LOGINBrian's POVI wasn't concerned about the results of the pre-Olympiad assessment. In all honesty, it was a little easier than I'd expected.I'd been selected to represent NYU at the interstate Olympiad in both my Freshman and sophomore years, so qualifying was never really the issue for me. Making it to the finals was, and in both years, it was the same familiar face that stood in my way. Tiara Benson. Even the thought of her name made me straighten in the exam hall. Tiara and I never really got along in elementary school. Pretty weird, because even though we weren't friends, we were neighbors. Back then, she didn't have a flock of followers, or a beauty schedule that'd make you question whether she was a student or a runway model. She was just a simple, quiet girl from Colorado. Like I was.But along the line, we drifted even further than we were before, and I guess everything changed after she got admission to study in Harvard.Yes, she was one of the Harvard girlies, which mean
MAX“Bianca? Are you in there?”Stephanie’s voice sliced through the storage room like a blade.I didn’t stop.My cock was buried to the hilt inside Bianca’s tight, soaked pussy, her walls fluttering and clenching around me as I thrust hard from behind. She was bent over the dusty old table, blindfolded, her lingerie shoved aside, skirt hiked up around her waist. Her moans were barely muffled as she tried desperately to sound normal.“I’m… I’m okay!” Bianca gasped, her voice shaky and breathless. “Just… changing! Give me a minute!”Her pussy spasmed hard around my cock as I drove into her again, deeper this time. I gripped her hips tighter, pulling her back onto me with every brutal stroke. The risk made everything hotter. Knowing Stephanie was right outside the door — that she could push it open any second — only made me fuck Bianca harder.*Good girl,* I thought, a dark smile tugging at my lips. *Keep talking while I ruin you.*Stephanie didn’t leave. The door creaked open.She step
BIANCAThe small café just off campus was quieter than usual for a weekday afternoon. Sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting warm patches across the wooden table where we sat. Tiffany’s surprise birthday planning session had been my idea, but now that we were here, I felt like I was barely keeping it together.Stephanie, Nico, and a couple of the other drama kids from the Literature Convention — Lena and Marcus — were already deep in conversation. Tiffany’s closest circle, the ones who had helped make the convention a success. They were laughing about old rehearsal stories, arguing over cake flavors, and throwing out ideas for decorations like it was the most important decision of the year.I smiled when I was supposed to, nodded along, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.*My little Fox. Does Vanessa know what you did?*The stalker’s text from days ago still burned in my thoughts. Every time I blinked, I saw it again. The words. The implication. The way my body ha
BRIANThe office was spectacularly quiet today. I needed it to remain like that for the next couple hours.I sat behind my desk, the glow of multiple screens casting sharp shadows across my face. For the past several days, I had been doing nothing but this… cross-referencing phone records, credit card trails, security footage logs, encrypted emails. Anything that could possibly link back to the failed operation on Rebecca.Liam’s half-sister, and a former fling of mine. Seeing her again after all these years felt a lot more relieving than I was willing to admit, and a quiet part of me was actually thankful nothing happened to her……though that was pretty much the opposite of Liam's Instrcuttions.If he found out we had let her slip through our fingers, the consequences would be swift and merciless. Max would be expendable. I would be… inconvenient. And inconvenient people in our world tended to disappear.I leaned back, rubbing my temples. The scent of expensive leather and faint col
TESSAThe office was quiet except for the low hum of the city far below the glass walls. I sat behind my desk, legs crossed, scrolling through the digital file on my screen.Manuel Colt.I stared at the photo… the same man who had almost destroyed me at the back seat of my limo just nights ago. The same man who had been part of that filthy, drug-fueled threesome with the masked girl at Sully’s Palace.My thighs pressed together involuntarily at the memory. The way he had taken control. The way I had come harder than I had in months. The way I had *enjoyed* it.I hated how much I had enjoyed it.Men like him always tried to leverage that kind of night. They thought one taste of power meant they could own me. They were wrong.I pressed the intercom button, voice cold and professional.“Send Manuel Colt up to my office immediately.”I leaned back in my chair, smoothing my pencil skirt. I would fire him today. Cleanly. Professionally. Before he could try to use that night against me.The
VANESSAEvery step up the stairs carried the weight of the dinner conversation. I was happy for Max. Happy that his mom and Aunt had come back, and that Mrs. Callaghan’s health was much better.But a party of me hurt! The part of me that couldn't help but notice the way Bianca had looked at Max, the way Max had looked back at her… even if only for a second. I kept replaying it in my head. The small glances. The careful silence. The way they moved around each other like two people pretending they weren’t circling the same wound.By the time I reached the bedroom, my chest was tight with something I couldn’t name. Jealousy? Fear? Or something darker that made heat pool low in my belly?I closed the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment, breathing slowly. The room was quiet, dimly lit by the bedside lamp. I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto Max's bed still wearing my soft lounge clothes. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning.What if something did happen between them last night?







