1. Izzy

Ithought at this point in life I might have a bit more figured out. I did my best to check all of society's boxes, but honestly, it was never sufficient. I wasn't quite beautiful enough. I wasn't quite exciting enough. I just wasn't quite enough.

At least that's what Harry said when I caught him dick-deep in another woman's asshole a few weeks ago.

I let out a frustrated sigh, and my coworker mean-mugged me. I returned the look but then smiled at the end.

"How about this weather?" I chirped. My dad wasn't lying when he said I would end up talking more about the weather than anything else.

It was monotonous. Everything was at this point.

My coworker gave me a weird look but then turned back to her computer screen. She was such a good little worker; that's why we hired her.

I refocused my attention to the video on my phone. I was playing it on an endless loop.

Letting air hiss out through my teeth, I witnessed as Harry came inside the poor girl. Thirty seconds really wasn't going to do much for her, and he didn't even touch her clit once. And no lube prior? The whole thing felt like a big yuck.

I needed to stop torturing myself by watching this recording, but I found that any time I grew lonely, it was a sure way to remind myself why being single was the better option.

I glanced over my shoulder to confirm no one else could see what was on the phone's screen. I really didn't need a meeting with HR.

I knew Harry wasn't shit; key in on the camera I installed to catch him in the act. But really? My step-sister? On my birthday? He couldn't be more cliché if he tried.

A throat clearing had me swiveling my desk chair.

"Boss man." I smiled jovially at my best friend and "boss," Oliver. That was one reason this "job" wasn't too bad.

His golden curly hair fell forward in disarray as he creased his brow in annoyance. His large hand reached up to brush it out of his vibrantly ashen blue eyes before dropping it to his side. My gaze traced the movement in a trance, and I slowly followed a path up his suit. His muscles pushed against the fabric, rebelling, and I watched as the material stretched on every exhale before finally resettling on his eyes. They were crinkled in amusement.

Oliver knew he was hot shit. "I told you not to call me that." There was humor in his deep voice.

It did something to my nerves, and I decreed then and there, I needed to get laid. Harry and I hadn't had sex for several months prior to his dick ending up in my step-sister's asshole, and I was hitting a breaking point that no amount of silicone could fix.

Oliver snapped his fingers once more, bringing me out of my haze. "Earth to Isobel. My office." He gave me an unreadable look before he spun and left.

His butt did amazing things to the pants he wore.

"Really?" The same coworker as before shook her head at me. "Be a tad more obvious, would you?"

"You're right; this weather is a bit gloomy. Best to bring an umbrella tomorrow." I flashed her my most charming smile.

She muttered under her breath before once more concentrating on her computer screen and leaving me alone. Such a good little worker bee.