LOGINChapter 7Denver’s POV I threw my head back and let out a loud laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me, husband. You seem to have forgotten who you’re talking to. You can’t demote me, Dylan. Have you forgotten the major investment I secured for the company two and a half years ago? The investors didn’t trust you enough, so I had to step in and close the deal myself.”Dylan frowned, struggling to recall the details. Then recognition flashed in his eyes, followed by pure annoyance. A low growl rumbled in his chest, and I let out a satisfied sigh.“That single deal earned me the respect of every investor and the entire board. They gave me permanent board membership and added a contract clause that requires a supermajority vote to demote or terminate me,” I said, scoffing. “You signed the papers so quickly back then because you thought it was meaningless.”I watched with deep satisfaction as Dylan’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding together like he was barely holding himself back from destr
Chapter 6Denver’s povDylan’s eyes found mine, curiosity and surprise dancing in them.“You want an open marriage? That’s no problem. I don’t care who you bring to our home anymore. I don’t care how loud you get when you fuck your next whore. And you’ll do the same for me. I’ll do whatever I want—bring any man I want—and you won’t question my decisions once. Is that clear?” I said smoothly, keeping my voice as steady as I could manage.A heavy silence fell between the three of us. Not even a breath disturbed the air. It was as if my words had struck something deep inside him—something he hadn’t seen coming.Then a loud laugh shattered the quiet. Talia stood beside him, doubling over as she continued to laugh, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. I watched her manic display with cold detachment.“What’s so funny, bestie?” I asked, flashing a tight-lipped smile as sarcasm dripped from every word.Her sharp, cold eyes locked onto mine, brimming with contempt.“Oh, Denver. I used
Chapter 5Denver’s POVThe bright morning sun hit me across the face as I stumbled out of what looked like a penthouse. My mouth tasted like ash, and I had no idea how I had gotten there.All I remembered were his hands on me and those gray metallic eyes that had swallowed me whole, dragging me into some kind of twisted twilight zone.I had fucked another man. A man who wasn’t my husband. A man I knew nothing about… yet somehow felt achingly familiar.I waited for the guilt to hit. For the disgust to rot through my veins and drop me to the cold floor. But it never came.Instead, there was only a cold, hollow dread.My mind drifted back to Dylan—my husband. I kept telling myself what I had seen was a mistake. That he had finally come to his senses and regretted every single betrayal over the last three years.His infidelity still cut deep. But I was no better than him now. Our sins canceled each other out. At least… that was what I kept repeating to myself.The taxi pulled up in front
Chapter 4Horace’s POVFor a moment, she didn’t notice me. Her fingers glided slowly up and down her slick folds, tiny moans spilling from her lips like the sweetest melody.My grip tightened around the glass of water until my knuckles turned white. The desire I’d barely managed to suppress surged back like a broken dam. I nearly stumbled.*Is she trying to kill me?*Slowly, her pale electric blue eyes lifted to mine, lips parted. Every ounce of logic I possessed evaporated.“What the fuck are you doing, Denver?” I growled, my voice thick with lust.She caught her lower lip between her teeth and tilted her head, giving me a dazed, needy look.“Daddy… please… I fucking need you,” she whimpered.~I didn’t realize I’d moved until I was standing over the bed, my fingers gripping her chin, forcing her gaze up to mine.“You have no idea what you’re asking for, little devil,” I groaned. Heat flooded my body, blood rushing straight to my cock.“I—I can’t stop it. Fuck… it’s too much,” she so
Chapter 3Horace’s POVI felt her before I saw her.Her hips swayed to the heavy beat, wild curls cascading down her back like a dark curtain. This was the first time I’d ever seen Denver like this—my son’s wife, unleashed.Black streaks of mascara ran down her cheeks, but she looked nothing like the quiet, polished woman Dylan had tried to mold over the years. I didn’t need details to know my bastard son had fucked up again. Royally.Her body moved like liquid sin against the stripper’s, slim arms gliding over curves that made my vision haze with raw hunger. I’d always known she was beautiful. But seeing her half-naked, vulnerable under the hungry stares of strangers, I wondered if I could have claimed her first—before my son ever laid a hand on her.“Who’s that chick?” Royce , my best friend and business partner asked, his voice thick with interest. My eyes narrowed, a surge of possessive heat flooding straight to my groin.By his side, Zane, my other friend just stared. He didn’t s
Chapter 2Denver’s POV“An open marriage?” I scoffed, slamming back the fifteenth shot of whiskey. The amber liquid blazed a scorching trail down my throat.I felt useless. Stupid. Pathetic beyond words. How had I let myself reach this point? I know I should have been kinder to myself—it wasn’t my fault I had never suspected my husband was a lying, cheating bastard all along.He hadn’t always been like this. Dylan used to love me. He would come home every night with armfuls of flowers and that devastating smile that turned me into a puddle at his feet.And I had loved him fiercely, with every fiber of my soul. I had always been sharp, and that intellect had served me well when he brought me on as his personal assistant. I had run his company as if it were my own, even though corporate life had never been my dream. I secured deal after deal, transforming his father’s struggling five-man operation into a hundred-million-dollar powerhouse.That company had belonged to a man I had never m







