ALEX
Dinner in this house always felt like a performance. Tonight, the tension was thicker than usual, a palpable force lingering over the table. No one dared to speak out of turn, each word carefully measured, each glance weighted with unspoken meaning. I could feel the pressure of it all, the power plays, the buried resentments, the secrets twisting through the air like invisible threads pulling us all into their web.
I couldn’t get the image of Reed out of my head. That smug, infuriating smile as he touched the blonde lady, his eyes hawked on me as he drove his c**k deep into her and f****d her till she came, dared me to react.
Fuck! The thought was turning me on against my will. I couldn't trust myself with these men.
Even now, with him sitting at the far end of the table, I could
