บททั้งหมดของ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄: 𝐀𝐧 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

Anita’s pov“Fuck, this place is huge,” I said out loud the second I dropped my bag in the hallway. My voice bounced off the walls and came back at me like the house itself was answering.My sister Leah walked out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a dish towel, still wearing that little silk robe she always threw on after sex. It barely covered her ass. “Language, Anita. You’re a guest.”“I’m your sister, not a guest. And Mom’s halfway across the world so who’s gonna hear me cuss?” I kicked off my sneakers and left them crooked by the door. The marble floor felt cold under my bare feet. Everything in this house smelled expensive, clean, and not mine.Leah’s new husband Marcus leaned against the doorway behind her, shirt open, jeans low on his hips. He had that post-fuck look, hair messy, mouth still red from kissing. I caught him looking at my legs for a second too long before he smiled like nothing happened.“You made it,” he said. “Welcome to the madhouse.”“Madhouse?” I snorted. “

Anita’s pov“She’s gone,” I said the second the front door clicked shut and Leah’s car pulled out of the driveway. Afternoon light poured through the kitchen windows and the house felt bigger without her in it. Marcus stood at the counter pouring a glass of water like nothing had happened in the car an hour ago, like my shorts weren’t still damp from his fingers.He set the glass down and looked at me. “Friends’ lunch. She’ll be gone in a couple hours at least.”“So it’s just us.” I walked into the kitchen and hopped up on the island, legs swinging, the same shorts from earlier riding high on my thighs. “Are you going to keep being polite or are we done pretending?”Marcus leaned against the opposite counter, arms crossed, that careful forty-three-year-old face still in place. “We’re talking. That’s all.”“Talking about nothing,” I said. “That’s what this is. Silence doing all the work while you stare at my legs.”He didn’t deny it. His eyes stayed on the bare skin between my shorts

Anita’s pov“Come here,” Marcus said the second I stepped back onto the porch after the outdoor shower, water still dripping down my bare legs and my skin clean of his cum. He didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me like he had been starving for it for months.His mouth was hot and open, tongue pushing past my lips, tasting me deep while one hand slid down to squeeze my bare ass. I kissed him back just as hard, naked under the night air, my tits pressed against his still-open shirt.He broke the kiss only long enough to mutter against my mouth, “I’ve wanted to do that since you walked in the door this morning.”“Then keep doing it.”He did. The kiss turned messier, teeth scraping, his cock already hard again and pressing against my stomach through his jeans. I dropped to my knees right there on the porch steps without being told. The wood was rough under my knees but I didn’t care. I yanked his jeans down and his thick cock sprang free, still h

Anita’s pov“You’re still out here,” I said when I slipped back onto the porch twenty minutes later, naked under the towel I had only wrapped for the walk through the house. The windows upstairs stayed dark. Leah’s soft snoring drifted down once when I passed the hallway and then nothing. Marcus stood by the railing where he had fucked me earlier, jeans open again, cock already half hard in his hand like he had been stroking it while he waited.He looked at me and didn’t tell me to go back inside. “Couldn’t sleep.”“Neither could I. Your cum was still leaking out of me every time I moved.” I dropped the towel on the steps and walked over to him bare. “You said never again. Yet here you are with your dick out.”Marcus let go of himself and grabbed my waist, pulling me flush against him. “The house is dark. She’s out cold. I should send you to your room.”“But you’re not.” I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock, stroking the thick length slowly. “You’re going to keep me

Vivian’s pov“Daniel, drive safe, okay? Text me when you get to the office.”I stood at the front door and watched him grab his keys, still wearing that soft concerned look from breakfast. He leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, the kind of quick everyday kiss that used to feel normal, then pulled back and searched my face one more time like he could tell something was still off.“Are you sure you’re alright? You’ve been quiet since that text earlier. If something’s wrong just say it.”“I’m fine. Go. You’ll be late and I don’t want you stuck in traffic.”He hesitated another second, then nodded and walked out. The door closed behind him. The car started in the driveway. I stood there and listened until the sound of the engine faded completely down the street before I let the smile drop off my face like a mask I could not hold any longer.My phone buzzed almost the second he was gone.Same unknown number.“Come to my office. Discuss this wit