Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry,” I choke out. “I’m so sorry. I just lost control. I love you, Aubrey. I love you so fucking much.”
She snuggles closer, relaxing in my arms. Her crying subsides and she tilts her head up, lips finding my neck. “Love you too, Hugo. I…I’m glad it happened. Us, I mean. I always wondered…”
Guilt drags me under again.
I want to punch myself in my own face.
“It can be better,” I whisper. “I promise. That was fucked-up. Next time let me love you right. In a bed and so sweet. Just us.”
“It was good,” she rushes out. “I didn’t say I liked it any better or worse than with Spencer. It’s my emotions that are wrecked. My heart hurts.”
“Because of me?”
“Because of both of you.”
“You can’t fuck us both,” I spit out. “It has to be me and me only.”
She sits up, pinning me with her teary eyes. “I…I can’t give him up. Not now. Not after last night.”
Pain slices down the middle of my chest and the world tilts.
“Y-You’re choosing him over me? Because I fucked up and hurt you? Goddamn, Love, please don’t choose him over me. I love you and I need you.”
She presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m not choosing him over you. I’m just stating I can’t give him up.” I tense up and she gives me another kiss. “I can’t give either of you up. I need you both.”
This is beyond messy and fucked-up.
It’s a colossal nightmare all three of us are starring in.
I’m jealous of my son because he also gets to fuck my stepdaughter.
And yet…
It’s just Spencer. Not some stranger. Not some ex from LA. My son. That’s better than the alternative. If I had to share her with anyone, it’d be him.
This twisted entanglement of ours is awful.
So fucking awful.
I don’t know what to do about it either. I’m sure as hell not about to stop anytime soon.
Aubrey
My mind is in a million different places, but I need to reel it in and focus. Tonight is a performance, according to Hugo, where the media will see him having dinner with his campaign opponent. I’ll need to play the good stepdaughter who supports her stepfather by taking her mother’s place since she couldn’t come.
I bounce back and forth between looking forward to my date with Hugo and dreading filling my mother’s spot, knowing she’s still missing. Pretending to know where she is will be difficult. I’m hoping Hugo will steer us away from any uncomfortable territories because I would hate to be the reason his campaign goes south over a verbal misstep on my part.
I stare at my full-length bedroom mirror, smoothing out my dress that hits just below the knees. It’s a black, floral print ZHIVAGO with a single cutout on my left ribs. Elegant but also sexy.
There’s no denying I look good. Knowing Hugo will appreciate my appearance sends a thrill down my spine. Knowing Spencer will peel me out of this dress sends another one down my spine.
What is wrong with me?
It’s been days since Hugo first rudely fucked me in his office and my handling of this situation hasn’t improved. Thankfully, there’s been no more harassment from my stalker. I’ve been able to settle into this new rhythm.
At night, I’m in Spencer’s bed. We talk, have sex, and then cuddle.
Then, at work, Hugo pins me in his office, fucking me like he can erase Spencer’s scent.
It’s insane. I shouldn’t be having sex with both of them. It’s wrong. Seriously fucked-up. If anyone knew what I was up to, I’d be shamed and probably shunned.
They’re practically family.
But I want them. Both. They’re like an addiction I crave more than my next breath. I don’t understand how it can continue without coming to a brutal head. Does it stop me? Do I even try to stop? No. I keep falling back and forth into their arms, unable to keep from unraveling their relationship.
“You ready?”
Hugo’s deep voice rumbles into my room and vibrates my bones. I turn to see him leaning up against the doorframe in a black suit, watching me with unmasked desire. My heart catches in my throat and sexual energy buzzes through my veins. We had sex hours ago against his office wall and I could go for round two right now.
“Yep,” I say, lifting my chin. “How about you?”
He straightens and then strides over to me. “I’d rather stay here with you. Alone. You’re so fucking beautiful right now, Love, it’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to tear this sexy dress off you.”
I grin at him and touch his cheek. “I’d rather do that too, but you have a media appearance to pull off. You’ve got this. I’m going to make sure this goes well for you.”
His eyes shine with pride. I flutter my lids closed as his mouth drops to mine. Spencer is out with Dempsey, so I don’t feel guilty about stealing this moment with Hugo. For one night, I can pretend I’m a normal girl going on a normal date with a man she loves.