Loving the Bad Guy

the memory of their heated encounter in Nathan's office playing on a loop in their minds. Flashes of that mome

avoided calling on her for tasks, fearing that being in her presence would only intensify the longing he felt for her. And when he did need h

of Nathan's touch. She found herself stealing glances at him when she thought he wasn't looking, only

awkward inevitability at every turn. They bumped into each other in the narrow hallways of the office, their ap

passing day. She had noticed the stolen glances and awkward encounters between Nathan and Stacy dur

tment towards Stacy fueling her desire for revenge. In her eyes, Stacy was not just a sister but a bet

to justice for what she believed was an unforgivable crime. For in her eyes, justice would on

iety and regret. She flipped through her notebook, each stroke of her pen across the page a

e marked it as completed, a knot of unease tightened in her chest. She couldn't shake the memory of their heat

s new jewelry collection with the reporter. The memory of their erotic encounter flooded her mind, the sensations still fresh

She knew that what had transpired between her and Nathan could never be undone,

oming week, Stacy's thoughts were consumed by a swirling maelstrom of regret. She couldn't help

stumbled upon a reminder that sent a shiver down her spine – her bo

ing, a meeting that held immense significance for Nathan. The weight of her mistake se

houghts consumed by a whirlwind of doubt and insecurity. She couldn't shake the feeling of regret

t to compose herself, to wash away the anxiety that threatened to consume her. And so, without a word to anyone,

urmoil that churned within her. The restroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of the overhead lights casting shadows across the tiled floor and

lowed by the sharp click of stiletto heels against the tiled floor. Stacy's heart skipped a

was none other than her sister, Camille. A wave of dread w

ister," Camille said with a sneer, her voice dripping with irritation and disdain. Stacy's

voice tinged with a hint of defiance as she a

ones Jewelry and Co, huh?" she mocked, her laughter loud and grating. "I never knew you'd be able to pull

let Camille see how much they hurt. "What do you want, Camille? I don't have time for all of

words like poison seeping into her sister's wounds. "Of course you don't, when

bout her encounter with Nathan? The thought sent a chill down her spine, and s

ial?" she taunted, her laughter piercing the air. "Sorry to disappoint you, kitty, but everyone sucked his cock at one poin

th? Did Nathan prey on newcomers, charming them until he had his way? The thought made her feel si

inful truth of her words. She hated herself for being so foolish, for allowing herself to be drawn into Nathan's web of deceit and