Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruined By The Coby Twins: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

TESSY'S POV Eric showed up on a Thursday. Three weeks before his rent was due. Which told me he was now at the point where he was so desperate he could do anything. Perfect. I opened the door before he knocked. He looked good and I hated that he looked good. Fresh haircut. The grey hoodie I had bought him last winter. And his eyes doing that thing where they begged for a second chance. "Tessy…" "Come in," I said. Not warmly. He sat on my couch. Abd I sat across from him in the armchair with my legs crossed and my face neutral. Letting the silence do the hard work. "I've been trying to reach you for two weeks," he began. "I know." "I need you to know it didn't mean anything…" "Eric." I looked at him. "That guy was nine inches deep in your ass and you were calling him Daddy… don't you tell me it didn't mean anything." He winced. "What do you want me to say?" "Nothing," I snapped. "I want you to listen. We're done. That's it. Simple!" "Tessy please." He le

BRENDA'S POV Dear Diary, these are blurry memories I can barely recall. I'll try to journal them as vividly as I can remember… Jason's pregnancy messed with my recollection a lot. •••••••••• November 12th, 2005. I was on the living room couch when Walter found me. Not dramatically. Not sprawled or collapsed. Just sitting there in the dim light with my hands over my bump and my body doing the same thing it had been doing since the second trimester. My clit was throbbing. That was the thing nobody warned me about. That pregnancy hormones made everything sensitive and swollen… and inconvenient. My baby bump made me feel enormous and unrecognisable. I was much more aware of my own body than I had ever been. Every nerve ending suddenly felt closer to the surface. My nipples got hard against my bra for no reason. My pussy would be wet at the wrong times. Now the ache between my legs were constant and ignored because I had told Walter three months ago that I need

BRENDA'S POVI stared at that hairbrush like it had personally wronged me.Which honestly it had, on multiple occasions… and was about to again."Walter…""Daddy!""Daddy." I swallowed. "I can explain about the drawer…""I know you can." He picked the brush up and turned it over in his hand with a calmness that told me I couldn't escape. "And you will. But first..."He sat at the edge of the bed with his legs apart and patted his thigh for me to come.I didn't move."Brenda.""My belly…""I'll take care of your belly." He patted his thigh again. "Come here."I crossed the room on unsteady legs and he guided me over his lap with those hands. Those hefty capable hands. Arranging my bump carefully between his thighs so the weight of it was supported, my ass tilted up, my toes just brushing the floor."You're overthinking," he said, one palm resting flat on my lower back."I'm not…"The hairbrush came down.Smack!It wasn’t hard. Just a testing stroke. The sting spread immediately on my a

ROSELINE'S POVRichard cheated on me.I found out while watching the news.Not from Richard. Not from a confession or a guilty phone call or even the courtesy of a lie I could choose to believe. I found out the same way everyone else did, sitting on the edge of our oversized bed in my bathrobe with a glass of overpriced white wine warming untouched in my hand while the TV glowed across the room.His face appeared first.Then hers.A gorgeous brunette stepping out beside him outside some restaurant in Monaco. Cameras flashing so brightly across the pavement it almost looked cinematic. His hand rested low against her back in that intimate, familiar way it used to rest against mine. Firm. Possessive. Effortless.The kind of touch that announced closeness without needing explanation.And beneath them, the headline rolled across the screen in cruel white letters…RICHARD D'BAJON SPOTTED WITH MYSTERY WOMAN IN MONACO.I just stared at it.At her.At the way she tilted her face toward him

ROSELINE'S POVThe days rolled by very quickly after that fling with Elio. My heart still heavy. And Richard had been blowing up my phone, frantically trying to find out where I was.But I didn't care. I was a free woman in some random luxury hotel in the heart of Florence. And that was all that mattered. Not him. Not his cheating. Not his community dick!Today, I came down for breakfast at eight.Same table by the window I had taken every morning since arriving the hotel. Same view of the impeccable skyline. Same careful arrangement of a woman who pretended she had herself together.Elio was was on duty.I noticed him the moment I sat down and told myself not to and did it anyway. The uniform fitted him differently when I knew what was underneath it. The white shirt across those shoulders. The seductive way his forearms flexed when he poured coffee. I hadn’t properly looked at his body that night. I'd been too consumed by what it was doing to my pussy and now I was making up for