Sara expected to meet fellow bibliophiles and hearty conversations about prose and reading when she joined a local book club. Fueled with caffeine and passionate talks, she became well acquainted with her new bookoholic friends, especially with Dominic, the man with midnight raven hair and oceanic blue eyes whose charm worked on her like black magic. Though she only intended to bond platonically, she couldn't help but reciprocate his flirtatious glances and sexual innuendos when she thought no one noticed. As she found herself stuck between her poor attempt at surviving her failing relationship and her profound desire for her hot, persuasive writer, she couldn't say no when he made a generous offer she's more than willing to compromise: private writing sessions at his place. ⚠ content/trigger warning: contains mature content, sexual assault, self-harm, mentions of ED, cursing, alcohol/drugs use, emotional abuse & cheating

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*