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MANHATTAN BLUES Alistair Julian, Vera, and I slipped into the Waldorf Astoria just before midnight, the marble lobby gleaming under chandeliers. I lingered as the siblings exchanged a quiet goodnight, an easy intimacy in the way they smiled, before Julian stepped into the elevator and vanished behind its mirrored doors. “How did it go with

Thirty minutes later, after using an enema and cleansing my body in the shower, I was ready for Alistair. We started with a little foreplay when I sat on his face, allowing him to taste the stickiness of my musk and lap my juices until kingdom comes. And when kingdom came, I quivered as my

DAMIAN Vera “Impressive place, Mister Scott.” I kept my voice even, though my eyes drank in every inch of the penthouse as he led me into the open-plan living room. Calling it impressive was underselling it. This was billionaire territory, and Alistair wore it like a second skin. “My friends Robbie and Angie Somersby designed

DIRTY TALK Alistair The entire week crawled. I tried to drown her out… late nights, crowded clubs, a parade of perfect bodies grinding under cheap neon. It should’ve worked. It didn’t. Every laugh that hit the right pitch, every flash of caramel hair, I looked up expecting her, hungry for that sharp mouth and those

DOPAMINE RUSH Vera Isprawled across the silky bed, the cool fabric teasing my overheated skin. Alistair’s fingers slid between my thighs, breaching the slick wetness of my sex with a slow, deliberate thrust. A breathy moan escaped me. “Again?” I whispered, my voice a half-laugh, half-plea. “You can’t get enough of me, can you?” His

HOUSE OF LOVE Vera One hour later “Interesting place, sweetheart,” Alistair remarked as we stepped into our room at the Casa de Amor. “I thought you’d like it,” I whispered, peppering his masculine jaw with hot kisses. “You are a woman of mystery, love,” he drawled, breaking away from me. “Did you come here with

ANGEL EYES Vera Tuesday, April 12 Great. Fucking great. I felt another migraine coming, like a wave of pain slowly washing my brain, starting from the left near my temple. I needed sleep after pulling an all-nighter on another sexual harassment and unfair dismissal case. My client came to me in tears, alleging that her

MISTERS X AND Y Vera Tango Nightclub. Saturday night, April 9 “Saph, are you even real right now?” Saph practically squealed, clutching her chest. “First, you get us past the line like VIPs, and now you’re just… doing this?” “Honestly, is anyone surprised? Vera’s got a PhD in making hot guys magically appear,” Mindy, my