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The Edge of Jealousy

Autor: E.O Verse
last update Data de publicação: 2026-11-02 07:47:03

Kimmy’s POV

Before leaving the hospital, I decided to step out to the main nurse's station at the end of the hall to have a quick conversation with one of the primary nurses in charge of my mother's daily care.

“Miss Kimmy," the nurse said, giving me a warm nod as she set down a clipboard on the counter. "It's good to see you today."

“Hi," I smiled back, leaning slightly against the wooden counter. "I just wanted to check on her overall progress today before I head out. Has there been any chang
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  • Playing With The Devil   Waiting in the Dark

    Kimmy’s POV The sudden silence in the kitchen returned the moment Thaddeus left to answer the call he just received. I swallowed the last bit of my noodles, my appetite completely ruined by the sudden shift in the room. The relaxed, flirty mood we were sharing just two minutes ago had vanished into thin air. I stood up from the wooden stool and began clearing off the counter. I threw away my empty plastic container and paper napkins, then wrapped up Thaddeus’s untouched box of food, putting it neatly inside the refrigerator so it wouldn't spoil whenever he finally felt like eating. Just as I closed the fridge door, Thaddeus walked back into the kitchen. The dark, intense look in his eyes was still there, tucked right beneath the surface, but his posture was completely controlled, but slightly tensed. "Urgent business just came up," he said softly, his voice low and dead serious. "I need to go attend to it." Before I could ask him anything, he stepped closer, cupped the side of m

  • Playing With The Devil   Bad Timing

    Thaddeus POV I snatched the two brown paper takeout bags right out of Marcus's hands, my jaw clenched tight enough to snap a tooth. Marcus took one look at my face, then let his gaze slide right past my shoulder to catch a quick glimpse of Kimmy sitting at the kitchen island, flushing bright red while she pulled her pink tank top flat against her chest. He knew instantly that he had just ruined a major, unrepeatable moment for me. Instead of looking intimidated or stepping back, a slow, taunting smirk spread across Marcus's face. He held his hands up in mock surrender, his dark eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated amusement. "Seriously, fuck you, Marcus," I growled, my voice thick with raw irritation. Marcus just raised his hands higher, giving me a playful, mocking salute as he stepped backward out of the open doorway. I didn't wait for him to open his mouth again—I slammed the heavy front door right in his face, letting the deadbolt click into place with a thud that echoed d

  • Playing With The Devil   Pure Torture

    Thaddeus POV “Jesus fucking Christ.” I muttered under my breath the second I raised my head. The curse slipped out automatically before I could even filter it. Kimmy was standing right at the edge of the kitchen, looking like a total fever dream. She had taken off that oversized hoodie, replacing it with a simple pink tank top and a pair of tiny black lounge shorts. Kimmy was standing right at the edge of the kitchen, looking like a total fever dream. She had taken off that oversized hoodie, replacing it with a simple pink tank top and a pair of tiny black lounge shorts. The tank top fit her body smoothly, but because she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, my eyes hooked instantly onto her chest. I couldn't stop looking at the clear outline of her hardened nipples poking aggressively right through the pink fabric. Below that, she wore a tiny pair of black lounge shorts that rode high on her hips, leaving her long, smooth legs and a generous curve of her butt cheeks completely exp

  • Playing With The Devil   Divided Loyalty

    Kimmy’s POV I stood leaning against the back of the locked guest room door, my ears straining to hear if Thaddeus was moving around out in the hallway. The silence outside was heavy and unbroken, but inside my own head, it was complete chaos. My mind was in absolute shambles, running in exhausting circles until my temples began to throb. I slid down the wood frame of the door until I was sitting flat on the cold floor, pulling my knees up to my chest and staring aimlessly across the dark bedroom. My body was still humming with the lingering heat of his hands. My swollen lips still felt the phantom pressure of his mouth pressing into mine, and the spot on my neck where he had sucked hard against my skin was still throbbing with a dull, warm pulse. And that was the absolute scariest part of all this. I found myself battling with my own thoughts, wrestling with questions I had no business asking. Why was I suddenly so obsessed with wanting him to put a real name on what we had? Why

  • Playing With The Devil   Over The Line

    Kimmy’s POV Before I could even process the words coming out of his mouth, Thaddeus closed the last inch of space between us. His mouth came down on mine with a heavy, desperate heat that took my breath away instantly. It wasn't a gentle kiss, and it wasn't a slow ask. It was rough, demanding, and full of the dark hunger he had been holding in for the last two days while I was locked away. His large hands slid right beneath my hoodie, gripping my waist so tight his fingers dug into my skin. He lifted me slightly, setting me right onto the edge of the island counter so I was sitting level with him. The cold stone bit into the back of my thighs through my shorts, but the rest of my body was completely engulfed in his heat. "Beau—" I managed to gasp out against his lips, my hands slamming against his broad chest to hold him back. He didn't stop. He nudged my knees apart with his thighs, stepping right between them so I had nowhere to retreat. His hands moved up my ribs, his thumbs t

  • Playing With The Devil   Raw Truths

    Thaddeus POV The wide, terrified look in Kimmy’s eyes hit me right in the chest. She was pressed hard against the edge of the island counter, her back completely flat against it, staring up at me like I was a wild animal about to snap. I could see the tiny tremble in her lower lip, the pale color of her skin, and the way her chest was heaving beneath her oversized hoodie. I took a slow, deep breath, forcing the wild heat in my head to cool down just a bit. The manic flare in my eyes receded, smoothing out as I forced myself to settle, but the heavy, possessive knot in my gut didn't loosen an inch. I didn't back away. I didn't apologize, and I certainly didn't take back what I had just said. If anything, seeing her stand there trapped between my body and the counter only solidified the dark truth I had been carrying around for months. Without breaking eye contact with her, I casually reached my left hand right behind her waist, leaning in just enough to turn the knob on the stove.

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