cab, she held my hands and looked at me with watery eyes.“I’m sorry, baby,” she said quietly. “I’m really sorry about the last time… causing all that trouble for you at your best friend’s house. I didn’t mean for things to get so bad.”I swallowed the lump in my throat and gave her a small, tired smile.“Oh… it’s okay, Mom. But how did you even know I was there in the first place? You’ve never been to the Callahan’s estate before.”My mom sighed heavily, looking down at her worn shoes for a moment.“I didn’t want to go there at all,” she admitted. “But someone messaged me the address saying you were staying there. I didn’t know it would lead us straight to your friend Diana’s house. It was too late by then… Dave had already read the message. He was so eager to find you… and the man who broke his nose.”My entire body went cold.“Someone messaged you?” I asked, voice sharper than I intended. “Who?”She shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know for sure, ho

DIANAI had been waiting in this goddamn condo for almost two hours.The place was supposed to be our little escape. I had spent the entire afternoon getting ready for him. I showered, shaved everything smooth, rubbed scented oil all over my body until my skin glowed, sprayed my favorite perfume on all the right spots, and even blow-dried my hair so it fell in soft waves down my back. I had put on the tiny black lace set I knew he loved, the one that barely covered anything.And now? My lipstick was faded, my hair was starting to lose its perfect style from sitting around, and my patience was completely gone.I checked my phone again. No new messages. No calls. Nothing.“Where the hell are you, Calvin?” I muttered, throwing the phone onto the couch.I had been so excited when he said he’d meet me right after practice. “Just a few minutes, babe,” he had texted. That was two hours ago.I paced the living room, irritation building with every step. My bare feet sank into the soft carpet, b

CALVINI was buried balls-deep inside Diana, her tight little pussy clenching around my cock like it was trying to push me out. Every brutal thrust made the bed slam against the wall, her screams filling the room, but none of it reached me.All I could see was Roxette.Her tear-streaked face beneath me instead of Diana’s. Those wide, innocent eyes glistening with tears, lips trembling as she gasped and whimpered. I imagined her voice breaking, cracking so sweetly when she finally screamed “Daddy—!” the way she had that one time—lewd, desperate, completely ruined.Fuck.I slammed harder into Diana, hips snapping forward with savage force. In my head, it was Roxette’s smaller body I was wrecking. I pictured her legs shaking violently around my waist, her tiny hands pushing weakly at my chest just like Diana was doing now, but in my fantasy she couldn’t even form proper words anymore. Just broken little sobs and that pathetic “Daddy, please… it hurts… I can’t—” while her pussy fluttere