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The apartment was still a war zone of petty insults and slammed doors. But now every fight ended exactly the same way. Nova bent over the kitchen counter with her skirt around her waist while Jax railed her from behind. Or riding him reverse on the couch, her ass bouncing as he slapped it red. Or pressed against the hallway wall, legs wrapped around him as he fucked her senseless until she screamed his name. They were still roommates. Still enemies. Still completely, dangerously obsessed with each other. The hate hadn’t disappeared. It had simply evolved into something deeper, rawer, and infinitely more addictive.

My hand slid around to circle her clit again. “Come for me,” I growled against her ear. She shattered—walls pulsing, crying out, body shaking against mine. I followed—deep, hard, groaning her name as I spilled inside her. We stayed like that—panting, joined, wind whipping around us. Then I pulled out. Disposed of the condom. Turned her in my arms. Kissed her softly. “I’m not your enemy, Mira.” She pressed her forehead to mine. “I know.”

My friends have their lovers here and they always tease me because Olivia isn't here. Some of my evil friends told me to have fun, to flirt with other girls because Olivia won't know anyway but I don't want that. She trusted me with her whole heart and if I dissapointed her. She will left me for good, no forgiveness no mercy. Hell everyguy wants Olivia. She's beautiful, smart, fun and she's an easy going person. Everyone loves her and even guys can like her and fight for her even she already have me. She often post a photo of us on I*******m with a sweet caption. She's telling the world that she's taken. She loves me and I love her.

“This is real, Elena. Fuck the denial.” I moaned, shoving his shirt up so I could run my hands over his chest. “I had to. Your enemies are calling for your head.” My nipples tightened instantly as he cupped my breasts, thumbs circling them. My pussy flooded, aching for him again. Marcus spun me around and pressed me face-first against the cool glass window overlooking the city. “Let them come. I won’t hide you.” He hiked my skirt up over my hips and kicked my legs apart.

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