Romane von yemmyeniafe02

Shirley's POV:I wasn't supposed to be there.Not at this boring ass party. Not at this repulsive bar. And definitely not in these five-inch Louis Vuitton heels I could barely walk in. But that's where you find yourself when you're trying to get your lick back at your cheating husband.My husband hadn't touched me for five years. Five whole years—can you imagine that? I thought I wasn't sexy enough. I thought I wasn't attractive enough. But all this time, my husband had been hitting it with his secretary.And what I'm about to say may blow your mind even further—my husband wasn't just fucking his secretary. He was fucking his secretary, who was a man.Crazy, right? Yes, I know. The supposed "love of my life" was gay.But you know what? Fuck that bastard.I was here to get myself fucked by the hottest man I could find at this party. I was on my eighth shot, downing burning alcohol down my throat, repeatedly adjusting my boobs so my cleavage could pop in this bandage dress while my eyes

Mia's POV:I didn't sleep. I couldn't.Not a single hour.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. His smirk, his hands, the way he'd pulled me close and whispered, "you know exactly where to find me."None of it would leave my head. I needed him so badly, and this time I knew touching myself to him wouldn't help matters. I needed Kade himself. But how? The guilt of surrendering myself to my best friend's brother haunted me.What would Lorena say? Would she still want to stay friends? The conflicting thoughts tormented me, and I didn't know what to do about it. Well, to be honest, I knew exactly what to do. I just had to face the repercussions of whatever decision I was going to make. Surrender myself to Kade and potentially lose my best friend? Or put our friendship first and lose something I'd always craved?And the latter was definitely winning the conflict in my mind by a huge margin.Lorena was still sleeping beside me, snoring softly. Oblivious to everything that was going on.I

Mia's POV:The moment I saw him, my throat instantly went dry.He was leaning against the door frame like he owned it, a dirty smirk on his face as his arms were folded across his bare chest. He was still shirtless. And his hair? Still messy—not from sleep, but from earlier. Clearly.He stared at me with those dark eyes of his. Unreadable.I don't think I'd ever been this close to Kade before. I'd seen him maybe from across a room, in the school hallways, on the ice while he played hockey—but never… never this close."K-Kade," I breathed, my heart pounding hard in my chest. "W-what are you—""Seems like you forgot something." He cut me off as he unfolded his hands and revealed a shard of the glass cup that broke earlier."Oh." I swallowed again. "That.""Looks familiar, doesn't it?" He smirked, still holding firmly onto the shard as he waved it across my face."It's not… I can explain." I hurriedly and anxiously said. "I didn't mean to—""Relax, Mia." He let out a low laugh. "I'm not

Mia's POV:I froze the moment our eyes met. I didn't know whether to run or apologize—all I knew was that my feet felt glued to the floor, my breathing had paused, and the world had suddenly come to a stop. Well, that didn't last long, because as soon as Kade spoke, it felt like the world was moving again."Mia?" He said, his voice laced with a mocking laugh as his eyebrows squeezed together in slight surprise."Uhm… I didn't mean to…" I stuttered, trying to piece my words together. But in that moment, Kade drew his dick out of Kayda and stood upright, staring at me. I couldn't concentrate—my gaze kept darting from his face to his dick, which was already losing its erection"I should be on my way," Kayda interrupted me, her face flushing red with what seemed like embarrassment as she straightened from the arched position she was in and began hurriedly pulling on her clothes."C'mon babe, you can't just…" Kade's gaze shifted from me to her as he reached out, probably to stall her from

Mia's POV:I never imagined I'd fuck my best friend's brother. Okay, wait—that's a lie.Maybe I'd fantasized about it a few times, but I never actually intended to go through with it.At least, not until tonight.I hadn't meant to stay awake. I was thirsty—parched, really—and honestly, I wanted to just tough it out till morning. But the dryness in my throat wouldn't let me.My best friend, Lorena, and I had just gotten back from a house party and decided to crash at her place. We were supposed to call Ubers and head to our separate homes after the party, but I had to escort her and make sure she got in safely because she was way too drunk to be left alone. I could've gone home after dropping her off, but it was 2 a.m., and I wasn't trying to get robbed or kidnapped. So I stayed.Little did I know that very decision would change everything.I was on my way back from the kitchen, glass of water in hand, when I noticed his door was slightly open. It seemed almost intentional—like he want