SARAH The door opened with a crash and the next thing I knew, someone had hauled me off the day bed with a hand clutching my throat.“Akh!” I tried to pry the hand off, but he wouldn’t let me. It was Vega. I could smell him before I could see his face. And his hand on my throat wasn’t anything new.Except this time, I thought he would actually kill me. His face was blotched with red patches of rage.“What did you do? What did you do, you bitch!”Thankfully, he threw me on the bed after that because I could breathe. I wasn’t dead yet. He’d found out. But I knew he would. I was ready.“What do you mean?” I turned to him with tears in my eyes. Having your throat on a vise grip could do that. “I didn’t do anything!”“You were with that husband of yours! He’s been coming to our sauna and you’ve been entertaining him and fucking him without telling me!” He was fuming with anger, his voice like a thunderclap inside the room.“Carl?” I scoffed. “I have been playing with him… been playi
SARAHI could hear his voice. For days now, I have been able to hear him talking to me. I couldn’t open my eyes. They had something covering them. I couldn’t speak but for a few moans. I thought I lost some of my teeth when Vega beat me up. My face didn’t feel like my face. I tried to raise my hand to touch it, but it was on a cast… I wasn’t sure but they told me later. There was a kind nurse who told me what she thought I should know about my injuries. She called Carl my husband. She told me he stayed by my bedside at all hours and when he would leave, it was only for a very short time. She told me I was lucky to have a husband like him.She didn’t know the full story and that we were getting our marriage annulled, but what the hell. It hurt too much to try to speak. It hurt worse to think. A good thing I was always asleep. It weakened me so much to plan.Sometimes I would also hear Fae’s voice. She told me she was staying in the same private hospital and that she had her leg injured
FAEHe pulled me to him and there was one of those mind-numbing kisses again. I was quivering after he’d released my lips. He moved with me near the window ledge, and it had just enough edge for me to be able to lean on to as he placed me where he wanted me. With his eyes on mine, he lowered himself on his knees between my open thighs and slowly slid the hem of my dress upward my thighs until my apex was exposed, still covered in sexily cut cotton panties, but with a spot already dewy with my arousal.I had to look just casually sitting there from whoever could see outside while my husband slid that cloth to the side so he could tongue my quivering pussy. And if I wasn’t of stronger stuff, I would have melted right there on the ledge to the floor. But the game was up, and my back was erect and my head was tilted to the side a little, as if I was conversing with someone, while my thighs twitched at every damn flick and slide of that wonderful, flexible tongue. I couldn’t help my moan w
FAE “You’ve gone very quiet,” he said after a moment, his tone asking me something else—did he get me upset? Was I angry at him? “Have I gone too far?” This time, his voice sounded more than worried. He sounded scared.I raised my eyes to him again. “I want to know why.”“Why I want something like that? I have been trying to understand myself since I started feeling it. It was different when we were young… in college… dreaming about having you even if I had to share you with him. I thought that was how it was going to be if I had a chance for your attention. That if Carl didn’t really care about you, I could try and woo you and have you even if I knew you wanted him. I could live with that.”“Wha-aa-t?!” I was so surprised by this confession that I raised myself from the bed and sat there and stared down at his guilty face. I couldn’t believe what I just heard.He nodded. “I had wanted you so much I could stand just being the second choice.”“Oh baby, baby—are you crazy?! You ca
FAE"Congratulations!"A moment passed before Carl reacted to my greeting. He turned to me, finally. But it was a second too long. I trembled as I waited, conscious of guests watching us at his wedding reception.When I saw his familiar face—my beloved's face—I almost burst into tears. But I couldn't do that. There were too many people around us—his relatives and guests who knew about us and my story, that I'd adored Carl Easton since I was ten.He looked dashing in his three-piece suit, this man whom I'd dreamed of for almost half my life. There was no guilt on his face as he possessively held Sarah's tiny waist. Sarah, his bride, was proudly wearing her white wedding dress for the occasion.And Carl's adoring gaze for his bride—my best friend—finally closed the door between my future and my past.I couldn't love him anymore. I couldn't even say if I ever took a break from my feelings for this man who regarded me with brotherly favor as I grew up. He was my late godfather's son. No,
FAEAbout thirty minutes later, I finally came out of the ladies' restroom, hoping I had successfully covered the marks of my crying bout with makeup and eye drops. I hoped at least I had, because there was nothing I could do about how miserable I looked as I trudged back to the wedding reception.But it was most important to me that I managed to calm myself. I had two more hours to spare before the party ended in the late afternoon. And after that, I could do whatever I wanted.As I got near the doors, I caught myself squaring my shoulders and straightening my back. I took a deep breath. I didn't want to look so defeated because that's not what I was. I could do all that behind closed doors, thank you very much.Right now, I had obligations I had to live through, even if it was the last thing I did. Two hours, that's it. Then I could wallow in my self-pity until the next day.Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a tall man watching me from a distance.I sighed.Jigo, or Spencer Jig
FAEI snickered. It was a secret open to anyone, though it traveled through whispers. Her pitiful friend mooched off of her in between opening her legs to any man who could pay.Then my lips trembled. She was married now to Carl. She didn’t need to do that anymore, right? But he didn’t know. She had supposedly stopped when I took her in. Supposedly.Oh god, I was going to hate myself tomorrow. I would look at my life and see how pathetic it was. How naïve and stupid I was. But that was for tomorrow.Tonight, I just hated my situation. And Tom, for the creepy maniac that he was. Sarah’s sex buddy, the one she sneaked into my condo during the last bar exam review week. God, the unit reeked of sweat and sex, and I had to spring clean the next day.As stressed as I could be, I couldn’t think of sex to de-stress. And if I must? I would un-must if Tom was the last man on Earth to fuck.Oh god. I was drunk. Just thinking of this man and… eww. Akh.Tom and Sarah… and Sarah and Carl.I stopped
Fae"Okay," I whispered to him.I realized then that I had trusted him for as long as I could remember. Even though he was friends with Carl, he wasn't stupid or reckless. When they talked about his misdemeanors, they were just mischievous shenanigans, natural to young, precocious men. If not for his brooding looks, he was more agreeable than any guy I had ever met.Even more than Carl.Why didn't I like him instead?I closed my eyes as he took me from the bar stool into his arms, clinging to him while he lifted me like I was just a sack of cotton.And I liked it. It felt good being taken care of and loved like a little kid. My tears kept falling. Feeling so pitiful and heartbroken, I hid my face on the side of his neck. I raised my eyes when it became quiet around us, only to see we had reached the elevator. I lowered my head, feeling ashamed."Hey...? You awake?" he asked in a soft voice. I made a tiny sound. "Tell me what you're thinking.""You..." I replied, head low. "You know ev
FAE “You’ve gone very quiet,” he said after a moment, his tone asking me something else—did he get me upset? Was I angry at him? “Have I gone too far?” This time, his voice sounded more than worried. He sounded scared.I raised my eyes to him again. “I want to know why.”“Why I want something like that? I have been trying to understand myself since I started feeling it. It was different when we were young… in college… dreaming about having you even if I had to share you with him. I thought that was how it was going to be if I had a chance for your attention. That if Carl didn’t really care about you, I could try and woo you and have you even if I knew you wanted him. I could live with that.”“Wha-aa-t?!” I was so surprised by this confession that I raised myself from the bed and sat there and stared down at his guilty face. I couldn’t believe what I just heard.He nodded. “I had wanted you so much I could stand just being the second choice.”“Oh baby, baby—are you crazy?! You ca
FAEHe pulled me to him and there was one of those mind-numbing kisses again. I was quivering after he’d released my lips. He moved with me near the window ledge, and it had just enough edge for me to be able to lean on to as he placed me where he wanted me. With his eyes on mine, he lowered himself on his knees between my open thighs and slowly slid the hem of my dress upward my thighs until my apex was exposed, still covered in sexily cut cotton panties, but with a spot already dewy with my arousal.I had to look just casually sitting there from whoever could see outside while my husband slid that cloth to the side so he could tongue my quivering pussy. And if I wasn’t of stronger stuff, I would have melted right there on the ledge to the floor. But the game was up, and my back was erect and my head was tilted to the side a little, as if I was conversing with someone, while my thighs twitched at every damn flick and slide of that wonderful, flexible tongue. I couldn’t help my moan w
SARAHI could hear his voice. For days now, I have been able to hear him talking to me. I couldn’t open my eyes. They had something covering them. I couldn’t speak but for a few moans. I thought I lost some of my teeth when Vega beat me up. My face didn’t feel like my face. I tried to raise my hand to touch it, but it was on a cast… I wasn’t sure but they told me later. There was a kind nurse who told me what she thought I should know about my injuries. She called Carl my husband. She told me he stayed by my bedside at all hours and when he would leave, it was only for a very short time. She told me I was lucky to have a husband like him.She didn’t know the full story and that we were getting our marriage annulled, but what the hell. It hurt too much to try to speak. It hurt worse to think. A good thing I was always asleep. It weakened me so much to plan.Sometimes I would also hear Fae’s voice. She told me she was staying in the same private hospital and that she had her leg injured
SARAH The door opened with a crash and the next thing I knew, someone had hauled me off the day bed with a hand clutching my throat.“Akh!” I tried to pry the hand off, but he wouldn’t let me. It was Vega. I could smell him before I could see his face. And his hand on my throat wasn’t anything new.Except this time, I thought he would actually kill me. His face was blotched with red patches of rage.“What did you do? What did you do, you bitch!”Thankfully, he threw me on the bed after that because I could breathe. I wasn’t dead yet. He’d found out. But I knew he would. I was ready.“What do you mean?” I turned to him with tears in my eyes. Having your throat on a vise grip could do that. “I didn’t do anything!”“You were with that husband of yours! He’s been coming to our sauna and you’ve been entertaining him and fucking him without telling me!” He was fuming with anger, his voice like a thunderclap inside the room.“Carl?” I scoffed. “I have been playing with him… been playi
FAEThey’re trying to break the windows. I could see Klyd starting to move where he fell unconscious after our vehicle was upturned from the crash. It was his body that protected me but his head hit something and he lost consciousness after that. Ben was still crouch over me, as bloody as he was, trying to protect me. His phone was still on and I knew Jigo was still on the line, listening as I was hoping others moved on his end quickly to help us get out of here alive—or me from getting kidnapped.I heard Ben say the men outside were after me. They were going to take me. I could see Mang Chito’s head as he swung from the seatbelt that still strapped him to the chair. I thought he was dead. His neck… I closed my eyes tightly and clenched my jaws to fight off vomiting. I must think. I must calm down and think. I couldn’t die here or have the other two men die because of me. I couldn’t even get past thinking what would happen if those men outside were able to kidnap me. I would rather di
FAEWe’ve fucked twice and he’s insatiable. We hadn’t even left the office and noone had disturbed us since we came here. I was too happy to worry about the embarrassment I would feel once we went outside, and I could see the faces of the guys and the employees here. I got my husband back. And it wasn’t just our honest fuck life, but his worries and fears.In the last hour, he told me everything he was holding back about the problem with the clubs. He also confessed the plans he and his lawyers plus the investigators came up with to eliminate the problem once and for all in the coming months—by setting up a trap for this druglord, dismantling his organization, and either putting him in jail or eliminating him forever in a legitimate operation.She listened and did not feel any judgment at all about everything he’d confessed. Years of listening, deliberate or not, in the background as her father conferred and negotiated for his clients and listening to what wasn’t being said by discuss
FAEFrom his sprawling position, he got up with the fluidity of a cat. I had to remind myself he was already my husband, already mine, after the lethality of that grace had my body reacting possessive. Any other day a year ago, when I had nothing to do with him except be his bestfriend’s foster sister, and I would have wanted him for myself after seeing that—definitely what other women on that platform were feeling now. Covet was a sin. Even now, if I happened to be somebody else’s wife, I would have reacted the same to him. Thank the fucking heavens for aggressively assertive males who get you wedded and tied in their beds before you realize you had married the most desirable man on earth. Jigo was my champion.No one stopped us. I didn’t want to care at this point whether they knew, and the look on Carl’s face was a mess I didn’t even want to contemplate. I walked ahead and got down the short steps knowing Jigo was following me, his eyes on my back like a hawk’s. He reached my side,
FAE It’s already ten in the evening and he hadn’t come home yet. My husband called to let me know he would be going to one of the clubs, Incubus III, to work on the latest books and inform their people they would have a sabbatical for three months when the arson investigation and legal proceedings would be happening. He had already informed Incubus I and II about the development and Incubus I would be closing its doors temporarily at the beginning of next week, with Incubus II the week later. Incubus III would operate until the end of the month.I didn’t even want to parse through my emotions about this.Normally, this hour would be early. But it wasn’t for Jigo. He would leave the club at 8:30 to come home to me, calling me to see if he was going to be a little late. But he hadn’t called, and it had been a tensed two days. Our situation had become worse and worse because he wouldn’t talk to me, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I wouldn’t let him start being absent from me in this mar
CARLI didn’t see the difference the first time. I knew there was an existing problem. He was already worried about the arson that happened in one of the nightclubs. He already decided to close the establishments temporarily because concern about security and anticipating another attack had been consuming his people and he thought there was no price that was enough for peace of mind. Jigo’s mind was now going through details about where to transfer his employees for the mean time while he consulted us about putting up a new business. But it took almost an hour before I realized his distracted air wasn’t about his workers but about something else. The guys that were physically present—Joel, Ivan and Cleo—started to notice, too, and had exchanged meaningful looks with each other. And I thought, if there was anything that could trouble our friend like this other than the business and his employees, it was family. So it was either Lola Leah, or it’s about his wife.My back straightened at