By the time the day wrapped up, Harry’s energy was completely spent. He drifted into sleep the moment his head touched the pillow and didn’t stir once until morning. It was surprisingly peaceful considering the nightmare he’d had earlier, one centered on a woman he didn’t recognize yet somehow kept seeing again and again in his dreams. It bothered him that she appeared so often when he had no memory of her at all.Still, the next day was packed, so he forced himself out of bed. It wasn’t even sunrise yet, barely 5 a.m., but he stretched out his limbs and shook the last remnants of sleep from his body.For a man with the potential to become the richest person on the planet, it would have been ridiculous to die early simply because he neglected his health. The thought made him grimace. Wealth meant nothing if he didn’t live long enough to enjoy it. That alone pushed him to take his physical well-being seriously. He’d need to sign up for a gym membership soon if he wanted to push his fit

“Hey Harry… sorry for keeping you waiting. Finding someone to watch the baby last minute was… well, impossible,” Carmen said as she slid into the chair across from him.“It’s alright. I’m just glad you made it,” Harry replied calmly.He gave a small signal to the waitress who had already circled his table three times, each time shooed away because he insisted he wasn’t ordering until his company arrived.“For a second, I honestly thought you weren’t coming,” Harry said, eyes leveled directly at hers. To his surprise, she didn’t shy away from the eye contact.“I just got delayed. That’s all,” she answered, her voice clipped and cool, already hinting that this meeting was going to take some effort.They placed their orders, and the conversation that followed felt like answering questions on a form rather than chatting over coffee. Every response she gave was measured. Polite. Guarded. It was clear she wasn’t giving him any room to charm her, which only made him want to push harder.Harr

Harry slipped into unconsciousness, and the instant the darkness swallowed him, regret hit him like a brick. Signing that damn form, whatever twisted agreement Alicia had drawn up, felt like the dumbest decision he’d ever made.He had no idea what she planned to do, but this… this crossed every line. Being knocked out left him completely exposed, completely powerless, and when his mind finally floated back to awareness, the first thing he felt was restraint.Something was tight around his wrists. His hands wouldn’t move. But even that wasn’t the worst part, he was naked.Fully, completely, humiliatingly naked.As Harry’s vision sharpened, he scanned the room. The dim light. The unfamiliar ceiling. And most importantly… no Alicia. Nowhere.A pit formed in his stomach. If she wanted to film this, whatever this was, it would make for perfect blackmail material once he rose in status. The idea made his skin crawl. How could he have let his guard down like this? That was on him. He got com

Harry gripped his throbbing cock and teasingly slapped it against her slick entrance, but Alicia wasn’t having it. She rolled her hips forward and sank down onto him in one swift motion, swallowing every inch.He’d meant to draw it out, to torment her a little longer, but the way her velvet walls clamped and rippled around him made escape impossible; her pussy gripped him like it was claiming ownership.Harry tried to ease back, just an inch, but the suction was vicious, and the pleasure short-circuited his brain. After hours of relentless edging, he was balanced on a razor’s edge; one wrong move and he’d blow.He attempted to pull away again, but Alicia slammed her ass back to meet him, forcing him deeper. Retreat was no longer an option. All that was left was war.Harry seized her hips and yanked her flush against him, pounding into every sensitive spot he’d mapped inside her.“N-No… not so—ahh—not so rough or I’ll—!” Alicia’s eyes rolled white, tongue lolling, drool spilling down h

Melissa stayed glued to the hospital ever since Rhianon was admitted. She hadn’t even bothered pretending that she could go into work, her best friend needed her, and Melissa wasn’t about to let her face this alone. If Rhianon was going to recover without slipping back into old habits, she needed steady support, not distance.Still, it stung. Rhianon turning to drugs again, this time without reaching out to her, left Melissa with a knot in her stomach. Not because she wanted Rhianon to rely on her for everything, but because she thought they were closer than that. But she refused to make it about herself. Maybe the situation had nothing to do with her at all. Maybe Rhianon was dealing with something far worse and private.And Melissa didn’t push. She never asked the question sitting at the back of her mind. She believed that if Rhianon wanted to share, she would. And if she didn’t, Melissa wasn’t going to dig for the truth. Nobody healed by force, some wounds had to be sorted out in s