LOGINBIANCANo two ways about it.My little stalker… was Max.Unless someone else in this city had the exact same “絆” tattoo I’d seen in that storage room.A smirk crept onto my lips before I could stop it. The memory hit like a warm hug and a cold kiss at the same time: the roughness of his hands, the way he’d fucked me like he owned me, the way I’d come harder than I should have. All while we were, more or less, not as close as we were before. Ha.He probably didn’t know I knew.And boy, was I planning on keeping it that way.Halfway down to the bus stop, my elation slowly drowned in guilt. Vanessa’s face flashed in my mind… elegant, composed, and completely unaware that I’d fucked her boyfriend twice in three days.“Were they even dating though?” I thought, trying to rationalize the heavy weight in my chest. They seemed close, sure. But Max and I had been close too, once. Closer than close. And we weren't dating then.Ugh. What was I even saying?My head was still scrambled from that
Hello Guys.I wanted to be a lot more intentional in communicating this as I discovered the main comment section of the book might not get everyone's attention. So I chose to use this instead.First, thank you. All of you. Thank you so so much for your support. Last night, I went over the comment section of every single chapter and tried my possible best to acknowledge and reply every single one of them. I love you all, dearly.Secondly, I'm aware of the mistakes in my book. From inconsistencies to spelling errors, tenses, the case of that duplicate chapter, and then me unfortunately uploading a work from a completely different book in the previous chapter. I am terribly sorry. I corrected the accidental chapter 148 to what it's meant to be (Very important to Brian's story). I wish I could take a hiatus and work on all other problems, but stalling updates doesn't sit right with me. Especially when I know you all pay hard-earned money to unlock chapters. As a result, I will give my be
BRIAN I was convinced Max would try something stupid at that hangout. That's if he wasn't doing some dumb shit already. Getting invited to The Lang’s personal home even though he wasn't working directly under either of them was already suspicious. What was that kid planning? Ugh. Hell if I knew. It probably didn't even matter. Besides, I had my own my shit to deal with. Today made it a week since Sabrina left, and three days since I last stepped foot in the family home. For obvious reasons, I couldn't go back there now. And even if I tried, I was pretty sure Max would kick up some unnecessary drama. Anyways, he'd be well within his rights. He only knew one side of the story, after all. I rounded up for the day and stashed a couple folders into my bag, eager to sign off for the night when my office door suddenly clicked open. I was half-sure it was my secretary trying to string up some small talk in an attempt to hitch a ride. Normally I wouldnt mind, but she'd been very ‘
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







