Prologue
I didn’t know when it started, I just didn’t want it to end. And by ‘it’ means fucking my rival. I still have work tomorrow, I have to get back and fix my shits but I decided to jump in bed with the man I hated the most. Despite the danger of being close with him everyday, I endured it. Thinking, my hate wouldn’t magically turn into a mind-bending lust yet it did.
“You feel so good, Isabelle, I want to fuck you again and again until we both pass out in exhaustion.” Troy’s voice was raspy, full of lust that I matched. “I want to feel your pussy pulsating as you come, baby. Let it out, please, let me feel you,” he begged.
“Be a good boy, Troy and I will,” Isabelle replied.
She’s my rival. She’s the reason why I might have to stay in the job I hated the most. But fuck I want her, there was never a time I didn’t. But how long ’till we could last in this arrangement before we realized that one might hurt in the end and that ‘one’ might be me?
