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024: Too Close
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ANYA Hunter took a step closer to me, "Are you already so eager about our plans for tonight?" he whispered, his voice low and teasing.My heart sank as I recalled what lay in store for me. The lightness in his tone felt sharp, almost mocking. I forced a smile, but it slipped away before I could catch it. Hunter’s eyes narrowed as he chuckled. "What happened? Didn’t you come here to tell me your decision? Go ahead and do it. Will it be a blowjob or a bath?" I stepped back again as if his words had pushed me. My chest tightened, and I felt the air grow thicker. I shook my head. "I’ll tell you later... at home." He frowned, confused but still curious. "So why did you want to speak to me?" I swallowed hard, feeling the words stick in my throat. I had practiced this speech in my head over and over, but now that it was time, everything felt wrong. "I have a friend," I began, my voice quieter than I intended. "Her name is Bernice." Hunter crossed his arms, watching me carefull
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ANYA Less than twenty minutes later, I saw Bernice walking toward me, a suitcase in each hand. She looked around and spotted me near the car. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sleek, expensive vehicle. "This isn’t the car you drove before," she remarked, setting her bags down. "I would remember if your car was this sleek." "It’s a new car," I replied with a small shrug. "A gift." Her gaze sharpened. "From Hunter?" I nodded. "Yes." Her smile faltered, the corners of her mouth pulling downward. I noticed, but I didn’t say anything. There was already enough tension in the air. We loaded her bags into the trunk, and she slid into the passenger seat. The drive home was quiet at first, just the hum of the engine and the soft rush of the wind. "Thanks for helping me, Anya," Bernice said after a while, her voice barely above a whisper. "That’s what friends are for," I replied. She looked out the window, her fingers tapping nervously on her lap. I wondered what s
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ANYA My heart raced as Bernice's words echoed in my head. For a fleeting moment, I had felt relieved when she offered to take my place in Hunter's room. But then, the weight of the situation crashed down on me like a wave. This wasn’t just about me. I couldn’t risk the life of Evans, my best friend, my anchor in this nightmare. Hunter wasn’t a man you could predict. What if Bernice’s actions enraged him? What if he ordered Evans’ death out of spite? I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. I couldn’t let that happen. “No,” I said firmly, rushing toward her. “I can’t let you do this.” Bernice’s eyes narrowed as I placed my hands on her shoulders. “Listen to me,” I began. “I understand why you’re here. But Hunter asked me to go to his room and it’s almost time. If I don’t show up, things could go horribly wrong. I don’t want anyone I care about to get hurt. Please, don’t stop me.” Her reaction was immediate and explosive. She shoved my hands off her shoulders, her face twiste
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ANYA The air in the bathroom felt heavy as Hunter stepped closer to me. His hands moved with deliberate slowness, slipping off my clothes piece by piece. My heart pounded louder with every layer he removed until I was left in just my bra and panties. When his fingers reached for the clasp of my bra, I instinctively brought both hands up, gripping his wrists tightly. “No,” I whispered, my voice shaky but firm. Hunter’s lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes locking onto mine. “It’s a bath, cherie,” his tone was teasing but commanding. I swallowed hard, my grip tightening for a moment before I reluctantly let go. He held my gaze for a beat longer, then lowered his hands, respecting my hesitation.....for now. Without a word, he began to undress himself. My breath hitched as each piece of clothing fell to the floor, leaving him completely bare before me. My eyes caught sight of his hardened cock, and I instantly spun around, turning my back to him. He chuckled, the sound low a
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ANYA I don’t know why hearing him say "please" felt like he had cast a spell on me, and the walls I’d tried so hard to keep up began to crumble. My mind screamed at me to stop, but my body moved on its own. My trembling fingers wrapped around his cock, warm and hard, and I began to stroke him slowly. Hunter groaned, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned forward, his lips crashing onto mine with a hunger that made my head spin. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer as our kiss deepened, messy and desperate. I felt his body tense under my touch as I continued stroking him, his breaths ragged against my lips. Every moan he let out was like fuel to my fire, igniting something wild and uncontrollable inside me. Suddenly, Hunter pulled back, his eyes dark with desire, his chest heaving. “This won’t do,” he muttered, his voice husky and strained. Before I could ask what he meant, he swept me off the ground like I weighed nothing. A startled gasp
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ANYA When Hunter asked me if I wanted to stay the night, it felt like the world had come crashing down around me. My breath caught as the gravity of what had just happened between us hit me like a wave. What had I done? I wanted to say no. I wanted to run out of his room, away from his intense gaze and the overwhelming feelings he stirred in me. But then, a sharp thought reminded me why I had to stay no matter what. I had to plant the cameras. I wasn't sure if I would get the chance to get back into his room. So I forced myself to nod, my voice barely steady. “Yes… yes, I would.” Hunter’s smile was soft but knowing, and I felt a strange mixture of relief and unease. I told myself to focus. First, I had to get Bernice back into the house. She was my priority. Hunter turned to his closet and pulled out a set of pajamas for himself. I rolled my eyes when I realized they matched mine....pink and white, with the same delicate floral pattern. The coincidence felt too intimate, but
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BERNICE I woke up to the faint light streaming through the curtains. For a moment, I lay there, my head pounding and my body heavy, trying to shake off the haze that clouded my mind. As I sat up, the memories of the past week came rushing back, and I winced. As I vividly recalled that slap. My father’s voice thundered in my head as clearly as if it had just happened. “How could you be so incompetent?” he had roared, his hand striking my cheek so hard I’d stumbled back. I hadn’t even had time to respond before my brother, Cross, stepped forward, trying to defend me. “Come on, Dad...” But he hadn’t even finished his sentence before he got slapped too. “Shut the hell up!” our father barked, his glare cutting through both of us. He turned back to me, his face red with anger. “You had one job. Just one! Make Hunter Steele yours, and you couldn’t even do that. How could you let some random girl push her way to him? I am so disappointed in you.” My cheeks burned, not just fro
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HUNTER Last night, as I lay in bed beside Anya, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She looked so peaceful, her chest rising and falling steadily, her face soft and serene in the glow of the dim light. She had no idea how much she had changed me, how far I had gone for her. As I watched her sleep, my mind drifted back to the day that had set all of this in motion. I remembered the bar, the music, and then Anya....standing before me asking me to marry her. At the time, I thought she was insane. Who proposes to a man they barely know? But her courage and Beauty had intrigued me, so I agreed. What I didn’t expect was the whirlwind that followed. I recalled the day I went to her house shortly before we got married. I overheard her talking to her parents about a guy named Cross, saying she loved him and couldn’t live without him. Hearing those words felt like a knife to my chest. It wasn’t jealousy—I barely knew her then—but it was the principle. She had proposed to me, yet her hear
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ANYA I sat by Evans’ side, clutching his hand as if my grip alone could keep him tethered to this world. Tears streamed down my face, hot and relentless, blurring my vision. The beeping of the monitors was the only sound in the room, a cruel reminder that he was still alive....but barely. I couldn’t stop crying. The weight of it all crushed me, suffocating me with every breath. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything, every memory, every moment that had led to this. I thought back to that night at the reunion party. I had been so angry with Evans when he told me he loved me. I could still see the hurt in his eyes, the way he’d looked at me like I was breaking his heart with the words I said. I pushed him away then, refusing to deal with the truth of his feelings. And now here he was, lying unconscious, fighting for his life. I remembered the day Hunter had pointed a gun at Evans. The image was burned into my mind, the cold look in Hunter’s eyes, the way his voice had bee
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HUNTER I stared at Anya, my heart racing as her words sliced through me. Her voice cracked. “I have to get Evans to the hospital right away,” she said, trembling. I watched as she patted her pockets frantically, but sighed and gave up when she recalled that she wasn't with her phone. Then her gaze shifted, and she saw it lying on the floor beside Evans. Her eyes darted toward me, filled with suspicion and hurt. She picked up the phone with trembling hands, and I could see the realization settle on her face. She thought I had taken it. She thought I had done this to Evans to stop him from reaching her. My chest tightened as I saw her put the pieces together in her mind, pieces that painted me as the villain. “Anya,” I said softly, stepping much closer to her, but she recoiled, her eyes burning with fury. She was already dialing when I reached out and grabbed her hand. “I already called 911,” I said firmly, holding her gaze. “How can I believe you?” she snapped, pulli
Will You Marry Me? 066: How Could You?
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HUNTER I was buried in paperwork, my desk cluttered with files and my phone buzzing intermittently with emails. I was on the verge of signing a very important deal and didn't trust anyone to handle it better than I would. It kept me so focused until a message notification broke my concentration. I picked up my phone, glancing at the screen, and froze. 'Please help me, I'm in danger, someone wants to kill me. He kidnapped me, took me to an abandoned school in the outskirts of town and I just managed to send this message to you. I don't want to die. Please save me, Hunter.' The message was from Anya. My heart stopped for a moment, then began to pound so hard I could feel it in my ears. I reread the message, hoping I’d misunderstood, but the words didn’t change. Danger. Someone wanted to kill my wife. I tried to steady my breathing, gripping the phone tightly. Who would dare? I was sure no one would ever touch her. No one had that kind of nerve—not in my city. I’d cut off my
Will You Marry Me? 064: Dead Men Don't Talk
CROSS Evans' hands trembling as I held his phone out to him. The barrel of my revolver pointed directly at his chest, a silent reminder of the consequences of defiance. “Unlock it,” I ordered, my voice cold and steady. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between me and the gun. “Now,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. His fingers fumbled as he obeyed, unlocking his phone with a shaky swipe. I leaned over him, scrolling through his contacts until I found the number I needed. Pressing it, I handed the phone back to him. “You’re going to make this call,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. “And you’re going to say exactly what I tell you to say. Nothing more, nothing less.” Evans swallowed hard, nodding quickly. His voice trembled as the line connected. “Hello? Hey, it’s me,” he said, following my instructions as he read from the paper I had given him. “I… I need you to take your phone to Anya. She's currently at the library. Please, it’s important. I n
