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INDIGOI arrived at FanHub at exactly 8:30 a.m.No rushing. No excuses. I had made sure of that. On my way back from my parents’ house on Sunday, I stopped at a store and bought a new alarm clock. I laid out my outfit the night before, like a soldier preparing for battle. This morning I woke up, took a long shower, concealed my brows, did my lip combo, and slipped into a khaki handkerchief skirt that swayed with every step, an off-shoulder white top that showed just a hint of collarbone, and brown leather boots that gave me height and confidence.I wasn’t going to give Dario Cross any reason to call me out again.The top floor was already buzzing when I stepped off the elevator. A few people gave me sympathetic looks — quick, pitying glances that made my stomach twist. Word had clearly spread about last week’s public execution. I kept my head high, refusing to shrink.At the reception desk sat a woman who looked to be in her early thirties. She was visibly pregnant, glowing in a soft

INDIGO“You did what?” Mom stared at me from across the kitchen island, her coffee cup frozen halfway to her lips, eyes wide with disbelief.I poked at the pancakes on my plate with zero enthusiasm, the syrup pooling uselessly around them. My appetite had disappeared the moment I stepped into my parents’ house on the outskirts of the city this weekend. “I got sent home for a week, Mom. On my very first official day. He called me out in front of the entire staff like I was some irresponsible teenager and told me not to come back until next Monday.”Dad, who had been pretending to read the newspaper at the end of the table, finally lowered it. His brows furrowed in that protective way he always got whenever someone messed with his daughter. “That’s ridiculous. Did you at least get a chance to explain what happened? Traffic? Alarm issues? Anything?”I let out a bitter, humorless laugh and pushed my plate away. “I tried. I opened my mouth and he cut me off before I could even finish sayin

DARIOI was already in a foul mood before the meeting even started.Rico leaned against the edge of my desk, his blue-dyed hair slightly messy like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. My best friend and head of the camera crew knew me well enough not to push when I was like this.“Tell me you’re joking,” I said, pacing my office even though I was one sentence away from snapping.“I’m not,” Rico replied. “They signed with Infinitum this morning. We lost it.”Of course it was them.Another competitor swooping in last minute with cleaner terms and louder promises. Same playbook, different day. Still, it didn’t make the sting any less irritating.“We had that deal for three weeks,” I said flatly.“And now we don’t,” Rico added, careful this time. “They moved fast. Someone inside tipped them off or—”“Fucking vultures. I don’t care how they did it,” I cut in. My grip tightened around my phone. “I care that they did.”“You’re in a mood,” he said.“I’ll get over it,” I replied.

INDIGOI went alone.I told Leah I didn’t need moral support. I knew exactly what her “offer” really was — just an excuse to come see her fiancé and play the supportive cousin while secretly showing him off. I strongly refused. I didn’t need her there. I had this. And some dark, guilty part of me wanted to soak him in alone, without her presence ruining the filthy fantasy I’d been living in for weeks.I wore a fitted black skirt that hugged my ass and stopped just above my knees, knee-high leather boots that made my legs look endless, and a cropped blazer over a thin white blouse. Professional on the outside. A bad decision on the inside.His office was intimidating — floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, multiple screens on the walls showing live sports feeds, shelves lined with awards and trophies, and a massive modern desk that made him look like he owned everything in sight.The second I stepped inside, my pussy clenched hard.He sat behind the massive desk in a perfectly

INDIGOI was having a wet dream. Again.This time I was on my knees in Leah’s room, my ginger curls wrapped tight around a strong fist while I choked on a thick cock, drool running down my chin as I tried to take every inch. The man above me groaned low, his eyes locked on mine with dark satisfaction.“Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with pleasure. “Just like that, Indigo. Deeper.”My pussy clenched hard even in the dream, soaking my thighs. I woke up gasping, hips grinding desperately against my pillow, my nightshirt bunched around my waist and my fingers already between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit. I was drenched — panties ruined, sheets sticky. Sweat clung to my skin and my ginger curls stuck to my neck.For a second I stayed there, riding the edge, chasing the orgasm that felt so close. It was the same dream that had tortured me every single night since I stayed over at Leah’s house two weeks ago.I hadn’t meant to spy. I was only going to the bathroom when I heard th