All Chapters of Fucked hard by my worst enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Stephanie’s povBoth of them froze. Trent’s eyes met mine over the woman’s shoulder. For a second there was only the smell of sex and the sight of his cock still buried in someone else.Then I turned, walked out of the bedroom, and closed the door behind me with a quiet, final click. ****The lawyer’s office smelled like burnt coffee and old paper. I sat across from Trent in a stiff chair that dug into my lower back, still wearing the same blouse from yesterday because I couldn't bring myself to do anything after everything that had happened. Jude, my lawyer, flipped through a thin file beside me. Julio, Trent’s lawyer, already looked bored.It started the way everything with Trent started—super loud.“You cheated on me for six years,” I said, voice already climbing. “Six. Years. Different women, on our matrimonial bed with the same excuses.”Trent leaned forward, jabbing a finger at the air between us. “You were never home, you’re always working, always tired and i wanna have sex wi

Stephanie’s POVThe lounge hit me like a second heartbeat.Naked bodies were everywhere. Young. Older. Men. Women. A woman was bound to a heavy wooden chair, wrists and ankles strapped, while two men worked her over with slow, deliberate hands—one sucking hard at her nipple, the other sliding thick fingers between her spread thighs. Another woman had a man’s face buried against her chest, both of them moaning into the contact. Across the room several men knelt with thick ball gags stretching their mouths, eyes glazed and obedient, while a woman in black leather lingerie paced in front of them with a whip coiled in her fist. She cracked it once against the floor and every one of them shuddered like the sound alone was enough.It was a dungeon built for pleasure. Leather and rope and polished metal. St. Andrew’s crosses bolted to the walls. Low platforms padded in dark red. Chains hanging from the ceiling like jewelry. The air smelled of sweat, sex, warm wax, and the faint sharp edge of

Stephanie’s POVThe next morning I sat through two more interviews and watched both doors close in my face.That made five applications total that I had applied for this week. The three remote ones had already rejected me by email. These last two told me, politely and without eye contact, that I wasn’t the right fit for the available position. I packed the thin folder of résumés back into my bag, walked out of the second glass building, and stood on the sidewalk feeling the exact shape of how screwed I was.Eleven days of hotel money had already started bleeding into nine. The divorce check still hadn't been cleared. My final paycheck from Rowan & Vance was a rumor somewhere in the future.I called Nadia while I walked and she answered after the fourth ring.“They both said no,” I immediately told her with a shaky voice. “I’m out of options and almost out of cash.”“Aww, i’m so sorry, don’t worry i’m sure one will eventually work out.” she said and paused. “But I don't want you to thi