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Madison Gustaf is still standing, blood trickling down his temple, looking shell-shocked. Victor, on the other hand, looks calm and composed. "You don't touch Madison like that, Gustaf. I ought to break your arms."Gustaf opens his mouth but then closes it as if he doesn't know how to respond yet. His eyes are blazing with anger. His ego must be bruised. He raises his fist and charges toward Victor, aiming for his face.I gasp. I didn't want anyone else to get involved with my problems with Gustaf, but now here is Victor, getting punched in the face because of me.But to my surprise, Victor is too quick for him. He ducks and lands a powerful punch on Gustaf's stomach, causing him to fall to the ground.What the hell? Where did he learn that move!?Gustaf groans in pain, clutching his stomach as he tries to catch his breath. Victor stands over him, his face contorted with anger. "You asshole!" Gustaf spits out.He grabs Gustaf by his neck with one hand, lifting him up, then punches hi

MadisonIt’s been a month since Victor fucked me in the elevator. He has treated me like air since that incident, and I’m not going to lie: it hurts. I don’t get how he can act so unaffected after he kissed me like I was the woman of his dreams. Is he really that cold? Or is he acting cold because he is my boss?“Ruh-roh,” Frida comments from her table while cutting cucumbers for the lunch buffet. I’ve made friends with the blonde over too many margaritas during our after-work sessions. “You have that spaced-out expression again, Madison. Are you thinking about him again?”“She better not,” Zarah, my second friend and the most gothic chick in the kitchen, comments with a sigh. “Our boss isn’t worth the heartbreak, Madison. He is a stone-cold player, and you can do so much better.”My cheeks turn hot. I’ve told Frida and Zarah all about Victor after we got way too drunk during one of the many meetings we have had to endure this month. There is going to be a kickoff for the restaurant s

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 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

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