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Jack already has the De Chante ready.

We toast to Alice getting her ass battered, and the beauty of filthy fun for the slut bunny.

I down more champagne, and switch it up to rum, and soon we’re in Jack’s shower, soaping each other off as we kiss like a trio of horny hookers.

The drink flows, our dicks harden, and the blur of whose body is whose gets caught up in the madness of lust. Mouths, hands, cocks, pussy… until it’s me who gets the ass burn.

I’m so drunk on rum, I’m practically done in when Jack shoves his magnificent cock in my ass and takes me as his slut bunny.

I smile at Alice, and she’s smiling at me as I get railed by the Adonis, her perky tits still on proud display before my eyes until they begin to close.

I’m in a haze as Jack keeps on ploughing me. My words are nothing but a babble of nothing as I spur him on.

Somehow, after more champagne toasts and rum, I end up under the covers, with Jack’s cum still dribbling from my asshole and a naked Alice pressed up to my side as she snuggles down for sleep time. Somehow, I end up drifting off into dreamland myself, still in a surreal dimension where I’m living a waking dream that makes no sense to the rational. To what I’ve ever known.

My God, how that waking dream becomes a nightmare when I do actually wake up a few hours later, with a banging headache and Alice Rose Parker stark naked beside me.

The rational comes back with an explosion, my conscience crashing in with curses as the fear eats me alive.

I just fucked William Parker’s daughter. My boss’s prized, sacred wallflower.

Panic.

Such panic.

My heart races, my stomach lurches, and I find myself backing away, slipping out from under the covers as Jack and Alice stay sleeping.

I don’t know how I manage to find my clothes in the dull morning half light, but I do it. I don’t know how I manage to call a cab with a pounding head, while trying to tie my shoelaces up, but I succeed.

But most of all, I don’t know how I manage to leave such vivid, crazy dreams behind me. To leave the woman I’ve been pining for for years, in bed with the man who’s driven me insane in 48 hours straight.

But I do it. Mr Rational. Mr Safe. Mr Boring.

Because boring means secure.

It means stability.

And right now, in the aftermath of such a hedonistic explosion, I want to cling on to that stability with ghostly white knuckles.

Sylvia left me with half bare walls, expensive legal fees, and a hole in my life where a ‘wife’ used to be. But she didn’t take my job. My career. My achievements. The things I’ve worked hardest for, all from the start. But if Bill were ever to find out about this, about what me – lowly Bryce – has done to his precious daughter, I’d be dead to him. My career would be in tatters, my peers disgusted while I’m ousted from the community I’ve sacrificed my world for.

Bill wouldn’t take any prisoners. Especially not me. His trusted confidant.

I race upstairs when the cab pulls up outside my place. I fumble with my door lock, slamming it behind me as my world spins on its axis and my stomach gurgles. I try to reach the toilet before I sick up rum and cum, but I don’t quite make it. So much for clean magnolia walls.

My bathroom looks like a sicko version of an Alice Rose Parker abstract when I’ve finished hurling.

Jesus Christ almighty. What in the holy fuck have I done?

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ALICE

Ihave no idea what time it is when I wake up in Jack’s huge comfy bed, and I don’t care. What I do care about is the aching void to the left of me when I roll over. No Bryce where he was when I fell asleep, with his arm wrapped tight around my waist.

I pat the mattress frantically, as though he’ll suddenly appear from the ether, but the space is empty. So is the space to my right where Jack was snoozing like a starfish when we all finally passed out last night.

In full on panic mode, I leap out of bed and dash through to the living room.