VictorWhen I first laid eyes on Madison, I didn't give her a second thought. I mean, she seemed like a nice enough girl: scrawny and kind. Perhaps a little smaller than the average girl at that age.She is Stanley's sister, and she was someone I knew I had to protect.But now...I don't know what the fuck I was thinking when I kissed her the other day. I should've walked away right then, but I didn't. Instead, I got caught up in the heat of the moment and took things even further.Fucking hell... I'm aware of how fucked up it is to prey on Stanley's sister, but what can I say? I am a fucked up human being.If only she had said no when I pushed her against the elevator wall and fucked her senselessly. If only she had pushed me away and told me to get off her.But she didn't.What happened in that elevator should've never happened, but it's too late to take it back now. Now I know how she tastes, and I want more."Boss."Marco's voice brings me back to reality. I'm annoyed at myself as
VictorI didn’t sleep at all yesterday. After taking care of some business and heading home, I stared up at the ceiling for hours. Every single thought in my brain revolved around Madison. I swear I’m not in love with her. Fuck no. This isn’t love it’s just...a very strong attraction.I swear that woman is pretty enough to drive a man insane. Such pouty fuckable lips and doe-eyes that are filled with submission. Simply looking at her makes me want to choke her while taking her hard from behind.Her cunt was so wet when I took her last time…A groan leaves my lips at the memory. My cock is already semi-hard, and I’m fighting not to jerk off a second time today. What is the matter with me? I don’t get it. I’ve dated models and actors, yet I never had this sort of reaction to any of them.What makes Madison so special?Pfft, who am I kidding? I know exactly what makes her unique. The little needy sounds that Maddie made in bed? The way she moaned as I fucked her in that elevator? It’s be
MadisonI can't stop smiling.Victor wants to date me. My childhood fantasies are finally coming true. OH MY GOD! And here I thought Victor was being aloof because he wasn't interested in me, but he proved me wrong. But when he told me he cared about me, it felt like he was being sincere. Victor is Stanley's best friend, and we've known each other since we were kids, so he won't deceive me, right?I feel so elated and thrilled.Stanley narrows his eyes at me as I walk into the apartment. "Why are you smiling like that?'"What, I can't be happy?" I pout."Sure, but you are practically beaming with joy, and it's kind of freaking me out. Did something happen?"Shoot...I can't tell Stanley about dating Victor, at least not yet. "Um...it's nothing, really. I just saw this really pretty seagull while I was running, and it made me happy."Stanley raises an eyebrow suspiciously. "A seagull made you that happy? You must have seen a pretty remarkable seagull."I laugh nervously, hoping that he
MadisonI swear that squirrel is staring at us…“Victor…” I make eye contact with him, panting while searching his face. “As beautiful as it is out here, I’m not having sex with you in the forest. There are ants everywhere.”His lips curve. “How about in the car, then?”“What? Are you crazy? There are people everywhere in the parking lot!”Victor pauses as if listening, and when we hear the faint sound of people getting shot on the paintball field, he grins. “I think most people are too busy playing, and come on, my windows are tinted—no one will know.”I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, considering it. It’s true that Victor is driving around with an absurdly large black car, and since his windows are tinted, no one would hear us. The only problem is that I’m a prude, but at the same time, my panties are wet. I’m hot and bothered, aroused from the simple thought of being pressed down and taken from behind by the hot Adonis I’m on a date with. I sigh. “Fine, let’s have sex in your ca
MadisonI've had a wonderful day with Victor. He has been nothing but charming toward me, and now, when he is driving me home, I feel sad. I would love to spend the night together with him. Waking up to his beautiful face and lovely blue eyes would be heaven, but I realize it's too early to expect that kind of commitment from him. I might not even get a kiss before we bid our farewells...Pouting at my inner thoughts, I glance at Victor. He is staring ahead and focusing on the road, and my chest tightens. There is a permanent flutter in my chest that won't go away whenever I'm around him. Will it become a problem?Suddenly, Victor throws me a questioning look. "What is it?"I blush and avert my eyes. "Nothing...I just...umm...spaced out for a moment there. Sorry."Victor arches an eyebrow, but he doesn't say anything else. He makes a right turn, and I feel slightly disappointed when I see my brother's apartment. I don't want to go home..."Umm..." Victor looks back at me. "Should I dr
Madison My lips part as I look at my brother’s calm face. He asked me a simple question, and I know I should answer him, but I can’t be honest. Victor wishes to keep it a secret that I’m dating him, and I respect that. Stanley can be left in the dark for now, even if it makes me feel guilty since he just opened up to me. I sigh and blink when the streetlights come to life above our heads. It’s getting dark outside, yet Stanley makes no move to get up from the park bench. His eyes are intense and patiently waiting for my answer, so I lie to him. “No, where did you get that strange idea from? Victor and I are definitely not dating. He is like a brother to me!” I shake my head and snort, hoping to convince him. “The three of us grew up together—it would be so weird to date Victor! He is also your best friend and dating your brother’s best friend? Nah, thank you. That’s another weird thing to do, right?” Stanley nods and says, “I see,” but despite his words, his eyes narrow as if he s
Madison "What got you down this morning?" I look up and force a smile at Frida. "Nothing, I'm fine." "Bullshit. I can see it all over your face. You are upset about something. Besides, you keep messing up this morning and nearly overcooked the pastries," Frida says and narrows her eyes at me. I sigh. I don't have a lot of people to talk to, so I might as well confide in Frida. "I had a fight with Stanley last night. Well, not exactly a fight, but worse." "Stanley? Who is that? A new boyfriend?" Frida's eyes sparkle with curiosity. "Gosh, no. Stanley is my older brother, and he also happens to be Victor's best friend." I groan. Frida nods in understanding. "Ah, let me guess. Bro found out about your hanky panky with the boss, and now bro is upset." My face turns bright red, and I hang my head. "Yeah, something like that. And now Stanley is furious with me, and I don't know how to fix things." Frida puts a hand on my shoulder. "Well, nothing serious happened between Victor and
Madison When I see Gustaf's bloodshot eyes and smell his sour, alcoholic breath, all I want to do is scream. But the sound gets muffled when he presses his filthy hand harder against my mouth while pulling me to him. Does this guy ever shower? There is a putrid smell on his skin as if he has been digging in his own ass. Disgusting. "Aw, did you just try to scream?" Gustaf scoffs mockingly as he tightens his hold on me. "Well, too damn bad because no one will be coming for you this time!" He laughs like a madman and drags me toward the stairs with horrifying strength that I stand no chance of fighting against. That doesn't stop me from trying, though. The first thing I do is try to stomp his feet, but he is wearing boots, and it proves ineffective. So I change my tactics and try to bite his arm—unwillingly tasting the filth that clings to him like a second skin. Tears prickle behind my eyelids, but I bite harder until Gustaf finally releases me. "You fucking bitch!" he pushes me
SheilaI freeze, my heart racing as I look around the room, trying to spot any signs of danger. Ethan notices my distress and places a comforting hand on my arm."Is everything okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face."I don't know," I say, showing him the message from my dad. "He's telling me to leave."Ethan's expression darkens. "We should go, then. Henrik!" he calls out to my brother, who's standing at the punch bowl, chatting up one of the teachers. "We need to leave. Now."Henrik nods, his eyes scanning the room. "I'll go get the car."We rush out of the venue, and Henrik pulls the car around to the front. We jump in, and he speeds off into the night."What's going on?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest."I don't know. But I got the same message from Dad, telling us to leave," Henrik says, scanning the parking lot.Ethan's phone buzzes, and he checks it. "My dad is telling me the same thing.""Someone is following us," Henrik says urgently as he looks into the rearview mir
Prom night.I stand in front of the mirror, admiring my dress. It's a strapless, navy blue gown that hugs my curves in all the right places. My friend Leslie helped me pick it out, and I couldn't be happier.I hear a tapping at my door, and I grin, knowing it's Henrik. I quickly open it."Ready to go?" Henrik asks.I nod, excitement bubbling inside of me. "Thanks for helping me with this, Henrik. I really appreciate it."He chuckles. "Of course, sis. Anything for you. Now, let's go before Dad starts to suspect something."We make our way outside, and I see Ethan's car waiting for us. Henrik opens the door for me, and I climb in. Ethan greets me with a smile. My heart skips a beat as I take in his handsome appearance. He's in a black tuxedo, and he looks like he just stepped out of a magazine."You look beautiful," he says, taking my hand.I blush, feeling flattered. "You don't look too bad yourself, Ethan."He smirks. "Glad to hear it. Shall we get going, then?""Ahem..."We both turn
Sheila Damien almost looks nervous at the woman, which is kind of funny to me. Isn't he supposed to be some tough Mafia boss?"Hey, Addie. This is Sheila," Damien says. "Sheila, this is my wife, Adeline."Hi," I say shyly.Adeline's eyes light up. "Sheila? Ethan told me about you!"Ethan talked about me? My cheeks warm at the thought."What are you doing here? Where is Ethan?" she asks.I look at Damien, trying to give him a chance to explain the situation, but when he says nothing, I decide to tell her myself."Mr. Damien kidnapped me from my school."Adeline's face twists into a frown. "He did what!?" she exclaimed.Damien raises his hand. "Now, hold on, I wouldn't call it kidnapping."I keep my smile intact. "It was definitely kidnapping. Some guy just pulled over next to me and told me to get inside the car."Adeline glared at him. "And why did you do such a thing?""Mr. Damien found out I am the daughter of his enemy, so he wanted to have a chat with me," I answer for him.Adeli
SheilaI don't care what Dad says. I want to see Ethan again. Last time we had so much fun together, and we connected so well!I catch him by his locker, so I stride toward him. "Ethan, hi!" I chirp.He looks at me and smiles. "Hey, Sheila. I thought you were forbidden from seeing me.""I am, but I don't care," I say determinedly.Ethan chuckles. "Being a rebel, are we?"I turn serious. "Look, Ethan. I don't care what kind of rivalry your dad and my dad have going on, but I want us to keep being friends. What do you have to say about that?"Ethan smirks and leans toward me. "Friends? I was hoping we could be more than friends."My heart does a little flip inside my ribcage. "Really?"Ethan nods, his smirk fading into a gentle smile. "Yeah, really. I've enjoyed getting to know you, Sheila. You're smart, funny, and we have a lot in common. I'd like to explore the possibility of something more than just friendship if you're interested."I bite my lower lip. "I would like that.""I wanted
HenrikI lean back in my chair as the waitress approaches us."Here's your whiskey on the rock. Let me know if you need anything else," she says with a smile.I smile back. "You know what, there is something else I need.""What's that?" she asks."I was wondering if you would spend some time with me tonight," I say.Her smile falters a bit. "What do you mean?""I mean, why don't we go to one of those private rooms and...talk? Maybe you could give me a lap dance?" I say and wink at her.Her cheeks flush. "I am not one of the dancers. I am just a server."I shrug. "What if I pay extra?"She sucks in a breath and her eyes narrow. "Are you serious? That's highly inappropriate." She takes a step back, clearly offended.But I'm not one to be deterred so easily. I lean in closer and give her a smirk. "Come on, it will be fun. I promise you won't regret it."She shakes her head and takes a step back. "I am not interested in being paid to dance for you."I shrug again. "That's too bad. But may
HenrikDang, family dramas, am I right?After causing that big scene at dinner, Dad got us all together for a private meeting."I need you all to keep an eye on your sister," he says in a hushed tone. "Don't we do that anyway?" Jonas rolls his eyes."I am serious!" Dad growls at him. "Pay extra attention to her. Make sure she doesn't see Ethan again.""You do realize they go to the same school, right? And they plan on going to the Prom together," I remind him."I will pull her out of school if I have to," Dad says gruffly.All four of us shake our heads disapprovingly. "That's a terrible idea," Oliver says. "She is about to graduate soon. You can't pull her out of school now. She will never forgive you.""Yup. Oli is right. Let her graduate at least," Aleks agrees.Dad's expression softens. He takes a deep breath, his voice reflecting a mixture of concern and resignation. "Fine. But you all need to promise me that you'll keep a close eye on her. And if anything feels off or suspicious
Sheila"Out! Get out of my house, NOW!" Dad roars, pointing at Ethan."Dad! What the hell!?" I stand up too. What is he doing and why? "Why are you saying this to Ethan?"Ethan looks as confused as me. "Sir?""I need you to leave. And make sure you and my daughter never see each other again," Dad says."I don't understand," Ethan says."Me neither," I say as I stare at my dad, completely embarrassed and horrified."Yeah, Dad. What's going on?" Henrik remarks."Hold on, everyone. Let's take a moment to understand what's happening here," Mom says, her voice steady and composed. "Victor, why are you suddenly asking Ethan to leave and demanding that they never see each other again?"Dad takes a deep breath, his anger subsiding slightly as he tries to explain himself. "It's for their own good. I can't have Damien Sky's son date my daughter."Mom looks at him curiously. "Damien Sky? Victor, why is that name significant? Why are you freaking out about him?""Damien and I go way back. And not
Sheila I changed my clothes at least three times in less than an hour. I am nervous. No, not just nervous. I am absolutely terrified of the dinner tonight. When Oliver told me he was planning on inviting Ethan over for dinner, my heart plunged to my throat. I tried to say no because I knew what my brothers were up to. They just want to invite Ethan so they can scare him in the comfort of their own home. But for some reason, I couldn't say no. Maybe because seeing Ethan in my house is much more tempting. I make a mental note to myself: I must protect Ethan from the quadruplets' wrath. And so I am standing in front of my wardrobe, looking for the perfect outfit. Nothing screams "I'm not interested" more than a casual T-shirt and jeans, but I don't want to seem too eager either. I try on a white summer dress with delicate lace details that fall perfectly around my curves. But then again, it's too girly and Ethan might think I'm trying too hard. So I put on a pair of slim-fitting j
OliverSheila is charging towards me. Her face is flushed red. She must be pissed at me and I know exactly why."How could you!?" she snarls at me."What do you mean? How could I what?" I feign ignorance which seems to piss her off even more."HOW COULD YOU RUIN MY DATE?" she roars.Jeez...so angry. I swear she has anger issues like Dad. "Don't scream at me, Sheila. I am older than you.""I don't give a hoot how old you are," she growls."What's all this commotion here?" Our father, Victor walks in and asks."Sheila is screaming at me because I scared her little date at the museum," I say gruffly.Dad scowls. "Date? What date?"Sheila's face turns pale. I can tell she is caught off guard as she didn't want to tell our father about her dating boys already. Hmm...I feel bad for her now. "She is trying to get a date for the Prom, Dad, that's all," I say in her defense."Okay...so what's the issue here?" Dad asks. "Ethan is new and he hasn't heard all the dumb rumors about me and my fam