Storming out of the private room, Hunter cast his gaze around the club floor, his eyes scanning the sea of bodies pressed against each other. Of course she wasn’t out here. It had been at least half an hour since she left him cuffed to that chair. She had either left the club completely or, for all he knew, was in another private room with her next customer. The thought of her with another guy made a knot form in his stom...

The Range Rover crunched into the driveway, headlights sweeping across the quiet street. Rachel leaned across the console, her lips brushing Tim’s ear. “Up for something naughty?” she whispered. Tim laughed under his breath. “Rach, you nutter, what the fuck now?” “The Andersons have a gorgeous pool.” She gestured with her head towards the other side of the gate, cloaked in darkness. Her lips grazed his chin as she whisper...

Lila sat in the darkened movie theater, her legs crossed tightly beneath her miniskirt, her hands fidgeting in her lap. The flickering light of the screen illuminated the faces of her friends—Sophie, Mia, and Emma—whose giggles and whispers filled the air during the quieter moments of the romantic comedy. The film was predictable: a charming, muscular male lead with a chiseled jaw, a quirky female lead with a wardrobe tha...

It was a quiet Friday evening. Ryan thought he had the house to himself. His wife, Sarah, was away for the weekend with some friends from college. Wine tastings, a yoga workshop, and three days of girl time. He hadn’t expected another living soul until Sunday evening, which is why he was sprawled across the couch, clothes discarded on the floor, laptop on the edge of the coffee table. Sarah had left earlier that day, her...

When I first stepped off the bus in New Haven that July, the air hit me like a wall of steam. My hair curled instantly, my clothes clung to my skin, and for a second, I wondered if I’d made a terrible mistake leaving Madrid for what everyone said would be “a charming New England summer.” They didn’t mention it would feel like walking inside a sauna. My host family lived just outside the university — the Bradleys, polite,...

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” I exclaimed, as Adhi and I pushed through the big front doors of the office tower, out into the cold gloom of Cross St in Manchester. “You’re the best resource he’s got on the project. He’s fucking lucky to have you at all!!” “I know, I know,” Adhi sighed, “I didn’t know what to say." “How can he say that about you?! God, what an Old Fuck Face he is!!” I was really getting wound up, str...

Sophia was sitting in my leather chair, her back ramrod straight. The monitor cast a cool, blue light across her perfect face, making her ice-blue eyes seem even colder. Her long blonde hair, usually soft and flowing, seemed to hang with a kind of tension. She didn’t turn as I entered, her focus entirely on the screen. My stomach dropped. I knew, with a certainty that felt like a physical blow, what she was looking at. My...