[Bianca]I groaned, rolling onto my back as I arched slightly. "god...he's a walking thirst trap," I muttered, already annoyed at myself for how true that was. Dante wasn't just attractive; he was downright lethal—the kind of man who could ruin a perfectly good night's sleep just by existing in my thoughts. The kind that was tailor-made to destroy any sense of dignity I had left. My fingers trailed over my shirt, grazing the sensitive skin beneath. No bra, of course. I could barely tolerate that bondage at home. My hand drifted downward, almost against my will, brushing the waistband of my panties, damp enough to confirm that I'd lost this internal battle the moment I opened his photo. Why did he have to look like that? Like some dark angel, shirtless, with a knowing smirk on his face as if he could see right through the screen as if he knew exactly what I was doing at this very moment.I lifted my phone once again, biting down on my lips as my thumb traced his image, recalling every
[Bianca]"Bianca Campbell."An officer's voice echoed through the cell block, startling me. I looked up from where I sat on the hard bench, my back aching from the endless hours of staring at the ground. The officer, a broad-shouldered guy with a slight frown and a ring of keys at his waist, nodded at me. "You're free to go. Someone posted bail."I stood up, brushing my hands against my jeans as his keys rattled within the lock. He pulled the cell door open. "Come on out."I walked out of the cell with my head down, my heart pounding, trying to think of an explanation to make what I did sound right.As soon as we rounded the corner into the waiting area, there he was, in dark shades and a purple hoodie: Grayson. The only person I'd thought to call. I broke into a run and threw myself into his arms, burying my face in his chest.His strong hands enveloped me. I'd promised myself I wouldn't cry—I really had. But the moment he began to rub gentle circles on my back, my resolve melted. I
[Bianca]I felt my body trembling in both frustration and rage. How dare he? Who the hell did he think he was? I didn't care how much money he thought he had, but he was out of his mind if he expected me to simply go down without a fight."B?""B?" Grayson's voice almost startled me, pulling me back to the present. His hand landed gently on my shoulder, causing me to flinch in response. I looked down at my own hands, only now noticing that my fists were clenched so tight my knuckles had turned bone white. Slowly, I unclenched them, letting out a shaky breath as I tried to regain control. "Hey, it's okay," he said, his tone soft. "Maybe just... take it easy, okay? I can stay back for a few days, and help you find somewhere new, somewhere decent. Make sure you're settled."I took another steadying breath, watching as the movers continued packing up my things with a strange, detached focus. I barely heard Grayson as he continued speaking until he said:"Or you could consider my offer,
[Bianca]The last thing I remembered was Grayson's voice shouting, ordering people to get out of the way while one or two others pushed me out of what sounded like an ambulance. My eyelids were heavy and the sounds were blurry and distant.When I opened my eyes with a sharp gasp, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, a drip attached to my hand. It took a few seconds for my brain to kickstart. Beside me, Grayson was slumped in a chair, head resting on the bed. The moment I shifted, he jerked upright, blinking at me with wide, startled eyes."Holy shit! Don't scare me like that, B. What the hell happened?" He shot up from his seat, hovering as if he didn't know what to do with his hands.I blinked, struggling to process it all. "I... don't know," I replied, shaking my head.Grayson immediately moved to the door. "Stay put. I'll get the doctor."He was gone before I could protest, and I sat there in silence, gripping the thin blanket covering my legs. The events before I'd blacked out
[Bianca]I bit his lips, shoving him off me. His eyes widened momentarily, but then he smirked, touching his bleeding lip with one hand. Without warning, his hand shot out, gripping my upper arm with a bruising force. I braced myself, expecting him to lash out, but instead, he leaned in, his breath warm and unsettling against my ear."If you do that, I may not be able to hold back." A dangerous light danced in his eyes as he licked his lips. "Pain... does wild things to me.""If you touch me, I swear I'll scream. My friend knows I'm here, I'll fucking sue you!" I started blurting out all the threats I could think of in fear that he would force me into something I didn't want. "Oh, relax." He rolled his eyes, letting out a low, mocking laugh. "I may be a lot of things, sweetheart, but I'm not a rapist." His smirk widened, his fingers tightening on my arm just a fraction. "Now go on. Hit me.""What?" I asked incredulously but his tone dropped."Hit me, unless I'll hit you." He said wit
[Dante]"Careful, Bianca... you don't know what you're inviting."I forced her back against the elevator wall, feeling the heat radiating from her as she arched as though our bodies belonged together. It was cute. Not hot, just cute. Her hands grasped my tie, pulling me closer, and I couldn't suppress a low growl. Now that was hot...I got hard at the thought of being inside her once more— to bury myself deep, deep enough to make her feel it in her stomach, deep enough that her walls would be clenching for dear life. 'Fuck...' I cursed under my breath as she yanked me down, demanding more. My fingers worked to undo unhook her bra, peeling it away alongside her shirt.Her breasts came free—perfectly shaped, with a delicate blush at the centre that seemed almost made to taunt me. They were full yet perfectly fitting her frame, drawing me in, silently begging my lips to consume them.I cupped them firmly, kneading and moulding them as I ground my bulge against her, our bodies aligning. M
[Grayson]I sat in my car, staring at the polished glass exterior of The Burge. Something in the name alone didn't sit right with me. Bianca had been acting strangely. From the second we were reunited until her temper tantrum at the hospital. I knew her all too well to know when she was trying to shoulder problems all alone—enough to know when she was in trouble.I'd followed her taxi here, telling myself it wasn't stalking—it was concern, undeniably so.Concern. Right. That's what I called this restless feeling in my stomach. The last time she said she had 'things to handle,' I got a call that she was in the hospital and suffered from a freaking heart attack! That was five years ago. Till today, she never told me what exactly she 'had to handle.'I didn't want to seem like a creep, but Bianca was my dear friend and the type of person who couldn't make any new friends. I guess maybe anyone who didn't know her for as long would think she was just a stuck-up little brat. But she'd face
[Dante]I looked down at the woman, sprawled unconscious at the edge of the bed—my bed. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Her shirt had lost most of its buttons so her red, lace bra was exposed. I wondered what face she'd be making when she regained her senses and the effects of the drug wore off.I unbuttoned my suit jacket without taking my eyes off her, sliding it off my shoulders before tossing it carelessly onto the armchair in the corner. My inner shirt followed suit. The cool air brushed over my skin as I turned toward the bathroom, locking the door behind me with a soft click.From the pocket of my trousers, I retrieved her panties. Bianca's red lace, delicate and damp, was a treasure I hadn't planned to stumble upon tonight. The moment I held it up, the scent of her arousal hit me like a drug—overwhelming and utterly intoxicating."Dirty little liar," I muttered, my voice low and condescending. She always played the innocent card so well, but this... this was a de
[Bianca]The more time I spent with this twisted man, the more I realized how normal Dante actually was.And that thought alone was terrifying.It was something in the way this one smiled—really smiled. Not the polite, performative grin Dante forced in pictures or social settings. This one truly enjoyed himself. From humming to a song that wasn't playing, whistling and smirking to himself as if life was one big private joke and I was the punchline. Worse of all, he was quite chatty. And in a vulgar way.At least Dante had the decency to be emotionally unavailable. Predictably cold. But this one…this one is just too hard to read.I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, trapped between his mood swings and the steadily growing dread in my gut.He asked me about society—trends, current affairs, celebrity gossip. All things I'd probably care about if I hadn't been hospitalised for a long time."I used to keep up," I muttered, arms folded tightly over his suit jacket that covered my undergarme
[Mr. Wentworth]The elevator hummed like a dying thing, terribly dull, filling the space between us with its pathetic little song.Dante had slipped.How precious. How laughable. The bastard had spent his whole life perfecting his little illusion, pretending he was untouchable, that he didn't feel anything. But I saw it. Felt it. That moment of weakness.And over this woman, of all things?My fingers twitched. I rolled my wrist, cracking the joint once—Pop.Then again—Pop. Pop.'Hehe...' The great and prideful Dante... undone by something as feeble as this bag of flesh and bones.I turned my head slightly, watching Bianca from the corner of my eye. She hadn't spoken since I took over. Hadn't even looked at me. She was simply trembling in my arms.Hehe.I hoped she was thinking about what could have happened if Dante had abandoned her completely. If I had been in control sooner.The possibilities were endless. I would have let them defile her while I let Dante watch. 'But that fool
[Dante]I took the stairs two at a time, my pulse as calm as it often was. In fact, when was the last time something had made my heart race? 'I'm not sure I recall.' Keith's apartment was in a part of town that reeked of bad decisions. Most tenants had either turned a blind eye to crime or were involved in it themselves. The fact that Keith had gotten himself tangled in drug peddling—stealing and reselling from my company, no less—only confirmed what I already knew. He was a pathetic excuse for a man. No, Keith was still just a boy in my eyes, but his father was someone worth respecting. That was the only reason I hadn't discarded the brat yet.Stealing from my company was one thing but making one mistake after the other was beginning to get on my nerves.As I rounded the final flight, a thought crossed my mind.'Did he fuck her?'The question stopped me in my tracks for half a second. No. Bianca wasn't that desperate. The only way Keith could have touched her was if he'd drugged h
[Dante]I cursed under my breath, hanging up, just when a woman's arms wrapped around me from behind."Mmhm, what's the matter, Dante?" Bella whispered in a low, sultry tone, the warmth of her body pressing onto my back. "You scared me when you suddenly got up. Did something happen?"My eyes narrowed disgustingly, suddenly hyper-aware that she was touching me. Why was she touching me?"Get your filthy hands off me," I snapped, shaking her off like she was something unpleasant that had latched onto my skin.Bella let out an exaggerated whine, but instead of backing off, she latched onto me tighter, pressing her bare chest against my back. "Oh, come on," she murmured, squeezing her arms around me. "You're always so cold, but I'm already used to your harsh words, Dante."Her tone was that of an understanding doctor, but I wasn't in the mood to continue what we were just doing. I wouldn't have bothered calling her if my sex drive hadn't gone over the top this morning—so much so that I kne
[Bianca] I woke up in a comfy bed and yet, my joints felt somewhat stiff—that alone was a bad sign. Instinctively, I reached for my phone before freezing mid-motion. Right. That could ruin my morning before it even started. I sat up slowly, scanning the unfamiliar guest room. It was small and neat, but not the problem. The problem was that I had followed a near-stranger home, stayed the night, and somehow slept with both eyes closed—despite knowing better. I dragged a hand down my face. Bianca Campbell, you must be out of your damn mind. Keith wasn't exactly a stranger. I'd seen him around and exchanged a handful of words. An acquaintance, maybe. But that didn't make what I did any less reckless. I threw off the blanket and stretched, arching my back until I heard a satisfying crack. "Ughh..." I groaned, scratching at my scalp as I shuffled toward the bathroom. One glance in the mirror, and I nearly snorted. What a disaster. My hair was tangled, my skin dull, my eyes
[Bianca]One week. That's how long it had been since my life went from bad to worse.I always thought everyone had forgotten my existence after the years out of the spotlight, but somehow, I keep getting nothing but bad publicity.When I tried to move into a new place on the day I got into an argument with Dante, I'd gotten accepted by the landlord only for him to change his mind the next. If it was just him, I wouldn't have been bothered, but no one seemed to want to have me as a tenant—not even a handful of hotels.At first, I thought it was all just a coincidence. Maybe bad luck. Maybe something about my recent surgery made me seem like a risk. But then the rejections started coming with strange, rehearsed excuses like:'We're at full capacity'. 'Something came up with the lease'. 'There was a mistake—we can't rent to you after all.'It didn't make sense.And that was just the start.My phone buzzed with a new notification, and I winced before even looking.Ex-beauty queen Bianca C
[Dante]There's a feminine saying about men being scum. I don't disagree, but from where I stand, there are different breeds of male scum.There are the weak ones—the spineless cowards who cling to their fathers' names like life rafts, drowning in privilege they never earned.The poor ones—fools who think their fists can change their fate, swinging at the world like cornered animals.Then there are the ambitious ones—schemers who smile in your face while sharpening the knife they'll sink into your spine.And then there's me—a combination of all of the above, or maybe something entirely different. Something worse.But I don't pretend to be what I’m not. I don't hide behind morals or false promises and I live my life as freely as I need to. Because at the end of the day, the only thing bigger than my ego is my dick.And both have ruined lives—just in different ways.***The file in front of me was a mess of numbers, percentages, names—meaningless distractions. I shut it and leaned back
[Bianca]I sat on the floor, my back rested against the wall and both knees folded up to my chest. I stared blankly at the bag of cash some distance away, its contents spilt across the floor.My eyelids drooped, my head bobbing forward in exhaustion while I forced myself awake. Sleep wasn't an option. Not when I was trapped in this place, counting the hours until sunrise like a prisoner awaiting parole.No matter how much control Dante thought he had, he couldn't stop me from finding a way out. The only reason I was still here was because I wanted to settle everything once and for all without having to look behind me while living.Last night had been a disaster.After my failed escape attempt—where I ended up back at the gates—I'd been livid. The security had played dumb, pretending not to know a damn thing, and when I stood by the road hoping for another ride, the first car that slowed down made my senses go off.The driver's stare, the way his lips curled into a slow smirk—it was en
[Bianca]I woke up with a groan, feeling like drums were being hammered inside my head. Despite being laid on something soft, my body felt heavy and desperately weak. Everything was sluggish—my limbs, my mind, even my ability to breathe without putting extra effort into doing so."Fuck..." I muttered, pressing my fingers against my temple as I sat up on the couch. Slowly lifting my eyes to take note of my unfamiliar surroundings, I whispered, "Where... am I?" It was just then that I recalled the memories from earlier. The meeting at the Burge, the elevator ride, Dante Wentworth and the words I had spoken to Grayson."No!" I panicked, quickly rising.My legs felt like jelly, both knees giving way until I collapsed on the cold ground. I winced, tears forming in my eyes as I tried to make sense of it all. My mind was suddenly clear. I recalled everything so vividly—even the pain emanating from the bruise on my knee. It was real.I had ruined a lifelong friendship with Grayson just bec