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ROXETTEThe coffee was already soaking through my white crop top, cold and sticky against my skin, when Thea grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the nearest girls’ bathroom.“Come on,” she said quickly, her voice soft but urgent. “Let’s get you cleaned up before it sets in.”I let her lead me, legs moving on autopilot while my mind spun. The hallway felt longer than usual, every pair of eyes burning into me like hot irons. Whispers followed us like smoke. I kept my arms crossed tightly over my chest, trying to hide the worst of the stain, but the wet fabric clung to me anyway, outlining every curve in the most humiliating way.The bathroom door swung shut behind us with a heavy click. Thea locked it for good measure and immediately turned on the faucet. She grabbed a handful of paper towels, soaked them, and started dabbing at the huge brown splotch across my front.“It’s so messy,” she muttered, frowning in concentration. “Iced coffee is the worst. The sugar makes it stick. Hold stil

CHANDLERThe elevator climbed toward the penthouse and I let out a long, irritated breath through my nose.I was already buried in work with midnight meetings that refused to end, overseas calls from partners who didn’t give a damn about time zones, contracts that needed my signature before the markets opened tomorrow. And now this bullshit.Playing chauffeur and host for my family because they just flew back into the country.My older sister Charice, her daughter Thea, and my mother Taylor had landed earlier today. I was damn glad they didn’t demand to stay at the estate and just chose to stay in my penthouse. The last thing I needed was Roxette feeling crowded or uncomfortable in her own home. That place was hers now too, whether she fully understood it or not.Still, it meant I wasn’t with her right now.I should be back at the estate, buried balls-deep in that tight, sensitive little pussy of hers. I could picture it so clearly — Roxette squirming underneath me, legs locked aroun

ROXETTEI woke up to the worst headache of my life.My skull felt like it had been split open and someone was hammering nails into the cracks. My mouth was dry as sandpaper, and the moment I tried to move, the room spun like a carousel. I groaned loudly, pressing both hands to my temples as if that could stop the pounding.What the hell happened last night?I blinked slowly, trying to focus. I was in my guest room, laying in my bed and still wearing the tight white shirt Thea had lent me. The fabric was wrinkled and smelled faintly of spilled wine. My jeans were gone, replaced by soft sleep shorts I didn’t remember putting on.I sat up too fast and immediately regretted it. The world tilted. I clutched the edge of the mattress, fighting a wave of nausea.I remembered the bar room. The way I had shattered that expensive wine bottle against the wall like a crazy person. But after that… everything went black. I had no memory of walking upstairs, changing clothes, or getting into bed.A

ROXETTEIt had been a whole week.Seven long, painful days of pretending everything was fine while my heart felt like it was slowly cracking apart.I had been giving Chandler the coldest shoulders I could manage. Every time he tried to touch me, a hand on my waist, a kiss on my neck, even just brushing my hair behind my ear, I would pull away and mutter the same excuse: “I have my period.” Mood swings. Cramps. Not in the mood. The words tasted like lies on my tongue, but I kept repeating them like a shield.I didn’t know how long I could keep this up.Thankfully, my stalker hadn’t sent any more messages or photos. No unknown numbers. No creepy “my kitten” texts. That small mercy had lightened the burden on my shoulders just a little. The upcoming party hosted by student councils also helped. I threw myself into thinking of what to wear or how I should style my hair, anything to keep my mind busy and away from the image of Chandler walking into that building with Thea on his arm.Bu

ROXETTEI stood in front of my locker, mechanically shoving my books inside after the last class. My mind was floating somewhere far away, heavy and foggy, like I was moving through thick syrup. The ache in my chest hadn’t gone away. It had only settled deeper, turning into a dull, constant throb that made every breath feel a little harder.Chandler hadn’t texted. He hadn’t called. The silence hurt more than I wanted to admit. I missed him. I missed his voice, his touch, the way he made the world feel smaller and safer when he was near.But every time I remembered him walking into that building with Thea on his arm, the pain sharpened again.I slammed the locker door a little harder than necessary and turned around only to jump when Diana suddenly appeared right behind me.“Ah!” I yelped, clutching my heart.“Hey,” she leaned against the locker next to mine, arms crossed, smiling like nothing had happened earlier in the canteen. Her eyes were a little red, but she had clearly just