LOGINWell, it was easier to frame her as he kept her away, but still. The jealousy eats at me. "Unbelievable," I laugh bitterly, shaking my head as I take a step back toward the door. "I am trying my best to make things work between us, Deckard. I am out here breaking my back, protecting our son, and bu
I shift my weight, settling my hips comfortably over Deckard’s thighs, and let out a soft, pleased purr. Slowly, deliberately, I run my manicured fingers through his thick, dark hair, massaging his scalp in that slow, rhythmic way I know usually turns his brain to complete mush. He’s sitting on th
He leans forward, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial, deeply unsettling whisper as he stares directly into my green contact lenses. "In fact... you don't have to be a maid at all, Candy. I can make all of this manual labor disappear with a single phone call. If you can just agree to be my pri
"Look, Naomi, if Dennise catches you in here, she’s going to—" The distinct, heavy sound of the deadbolt locking echoes through the quiet kitchen. My entire body goes completely rigid. My instincts scream at me, a cold shock of adrenaline instantly shooting straight to my fingertips. That isn't th
I smooth down the front of my oversized, scratchy maid uniform, my fingers tracing the small bruise on my chest from where Caroline's finger violently ripped my dress open at the cemetery yesterday. My skin still feels raw from the humiliation, my eyes are burning from crying all night over Owen, a
The striking, facial structure. Sydney is an absolute, undeniable replica of the woman in the vintage photograph—Tobias’s mother. The almost psychotic protectiveness Tobias has shown toward Sydney from the very first moment he met her. The massive financial safety nets he threw under her, the fact
I’m nearly at the front door, thinking about the deposition for the weekend’s upcoming corporate merger case, when I’m run into by a little woman with a bouquet of flowers that block out her view. The impact is soft, a rustle of silk petals and greenery, but the scent is what hits me first. It’s th
The sun hasn’t even fully cleared the horizon when the first ping pierces through my dreams. I groan, burying my face into the plush silk pillows of my bed, trying to block out the intrusion. But then comes another. And another. And many more notifications that makes my heart start to race before
I’m holding a prop silver fork, ready to say my next line, when Marcus, the actor playing my love interest, suddenly drops his character mask. "I can't even look at you," he says, his voice loud enough to carry over the hum of the cooling fans. The cameras are still rolling, the red tally lights gl
I spin around. Lydia is standing there, leaning against a light stand, her arms crossed and a malicious glint in her eyes. She’s holding her own phone, the screen glowing with the same influencer video I just watched. "Funny how things work out, isn't it?" She scoffs, stepping closer. Her makeup is







