KatrinaExcuse me.” I glanced up from my phone. A young woman with strawberry-blonde curls and glistening green eyes was smiling at me. She wore a nude skirt that hugged her hips and a rose-colored blouse that had three buttons at the top unbuttoned, just enough to tease onlookers.“Hi. Can I help you?” I adjusted my purse on my shoulder.“I’m trying to find The Aldra Place.” She laughed softly. “I’m new to the city, and I can’t seem to find anything.”I gazed at my bus stop across the street.“It’s okay if you can’t. I’m sure I could find someone else,” she said.My bus wasn’t here yet. I had some time. “No, it’s okay. I’d love to help you.”Her full lips stretched into a smile. “Great!”As I gave her directions, she furrowed her brows together and nodded slowly. She sucked in the corner of her bottom lip. I doubted she understood anything I just said. Aldra Place was difficult to get to from here.After gazing back at the bus stop, I shrugged my shoulders. I could catch the next
Tatia“Gurl! It’s the third date! You know what that means!” my best friend, Jessica, said. She pulled me into Victoria’s Secret and skipped to the skimpiest bras and panties that she could find in the entire store.I groaned under my breath, my cheeks flaming, and followed her. “Jess, please don’t. Nothing is going to happen.”But instead of listening to my pleas, she ignored me and kept searching through the underwear for my size. “My girl is finally gonna have sex! She isn’t gonna be no virgin after tonight!”“Jess! Quiet down! I don’t need the whole store hearing,” I whisper-yelled and sent her my deadliest glare. But it was true. I was a virgin with a capital V. I hadn’t been touched by a man since high school when Johnny kissed me behind the bleachers and spread rumors to everyone that he fucked me.I willingly stayed a virgin because I didn’t want any rumors like that spreading about me ever again. It had given me nightmares for weeks and had made me seem like the school’s whor
Tati His strong legs ran down the field, trying to keep the ball away from his opponent. The tension was high in the arena. This was the most important match of the season, and the game was tied. Twenty seconds were left in overtime.I watched as he crossed the middle of the field, running right to the goal. Sweat dripped down the nape of his neck. He pushed his legs harder and harder and looked down at the ball for a split second.In that moment, he made an impact with the ground, and his opponent stole the ball away from him, sprinting down the opposite side of the field.He stood, running after him, anger evident in his blue eyes.Five seconds left.His opponent passed the ball to his teammate, and he kicked it at the soccer net. The goalie jumped at the ball, and it just grazed the tips of his fingers, but it went in anyway.I watched as Dawson stopped sprinting and fell to the ground. He leaned over and hit the ground hard with his fist. He stood and stormed to his side of th
AresI snapped his finger.The third one from the left, right at the first knuckle, until it broke backward.“Her favorite color is blue,” I said to the man screaming in pain underneath me.He thrashed around like some sort of dying fish, in his cashmere suit and thousand-dollar pants that he had pissed already.I snatched a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back, grabbing another knuckle. “You should know that.”“You’re a fuckin’ psychopath,” he screamed at me. “Let me go.”“Did you let her go?” I asked into his ear, cracking another knuckle. “No, you held on to her for thirty-seven minutes. Your disgusting fingers were all over her body, touching the woman who is mine, and now, I have to take care of you.”“I don’t even know who you’re talking about! Let me go!”“Let you go?” I chuckled lifelessly. “Oh, no, I can’t do that and risk you sleeping with her again, can I? I’m going to have to kill you now. You should know not to touch another man’s woman. And if you don’t, you’ll f
Nicole When I first spotted the cameras all over my apartment, I wanted to report the creepy, scrawny maintenance man who lived on the bottom floor of this building. I stormed all the way down to the front desk, caught him staring at me with those dull eyes, and … smiled at him.I fucking smiled at him and turned around after telling the manager I had a leaky faucet.I couldn’t say why I did it. I didn’t know myself.But one thing turned into another, and I started craving the way he looked at me, so hungry and desperate for just a taste of me. It was kind of pathetic, but I loved the attention. I never had someone obsess over me like this before. All throughout high school and college, I had been looked over.Not now.And I wasn’t going to let that go.Then, one night, he snuck into my room, pulled down my blankets just enough to see my bare pussy, and stroked his fat cock against my lips until he came all over them. Not only did he have the audacity to not even clean it up, but h
Aila “Aila,” my boss, Aiden, called from his office.It was Friday night, seven p.m. I should’ve been home by now, but Aiden was still here, which meant that I had to be here too. But I didn’t mind staying later than usual because Aiden was … let’s just say … hot. Really fucking hot.If I went home any earlier, I wouldn’t get to see him until Monday morning. Hell, I wouldn’t see anyone even remotely attractive until Monday morning. Just the same four boring walls of my apartment.I smiled, my cheeks flushing the lightest color of pink, and walked into the room. “Yes, sir?”He sat at his desk. A dark head of hair, pale skin, perfectly pink full lips. “I’m hosting a masquerade ball tomorrow night.” He stood up, walked around his desk, then leaned on it, crossing his arms over one another.He was giving me that look again. At least, I thought it was a look.If you couldn’t tell, I had the biggest—and I meant, biggest—crush on Aiden for months now since I started working here. My sist
Natalie “When will I see you next?” Henry murmured against my lips, his fingers digging into my waist possessively.I pulled back slightly to stare up into his piercing blue eyes, smiled, and pushed a strand of his thick brown hair off his forehead. My stomach filled with butterflies. God, we were so wrong. He was my best friend’s brother, for crying out loud.But I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the way he snuck me into his room the other night, the way his lips felt all over my body, the way his fingers danced along every one of my curves. I fucking loved it more than I ever wanted to admit.“Tomorrow?” I asked.“How about tonight?”I frowned and drew one finger across his bottom lip. “I’m hanging out with Morgan tonight.”“I can come with you.”I grimaced. That couldn’t happen, and he knew it. Morgan would freak the fuck out.Henry sighed and pulled away from me, tugging on the gray V-neck that clung to his muscular body. “Sofia, she’s my sister and your best friend. Sh
WilliamI’ve always prided myself on being in control.Everything has gone according to a plan, a schedule and an end goal. Spontaneity and I fell out of each other’s favor years ago and I never reconciled that relationship.And I was okay with it.I am okay with it.Losing control once threw my life in a loop of chaos and fucking destruction and I can’t do chaos.Chaos is the source of all evil.Chaos would push me over the edge I’ve been walking for as long as I can remember.And yet, right now, I can hear the cracks in my wall. While small, their deafening sound resounds in my foggy head, and I watch with complete bewilderment as the control I’ve nursed for years collapses all around me.Crashing, splintering, and leaving a Nikolai-shaped hole in the outer walls of my carefully curated self-preservation.I’m trapped, ensnared, and being held captive. I can’t feel even a smidge of my autonomy or the logical thoughts that I usually wear like a badge.There’s something else I do feel,