Scene I: The Morning Buzz The elevators of King Enterprises opened at 8:01 a.m. sharp. Silence hit the floor as Tyrone Dominian stepped out. He was dressed in a black, custom-fitted suit—open collar, no tie. His skin still carried the…
The black SUV curved along a winding coastal road, the sound of surf growing louder with every turn. The summer sky blazed overhead. The air buzzed with salt, sun, and possibility. Tyrone’s private estate stretched across two acres of secluded…
Charlene didn’t leave that night. Not after the table. Not after the second round on the bearskin rug in front of the fire, when Jack had bent her over with her heels still on, his hands gripping her hips like…
The night air rolled in thick with heat, the kind that clung to the skin and refused to leave. Inside the villa, the lights were low. Candles flickered in alcoves, their glow reflecting off marble and gold accents. The space…
Tyrone and Daniel touched down in Cartagena on a Thursday morning, the coastal heat washing over them the moment the jet doors opened. The villa—rented discreetly through a private contact—sat above the old city, hidden behind a wall of flowering…
Scene I: The Morning Buzz The elevators of King Enterprises opened at 8:01 a.m. sharp. Silence hit the floor as Tyrone Dominian stepped out. He was dressed in a black, custom-fitted suit—open collar, no tie. His skin still carried the…
The black SUV curved along a winding coastal road, the sound of surf growing louder with every turn. The summer sky blazed overhead. The air buzzed with salt, sun, and possibility. Tyrone’s private estate stretched across two acres of secluded…
Charlene didn’t leave that night. Not after the table. Not after the second round on the bearskin rug in front of the fire, when Jack had bent her over with her heels still on, his hands gripping her hips like…
The night air rolled in thick with heat, the kind that clung to the skin and refused to leave. Inside the villa, the lights were low. Candles flickered in alcoves, their glow reflecting off marble and gold accents. The space…
Tyrone and Daniel touched down in Cartagena on a Thursday morning, the coastal heat washing over them the moment the jet doors opened. The villa—rented discreetly through a private contact—sat above the old city, hidden behind a wall of flowering…