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-001-

~*JUNE*~“Fuck… your pussy so tight, baby. I love how good you feel,” my boyfriend, Andrew, groans against my ear.His words melt into me, sending a shiver racing down my spine.Slowly, he rolls his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper into me inch by inch until I can’t hold back the gasp that escapes my lips.My fingertips dig into his shoulders as I cling to him, but it only makes everything feel more intense.Too intense.A shaky breath escapes me as my body arches into his, chasing the sensation building deep inside me.“Don’t stop… Please… faster…” I whisper, my voice barely holding together.He leans into me, crashing his lips against mine, and I kiss him back just as messily and hungrily before he pulls back and stares at me, his eyes glazed.With his cock still buried deep inside me, he leans back, hooks his hands under my knees, and lifts my legs high, bending me nearly in half until my knees brush my chest.Not giving me a moment to catch my breath, he quickens his pace, dr

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~*JUNE*~“I still love Maddie. I still love her so fucking much. The only reason I dated you was to get back at her for leaving me.”Andrew’s words slam into me, echoing in my skull.For a second, everything goes still.My thoughts spin as my vision begins to blur.My chest tightens so painfully it feels like it’s being crushed with every heartbeat.Air catches in my throat—I can barely breathe.No. I can’t breathe.I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Only a choked, wet sound escapes.Disbelief twists in my stomach, and a hollow sadness coils low in my core, weighing me down like a leaden stone dropped into my gut.I shake my head, once, then again, like that alone might undo what Andrew just said.I’d always suspected he still loved Maddie.It showed in the way her name lingered on his tongue and the way his eyes softened whenever she came up.But dating me just to get back at her?That… that’s a whole new low.I never expected him to sink that far.Does that mean he never loved

-003-

~*JUNE*~I spin on my stool so fast I almost topple over.“Where is he?” I ask, feeling my heart lurch in my chest.“Over there,” Tyler says, pointing toward the VIP booth.My eyes follow his finger, and the world seems to slow, the music fading into a dull roar.Andrew and Maddie come into view, bathed in the glittering light near the VIP booth.His back is to me, but I recognize him instantly—the slope of his shoulders, the curl of his hair.In his arms is… Maddie.Her fingers are tangled in his hair, and his hands grip her hips like claws.They’re tangled together, mouths locking with a desperate, hungry intensity.My body goes rigid, and my limbs grow heavy, every nerve turning numb all at once.My heart skips a beat, then hammers in my chest, racing twice as fast.The world around me moves, then blurs into shadows and the muffled thumps of music, as I stare at them, unable to tear my eyes away.As I watch them kiss, my heart squeezes so tightly in my chest I think I’m going to hav

-004-

~*JUNE*~If I say breaking up with Andrew didn't hurt, I’m lying.Because this shit hurts like hell.I press my palms against my eyes, trying to push the tears back in, but they won’t listen.They keep falling, hot and relentless, carving dark tracks through the mascara running down my face.I bite my lip so hard I taste copper, trying desperately to hold back my sobs but they spill out anyway.I keep glancing at my phone every minute, my chest tightening with each look, hoping Andrew will text or call.Hoping he’ll apologize, and we can clear things up—and maybe even get back together.But he doesn’t.That bastard didn’t even try to stop me when I walked out on him.I guess I never really mattered to him at all.I was nothing more than a tool he used.And I’m sure he’s glad I’m out of his way now.More tears spill down my cheeks, clouding my thoughts until I can’t see straight.“You need to stop crying, June,” Tyler says for the umpteenth time tonight.He slides onto the stool beside

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~*JUNE*~I know I sound crazy for asking a complete stranger to fuck me.But I don’t give a damn.Right now? I'm acting on instinct.Pure, drunken, angry, heartbroken instinct.I pull back to stare at his face, and he’s still.Completely still.His grey eyes hold my honey brown ones, unblinking.He stares at me with an emotion I can’t name.Shock? Disgust? Anger? I’m not even sure.But one thing is certain: it’s an unpleasing look.Shame crashes through me so fast I feel sick.Oh God.Oh God, what did I just do?I shouldn’t have asked him to fuck me.Now he’s going to think I’m insane.Or desperate.Or worse—both.I step back, my heels wobbling against the sticky club floor."I... I'm sorry," I stammer, heat flooding my cheeks. "I shouldn’t have... I'm drunk. I didn't mean to—"His hand shoots out, gripping my waist and yanking me close.My words die in my throat.His lips crash into mine, stealing the breath from my lungs, and I’m kissing him back before I can think—before I can stop

-006-

~*JUNE*~“Can you go a little faster?” I ask the cab driver, voice low as I grip the edge of the seat.“Sure,” he says, and presses the accelerator a little harder.I glance at my watch. 7:45.My heart hammers as I check it again. 7:46.That’s what I’ve been doing since I got into this cab—checking my goddamn watch.My head pounds so hard it feels like someone is knocking from the inside of my skull.The cab hits a bump, and pain shoots through my head, pulling a quiet groan from my throat.I press my fingers to my temple and close my eyes for a moment, hoping for relief.But it does nothing.Absolutely nothing.If anything, the throbbing only gets worse.I should not have gone out last night.I should have stayed home.I really need to stop listening to Tyler and letting him drag me to the club on Sundays.A long line of traffic comes into view, and the cab slows to a crawl.As I stare out the window, I watch the long queues of cars stretching ahead of us, brake lights glowing red in

-007-

—•TRISTAN•—I’m not someone who enjoys going to clubs.In fact, I can’t stand them.I hate everything about them, from the deafening music that makes coherent thought impossible to the press of bodies and the stench of cheap perfume that clings to the air like smoke.The only reason I ended up in one two weeks ago was because my mate Sammie practically dragged me there by my trousers, going on about how I needed to let loose, which, if I’m honest, didn’t make much sense to me.When I got to the club that night, it took every ounce of willpower not to turn around and leave immediately.I made every effort to avoid talking to anyone.Honestly, I don’t much like people, especially women.Most of them are only interested in what they can get from me.Sammie, on the other hand, loves women—quite a lot—which didn’t surprise me in the slightest when he immediately got tangled up with some ladies as soon as we arrived.As you’d expect, he’s a proper flirt.If flirting were a brand, Sammie woul

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~*JUNE*~The universe must really hate me.That’s the only explanation for why I’m in this mess right now.I know I’ve done a lot of bad things in my life, but I don’t fucking deserve this. I don’t fucking deserve to be in a position where one reckless night, one where I made a complete fool of myself, could cost me my job.Never, not even in my wildest dreams, did I imagine that the man I almost slept with two weeks ago would turn out to be my boss, let alone the CEO of the Macaulay Media Group.The realization still weighs heavily on my chest, pressing down until it feels almost impossible to breathe.If this is a nightmare, I need to wake up from it. Now.I sure as hell have no doubt he remembers me.I saw it in his eyes the moment I walked through that door, the flicker of recognition, the way his jaw tightened, the shift in his gaze from curious to something cold and sharp.It made my stomach churn.I should have faced the consequences that night. I shouldn't have run away.Gosh

-009-

~*JUNE*~You know that song ‘I’m Good’ by Bebe Rexha?Yeah… that’s exactly how my life’s been feeling lately.The past week had been good—better than I expected.I got my first paycheck yesterday.Seeing that amount in my account still feels unreal.When the direct deposit notification came in, I stared at the number for a solid ten minutes, refreshing the page over and over to make sure it was real.It was more money than I had ever seen in my account at once and far more than I ever expected to be paid.Getting paid $3,000 in my first month on the job isn’t something a lot of people get or have the luxury of.Best of all, I still have my job.Every day I show up and leave without getting fired feels like a small victory.I haven’t been to the CEO’s office since that day.I stayed true to the plan I made for myself—to avoid him and never cross his path again.And somehow… it worked.Since then, he has never called for me.No one has shown up at my desk with a termination letter, and n

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~*JUNE*~The PA’s words send my heart thumping so hard against my ribs I can feel it in my throat.Everyone in the office turns to look at me, and my heart thumps harder in my chest.I hear distant murmurs and whispers, but I pay them no mind."Hurry up. Let’s go," the PA says.I swallow."Oh-kay," I hear myself say. The word feels foreign in my mouth, detached from my body.Dropping the files onto my desk, I stand and make my way toward him at the office entrance.Each step feels heavier than the last as I navigate through the maze of cubicles.My legs move on autopilot while my mind screams at me to turn back, to run, to find any excuse to disappear.I fall in step behind him as we head toward the CEO’s office.My palms turn clammy at my sides, and with every step closer, the tremor in my body worsens.The voices in my head keep repeating, He’s going to fire you. You’re going to get fired. There’s no es

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