Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

I ended up not attending Christopher's wife's birthday party after all.

As soon as my car pulled into an empty spot and came to a halt, someone swiftly grabbed me by the waist and shoved me into a black SUV parked nearby.

The movements were so smooth and practiced. If I hadn't seen Nicholas's dark face, I would have screamed for help.

Christopher had invited quite a number of guests, with luxury cars lining the parking lot. Oddly enough, the only open space happened to be right next to Nicholas's car. It was clear he had been waiting for me, patiently biding his time until I fell into his trap. We were far too close. Even a simple exchange of glances between us could be mistaken by anyone as a moment of deep connection.

It was so close as if we were trying to sear each other into memory, where a single glance could leave one's heart aching.

I sighed and shielded my eyes with my hand. "Can you get off me?"

Nicholas didn't move. Instead, he shut the car door behind us and seized my wrist. His gaze seemed to be blaming me.

"Let's see who's being disobedient."

His car was incredibly private. No one could see inside, no matter how hard they tried. And with that secrecy, his actions became even bolder.

delicate. The smooth fabric slid easily beneath the rough texture of his

eel, Nicholas

fabric to cover me. In such a compromising

move, there was no way I could break free. A wave of grievance washed over

Tabitha, who was waiting for me at home. Once I dealt with these troublesome people, I would leave with her. Nicholas would never

could be so important for

whole body pressed down on me. The buttons of his shirt dug painfully into my

groan. When I caught the deepening look in Nicholas's eyes, I bit my lip in humiliation. His breath was hot. When he spoke again, his voice was

wife's birthday party, I would fuck you right here. Ariana, you walked straight into this. If you hadn't come, none of this would be happening." I forced myself

you

Whatever title you use, you can't control me. My legs are my own. If you're so upset, why don't you throw me under your

to spreading

up in my eyes. "Nicholas, you're always

my frustrated outburst. He pulled back a bit, lifting me off

up at him, anger rising once