Novels by Floxy writes

~REESE~Liam stops the car a block away from the house. He doesn’t say a word. His hands still on the steering wheel, his eyes straight ahead. The silence between us has stretched the entire ride.“I’ll be okay here,” I say, breaking the long, deadbeat silence.He finally turns to me, his eyes burning into the side of my face. “Okay then. I wouldn't want your husband putting a bullet in my head.Even though I'd love to see him try.”“Very funny.”“But you sure you'll be fine walking from here?”“I’ve been completely fine without you for six years, Liam. Let's not compare that to a one block walk.”He chuckles. “Completely fine, huh? You’re a terrible liar.”I ignore him, unbuckling my seat belt and reaching for the door handle.“Reese,” he says, his voice low and husky. My hand freezes midair. The sound of my name in his voice. The way he calls it. It aches very strangely. Or more like it fills an empty space in me. One that I’ve spent years pretending to be long buried.I force my

REESE’S POVHe knows.My breath catches somewhere in between my throat. “How do you know that?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.An evil smile spreads across his lips. That slow, dangerous kind of smile that makes my stomach twist.“You honestly think I wouldn’t do my research, huh? Darling, you should know me better by now.”Yes, I know him. I know exactly what he’s capable of. But threatening my marriage? That’s too far.“Reese Carter. Wife of the biggest real estate CEO in Los Angeles,” he rants, swinging his hands through the air as if painting a grand picture. “Owner of the luxurious Arena fashion boutique. You're the big deal, baby girl. But then I start to wonder, why didn't you mention that to me even when I asked you. Why does your status say single on the app?”He narrows his eyes. “Or were you just hiding it from me?“So you're stalking me now? You think everything’s about you?”“I wouldn’t call it stalking,” he says, his lips curling. “Let’s say it's more like stud

Reese’s POVHe must think that because we pleasured each other this one time, it means we’re going to keep doing it forever.Well, he’s wrong. This was a mistake. A complete blunder that should never have happened.“Mine.” I tasted the word on my lips. What does that even mean? It crawled under my skin like a shiver chilling down my bones. Not just a threat, but a promise.“I’m not yours, Liam. You need to leave me alone.”I shouldn’t even be here. I swore to always be a faithful wife, yet here I am, breaking that very vow. Carter might not be the best husband right now, but he’s a provider. He loves and cares for the kids. That alone should matter.But then again, there was something different about this new Liam. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, something I didn’t even know how it made me feel. It was scary and exciting all at once.Is it the way he carried himself? Like he owned the goddamn oxygen. The way his deep, baritone voice terrified every inch of my body. He

Liam’s POV This might be fate, cause what else could it be? I was actually fucking her, I was holding her hips and fucking her so hard like she is the only girl meant for me, or was it a dream? The girl I thought I’d lost forever. And, here she is, arching perfectly for me. She’s more gorgeous than ever, beautiful and stunning, her fine waist has gotten thinner than I remembered with curves that seem to be molded by God himself. Her long eyelashes reached out to her eyelids whenever she stared at me. Her body reeked of an intoxicating cologne, the kind that sinks into your soul like poison. Or was it how her gaze pierces through my skin like the tip of a needle? Or how her breath hitched whenever I said her name? My Reese, my first love, the only woman I’ve ever loved, my beginning and my end, my heaven on earth, I swear I won’t lose you a second time, I’ll show you I’m not the same Liam you know. I'll make you miss every minute with me, every second that was lost. I'll break you

I didn’t move, my pulse hammering in my throat. But it wasn't a stranger. It was Liam. He leaned against the tiled wall, his coat tossed over one shoulder and his tie loosened. “Why do you always run away when things get real?” he grumbled, his raspy voice making me swallow nervously. I turned around, rubbing my palms against my jeans, trying to calm the nerves running through me. “You shouldn't be in the ladies' room. This is crazy.” He took a step closer. “What's crazy is pretending you don't want me. But the way you kissed me… gosh, that was hot.” “Liam…” I stuttered nervously. “That was a mistake,” I lied, though I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too. He continued walking toward me, tossing his coat across the counter. Step by step, I retreated until my back hit the sink and my hands pressed against it to steady myself. He stopped, his gaze trailing over me like I was a prey and him, the predator. And yes, I felt that way. “Reese,” he purred. “You can lie to

And once again, he was here, staring right at me. The message was sent. I froze, my eyes locked on the tiny blue check mark for what felt like forever. My thumb hovered over the screen, breath shaking, heart hammering with every second. And then… three dots appeared. My pulse raced. “He's typing.” Liam: Reese? Just my name, and yet it sent shivers racing through my skin. It felt like he was leaning over my shoulder, whispering it into my ear. I bit my lower lip, unsure what to reply, maybe a ‘hi’ or ‘hello.’ Me: Hi, it’s been a while. The dots flashed again. Liam: Six years but who’s counting? I swallowed hard, my throat stuttering. Six years. Six years since I left the only man I ever loved—the only man who has made me feel truly seen. I’d left him sitting hopelessly on his bed, convinced that stability was worth more than love. I stood, pacing the room, my phone in one hand. I shouldn’t be doing this. This is wrong. But before I could convince myself to dele