LOGIN(Thompson Mansion)Richard sat opposite his father in the study, his attention fixed on the phone in his hand.The room was spacious, with dark wooden shelves covering one side of the wall and several expensive paintings decorating the remaining spaces. A glass of untouched whiskey sat on the table between them.Victor had been watching his son for minutes.Richard hasn't said much since he entered the room. He had simply taken his seat, brought out his phone, and remained occupied with whatever was on the screen.But Victor knew exactly what he was looking at.Kendra's photograph.He noticed it earlier, and although he hasn't commented on it, he couldn't help wondering how his son was handling everything.The revelation had affected the entire family, but Richard had probably taken it harder than anyone else.He had spent years believing Knox was his greatest rival, that his stepbrother was his enemy. Their father had constantly compared them, and Richard had grown up feeling that n
[(Kendra's Apartment)—Next Morning] Kendra opened her eyes slowly. The room was quiet, her hand moved across the sheet beside her, palm flat, searching for heat or the weight of a body that wasn’t there. Nothing. The other side of the bed was cool, the pillow barely dented. She smiled anyway, and sat up. The blanket slipped, and she caught it, wrapping it around herself as she stood. Her legs were unsteady for a moment; Knox didn’t let her go until she pretended to be asleep. In the bathroom she let the water run hot. Steam fogged the mirror before she stepped under the spray. She washed slowly, fingers pausing over the tender spot on the side of her neck. The hickey was darker this morning, a clear bloom of red-purple against her skin. When she stepped out and dried off her body with a towel. The necklace Knox had given her was already waiting on the counter. She fastened it carefully, the pendant settling just above the mark. For a moment she studied her reflection: sh
[(Kendra's Apartment)—Next Morning]Kendra opened her eyes slowly.The room was quiet, her hand moved across the sheet beside her, palm flat, searching for heat or the weight of a body that wasn’t there. Nothing. The other side of the bed was cool, the pillow barely dented. She smiled anyway, and sat up. The blanket slipped, and she caught it, wrapping it around herself as she stood. Her legs were unsteady for a moment; Knox didn’t let her go until she pretended to be asleep. In the bathroom she let the water run hot. Steam fogged the mirror before she stepped under the spray. She washed slowly, fingers pausing over the tender spot on the side of her neck. The hickey was darker this morning, a clear bloom of red-purple against her skin. When she stepped out and dried off her body with a towel. The necklace Knox had given her was already waiting on the counter. She fastened it carefully, the pendant settling just above the mark. For a moment she studied her reflection: short red
Emily stepped through the heavy front door of Sean’s mansion and paused just inside, the quiet wrapping around her like a held breath. The place always felt too big when he wasn’t already talking, teasing her and especially when it's been so long they talked. She walked slowly into the living room, shoes silent on the marble, and sat on one of the sofas. Her hands stayed in her lap. She didn’t want to come. Or rather, she had wanted to and that was the problem. She turned him down, because of one stupid guy who didn't even deserve her. Seeing him after hurting his feelings was so embarrassing. Sean appeared a few minutes later still in his suit, jacket open, tie loosened but not gone. He stopped when he saw her, and Emily’s eyes moved over him before she could stop them—shoulders, the line of his throat above the collar, the way the fabric pulled across his chest when he shifted. “You can just admit it,” he said, voice low and amused. “You’ve never seen anyone as handsome
She lifted her head. Her eyes were red, lips swollen. For a second she looked like she might cry again. Then she rolled her hips, took in her lower lip, slow and mean, and he groaned, head knocking back against the wall. “Hmmm...Like that?” she asked. “Just like that.” he answered, moaning. She did it again. And again. Grinding down in small circles so his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. He shut his eyes, enjoying every fucking bit of it! Damn! She gets him without trying. She was soaked, his come and hers mixing and making everything slick. Every time she sank all the way down she made a soft, broken sound in the back of her throat. Knox watched her face. He watched the way her mouth fell open. He watched her try not to moan and fail. “Fuck, Kendra…” “Shut up.” She braced her hands on his shoulders and started moving for real. Up and down. Taking him deep every time. The wet sound of their connection filled the room. Her thighs shook. “You ca
Knox kissed her back just as rough, backing her into the wall. Her hands fisted in his shirt. His thigh pushed between her legs and she ground down on it without thinking. “Still want me to leave?” he said against her mouth.“Mmmhh.” She bit his lip. “Just…shut up and fuck me.” He didn’t need to be told twice. He spun her around, pressed her chest to the wall, and yanked her dress up. She wasn’t wearing anything under it. His hand slid between her legs and found her soaked. He groaned. “Fuck, Kendra.” Two fingers pushed inside her wet ready to be fucked pussy. She moaned, loudly, forehead against the wall. “You’re dripping.” “Don’t talk. Just…please.” He pulled his fingers out, freed his cock, and pushed into her from behind in one long thrust. She cried out. He was thick, stretching her, and she was so wet he slid all the way in. He stayed there for a second, buried deep, both of them breathing hard. “God,” she whispered, her lips parted. “Knox…” He started moving. H
Richard's hand froze where it rested on Freya's waist and Freya pulled away from the kiss. Freya's face drained of color when she saw Kendra, she stood up from his laps and Richard immediately stood from his chair. "Kendra—" Kendra simply stared at both of them, the sight before her should have
Richard grabbed Kendra's wrist and pulled her into the bedroom.She stumbled forward from the force of it, catching herself before she could fall and the door slammed shut behind them."What was that out there?" Richard demanded, his voice sharp with anger. "What kind of stunt were you trying to pu
The moment Richard realized how tightly he was gripping her wrist, his expression changed. His fingers loosened immediately. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice softening. "I'm sorry. I was worried. You left the mansion without telling anyone." Kendra stared at him. The concern in his eyes
In the third year of her marriage, Kendra Thompson discovered that her husband was cheating on her. Not only that, she found out he was cheating on her with her best friend. The woman she trusted more than anyone. The woman who had stood beside her on her wedding day, smiling and holding her bouq







