Lilly
It’s been a few months since I moved in with the women, and honestly, it’s been great. The energy is different here—lively, supportive, a stark contrast to the quiet isolation I had when I stayed with Callum. I love the company of the other women, the way they lift each other up and offer guidance. They’re like a safety net I didn’t know I needed.
But still, a part of me misses the calm, steady presence of Callum. Now that I’m working, I know our schedules overlap, and I’d be seeing him more if I’d stayed in his apartment. It’s a strange thing to think about—how being surrounded by people feels like a relief but also a loss at the same time.
The women are amazing, but there’s something I can’t shake, a tension that coils tight whenever Sasha is around. Everyone tells me it’s nothing, that she’s fine with me, and outwardly, it looks that way. If others are nearby, she’
Lilly POVCallum listens intently, his jaw tightening as he places his glass on the table. He exhales sharply before speaking. “Maybe she’s jealous,” he says, his tone measured but thoughtful. “You know she tried working downstairs, right? Not many men were interested in her. She quit because of it. Now, you’re down there, and the women idolize you while every man requests you.”I blink, his words sinking in. Could that really be it? Jealousy? It seems too simple, but at the same time, it makes sense. I nod slowly, the pieces starting to fall into place. “Thanks, Callum,” I whisper, my voice soft. “You’re a great friend.”He sighs, a sound heavy with frustration, and fixes me with a hard stare. “Friend?” he repeats, the word dripping with bitterness.I chew my lip, suddenly feeling like I’ve said the wrong thing. The tension in the room shifts, thick and unspoken. “Cal
Lilly POVWhy did I wait? I’ve wanted Callum for so long, and refused to accept it. He rolls us over, our breathing still hectic. My legs hook around his waist and I pull him closer.“Are you sure?” He whispers, and kisses me.“Yes, Callum, please just fuck me.” I bite my lip, and feel the head of his cock rubbing against my pussy.“God, Lilly, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he growls, and in one smooth stroke, he’s inside me.“Oh, god,” I moan as he fills me up, stretching me in ways I hadn’t been stretched in a long time.“You feel so good, Lilly,” he groans, and starts to move faster.His thrusts are deep and hard, exactly how I like it. I dig my nails into his back, and urge him on. “Harder, Callum! Fuck me harder!”He groans at my words, but slams into me with more force.My walls clench around him, desperate to keep
Callum POVI get dressed quickly, pulling on my clothes and slipping out of my apartment. The halls are quiet, deserted even, which is exactly what I was hoping for. The women are still out, likely enjoying themselves well into the morning. For them, nine a.m. is early, more like nine p.m. for anyone living a normal life.It’s a relief, really. It means I have a few hours of peace before anyone comes back. I make my way down to her door, my steps careful and deliberate. When I reach it, I glance down the hall one last time before slipping inside.Lilly is curled up on the bed, her small frame barely making a dent in the mattress. She looks so peaceful, so completely worn out, that it tugs at something deep inside me.“You came,” she murmurs sleepily, her eyes barely open.“I said I wanted to sleep holding you,” I reply with a small smile, locking the door behind me. “I meant that.”I begin stripping
Callum POVI spend the next hour walking through the building, checking in on the women and ensuring everything’s running smoothly. A small part of me hopes to see Lilly, but another part is relieved that I don’t. The thought of her being with another guy—it shouldn’t bother me, but it does, more than I want to admit.When I return to the office, it’s empty. Justin and Dante are gone, leaving the space blessedly quiet. Sinking into my chair, I pull up the security feeds, watching the screens closely. Everything appears calm, and for a while, I lose myself in the monotony of monitoring the club’s activity.Dante eventually strides back into the office, his grin wide and self-assured.“Getting further in your conquest?” I ask, smirking slightly. Only Dante would treat stalking a woman like it’s a strategic game.“Further than I expected,” he replies, his grin widening.“Funn
Lilly POVI step into the main room and sink into one of the chairs, cradling a steaming cup of coffee in my hands. The soft murmur of conversation around me is comforting, and for a moment, I let myself relax. Mr. Henderson, one of my regulars, is scheduled to arrive in about five minutes. He always requests me, and while the sessions can be exhausting, they’re predictable—a small comfort in this chaotic world.As I chat with the other women, a genuine smile crosses my lips. Spending time with Callum last night, opening up to him, felt like a weight lifting from my chest. It was a step I’d needed to take for a long time. Now, as I sip my coffee, I feel lighter, more at ease.The clock catches my eye, and my smile falters. Mr. Henderson is late. Frowning, I stand and make my way into the hallway, where I spot Sasha leaning casually against the wall, her phone in hand.“Has Mr. Henderson not arrived yet?” I ask, keeping my ton
Lilly POVThe weight of her lie presses down on me, and for a moment, I feel like I can’t breathe. “I was here,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “You sent me to get supplies. You knew I was here.”Her eyes flash, and her tone sharpens, slicing through my defenses like a blade. “And whose fault is that, Lilly?” she snaps. “You know the timetable. If you were expecting a client, you should’ve refused to get the items.”Her words hit me like a punch, and tears prick at my eyes. She’s twisting this, making it seem like I’m the one who’s wrong. My voice shakes as I try to respond. “I didn’t—”“Don’t make this my fault,” she interrupts, her voice cold and final. “You weren’t there. That’s on you.”The lump in my throat grows, and I can’t hold back the tears any longer. They spill over, hot and blinding, as I t
Callum POVLilly sleeps peacefully, her small frame pressed against mine. I should be working, making my rounds, ensuring everything in the club is running smoothly. But that can wait. Right now, what matters is setting things straight with Sasha. She doesn’t have the right to undermine the women here or sabotage who they’re scheduled to see. Especially not Lilly.Carefully, I slide out of bed, pulling the covers back up over her. She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake. I take a moment to watch her, the peaceful rise and fall of her chest, before grabbing my clothes and throwing them on. Determination hardens in my chest as I leave the room and head downstairs.The hum of conversation greets me as I step into the common area. The women are sitting together, laughter and chatter filling the air. At the center of it all is Sasha, her smile wide as she talks animatedly. The moment she notices me, the warmth drops from her face, replaced by a cold, po
Callum POVThe women’s chatter quiets, and Sasha, who had been speaking animatedly, straightens, her expression shifting from smug to cautious.“Sasha,” Dante calls, his voice calm but firm. “A word.”She crosses her arms defensively, but her smile is tight as she walks over. “Of course, Dante. What’s the problem?”“I’ve been hearing complaints about the scheduling tonight,” he says, his tone measured. “Specifically, that two clients were told Lilly wasn’t available when she was.”Sasha’s eyes flicker to me briefly before she adopts an innocent expression. “I was just trying to do my job,” she says smoothly. “The rules state the women need to be in the room for at least an hour before their appointments. Lilly wasn’t. I thought it was better to redirect the clients than have them waiting.”Dante’s gaze sharpens. “
Jace POVAs the waves of pleasure slowly subside, our bodies remain tangled, our breaths uneven, heavy with the remnants of what we just shared. My fingers trace over her cheek, brushing damp strands of hair from her face, and I shift just enough to look at her. Her lips are parted, her pupils still blown wide, the aftershocks making her shudder beneath me.“How was that?” My voice is quiet, teasing, but laced with something deeper, something I’m not ready to acknowledge.A lazy, satisfied smile spreads across her lips as she blinks up at me, still lost in the haze. “Everything I wanted…” Her voice is soft, drowsy, and she buries her face against my chest, sighing in contentment.I exhale slowly, reaching up to unhook the restraints, my hands careful as I rub gentle circles over her wrists where the cuffs have left faint marks. She doesn’t move much, her body spent, boneless, completely relaxed against me.
Jace POVHer hands remain bound behind her, wrists secured in the soft leather restraints as my fingers continue their slow, deliberate exploration of her skin. Every inch of her is hypersensitive, every touch making her shudder beneath me. My lips follow the path my hands create, dragging heat in their wake as I kiss my way down her body, my tongue teasing the delicate curve of her hip. I have no concrete plan, only the intention of pushing her deeper into subspace, giving her mind the escape it craves.I bite down on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, and she gasps, her hips jerking instinctively toward me. The sound is addictive, a quiet plea wrapped in pleasure. Reaching behind her, I unfasten the restraints only to secure them above her head, forcing her arms up and keeping her open for me. Her breath is uneven, her body trembling with anticipation, and when my mouth moves lower, when my tongue strokes over her, she lets out a strangled moan that
Serena POVI hit the bag over and over, each impact sending a shockwave through my body. My breaths come in ragged gasps. I don’t even know what I’m angry at anymore, Dale, his father, Jace, myself. It all blends together in one endless scream inside my head.“Fuck you,” I hiss under my breath, but I don’t even know who I’m saying it to.Jace watches me, silent. He doesn’t try to stop me. He doesn’t try to tell me to slow down. He just lets me burn it off.When my arms shake and my legs feel weak, I finally stop. My breath is ragged, sweat clinging to my skin, and I brace myself against the bag, pressing my forehead to the cool surface.Jace steps closer, his voice quieter now. “Feel better?”I don’t answer right away. My body still feels like it’s running on high voltage, but the energy is different now. The desperation, the unbearable itch, it’s dulled.&l
Serena POVThe bedroom walls feel like they’re closing in on me, suffocating, even when Jace is there. He’s been letting me out, but only when he’s around, like he doesn’t trust me. Maybe he’s right not to. I don’t even trust myself right now.My skin crawls, my body restless, my thoughts moving too fast for me to catch. One second, I feel like I need to run, to escape, to do something—anything—but then it shifts, and I crash, exhaustion pressing me down like a weight.I hate this. I hate feeling like I’m not in control. It's been a week, I thought by now I would be fine, but I'm not.I pace back and forth across the room, my hands shaking as I rake them through my hair. Jace is sitting in the chair near the door, watching me with that same patient expression he’s had since all of this started. Like he’s waiting for me to snap.“Stop looking at me like that,&rd
Jace POVI head down the hall, my heartbeat picking up the closer I get to the room she’s in. When I push open the door, she’s still on the bed, legs crossed, fingers tugging at a loose thread on the blanket.She looks up, her expression unreadable. “Hey,” she murmurs.Stepping inside, I shut the door behind me. “You good?”She shrugs, glancing away. “I guess.”I walk closer, dropping into the chair beside the bed. “You ate?”She nods. “Rich made sure of it.”Of course, he did.Silence stretches between us, thick and weighted, until she finally speaks again. “Why are you here, Jace?”I meet her gaze, holding it steady. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”Standing, I watch her curl into herself, arms wrapped tight around her legs like she’s trying to disappear. She looks so damn small like this, so fucking frag
Jace POVThe exhaustion is like a weight pressing down on me, my body begging for rest, but my mind refuses to slow down. I’ve been working for hours, handling everything at the club, but it’s impossible to focus when all I can think about is her.I haven’t heard a damn thing from Rich since I left Serena with him. No updates, no messages. It’s not like I expected play-by-plays of everything happening in that room, but silence? It doesn’t sit right with me, so I need to check on her.Taking the elevator up, I roll my shoulders, trying to shake off the tension. As soon as the doors slide open, I step into my apartment, my attention immediately pulled toward the bedroom door. Then I hear it, laughter, Serena is laughing.It’s soft at first, then louder, full of something I haven’t heard in years. Pure, genuine happiness. It stops me in my tracks. My chest tightens, and for a moment, I just stand the
Serena POVRich doesn’t push, just watches as I drift back into memories.“When we were kids, we did everything together,” I say, a small smile tugging at my lips. “He’d come over, and we’d build forts out of blankets in my living room. We used to sneak out at night and go to the lake, just to sit by the water and talk. Sometimes we’d dare each other to do stupid things, like climb onto the roof of my house or steal candy from the corner store.”Rich chuckles. “He ever get caught?”I laugh, shaking my head. “No. I always did, though. He was too damn good at talking his way out of trouble.”Rich smirks. “He still is.”I nod, my smile fading slightly. “It was easy back then. He was always there, always... Jace. No complications, and no mess.”“But now?” Rich prompts.I sigh, pushing my plate away. “Now I don’t k
Serena POVRich runs a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. “Serena, he set you up. He made you the monster so you wouldn’t ever question what really happened, and if you did? He had Dale right there, feeding you those pills, keeping your head foggy enough that you’d never put the pieces together.”My stomach lurches. “The pills…” My voice trails off as realization starts to sink in.“Yeah,” Rich nods, his expression grim. “Makes me wonder how long they’ve been keeping you doped up. How long they’ve made you believe you were just crazy instead of realizing what they did to you.”I press a hand to my forehead, feeling like my skull is splitting open. “No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I would’ve known. I would’ve remembered.”“Would you?” Rich’s voice is gentle now, but the weight behind his words i
Serena POVI wake up groggy, my body heavy, my mind wrapped in a thick fog. My limbs feel sluggish, my skin too tight, too sensitive.How long has it been? Panic creeps in as I blink around the dimly lit room, trying to piece things together. My throat is dry, my mouth like sandpaper. Something feels wrong.“Jace?” My voice cracks, barely more than a whisper. I swallow hard and try again, louder this time. “Jace!”I hear footsteps followed by the door creaking open, and Rich stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching me.He lifts his hands, slow and easy, like he’s dealing with a wild animal. He steps inside, holding out a glass of water. “Easy there, trouble. Just me.”I don’t move. My heart pounds, and paranoia twists in my gut. Jace isn’t here. Where is Jace? “Where’s Jace?” I ask.Rich just smiles like I didn’t just snap at him. “Tr