The morning light slipped through the thin curtains, warm and soft across Lexie’s face. She stretched in bed, trying to push away the memories of last night, but they clung like stubborn shadows. The apartment had been silent since her father left, too silent, and the quiet only reminded her of the storm that had happened between her and Mr James. A knock came at the door. Lexie sat up quickly, heart racing. She brushed her messy hair back and called, “Who’s there?”The door opened slowly, and Kira stood in the doorway. Her eyes were swollen and red, her cheeks damp with fresh tears. She looked so fragile, so broken, that guilt stabbed Lexie right in the chest.“Kira…” Lexie whispered, her voice soft.Kira stepped into the room, not even trying to hide the tears that streamed down her face. Her lip trembled, and before Lexie could move, she broke down completely. “I can’t… I can’t do this anymore, Lex,” Kira cried, her shoulders shaking. “Everything is falling apart.”Lexie’s heart tw
Lexie’s chest rose and fell in panic. Her hair was messy, lips swollen, her whole body trembling with what had just happened. She scrambled for the duvet and dragged it over herself just as her father turned the knob and entered.“Lexie?” his deep voice filled the room.She quickly pulled the blanket up to her chin, forcing her breathing to calm. Her dad flicked on the light, making her squint.“You’re sweating,” he said, setting down a small plate on her nightstand. “I brought you chicken breast. Are you sure you’re okay?”Lexie forced a small smile. “Yes, Daddy. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” Her voice shook, but she prayed he wouldn’t notice.Mr. Moore sat beside her on the bed, his hand brushing her hair back gently like when she was little. Lexie bit her lip hard, guilt pounding her chest.“Tell me the truth, baby. What’s going on?” His eyes searched hers.Lexie shook her head quickly. “It’s nothing, Daddy. Really. Just tired.”He sighed and leaned back slightly. “I haven’t seen Kir
Lexie’s phone buzzed again. James’s message glowed on the screen: “Your dad is back. Dinner downstairs instead?” Her stomach twisted. She swallowed hard and typed back quickly: “I’ll be down.” The walk to the dining room felt heavier than it should, her body still remembering the heat of that afternoon. Lexie saw her dad in the kitchen. He was holding a hot, steamy tray of chicken. “Hey, Daddy,” Lexie said softly, her hands folded behind her back timidly. “Hi, baby.” The moment he saw her, Mr. Moore flashed her a smile and waved her toward the dining chair. “You didn’t inform me you were coming. Is everything okay?” Mr. Moore asked, his brows knitting in concern. “Everything is fine, Dad,” Lexie said as she dropped into her seat. She sighed softly and looked away. Mr. Moore was a single father. Lexie’s mother had died during childbirth, and since then, he had raised her alone. Whenever Lexie asked him why he didn’t remarry, he told her he didn’t want his only child to fi
“Don’t look so guilty,” James said, pulling her against him. “I should go,” she whispered. He didn’t grab her hard. He just caught her wrist, warm and sure. “Lexie. Look at me,” he said. She looked up. His eyes were steady. He waited, giving her space to pull away. She did not pull away. “Do you want to stop?” he asked. Her lips parted. A long second passed. The word yes sat on her tongue and would not move. She swallowed. “I… don’t know,” she said, honest and shaking. She eased to her side and pulled the sheet up to her chest. The scent of the room returned. So did the guilt. She pressed the heel of her hand to her eyes. A tear slipped anyway. James slid his palm over her belly. “You okay?” he asked. She nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again. “I don’t know,” she said, voice hoarse. “I feel… wrong. And I feel… good. I hate that I feel good.” He didn’t try to answer that. He reached for the fallen towel and wiped a stray line of sweat from her shoulder. He t
Lexie turned away, tears blurring her vision. Her heart was pounding, her body still aching with the memory of him. She hated herself for enjoying it. Hated herself for giving in. She grabbed her clothes quickly, her hands shaking. She didn’t even look at him as she tried to cover herself. The heat still burned between her thighs, but her chest was tight with guilt. She had to leave. She had to get out before she did something worse. She took one step toward the door. “Going somewhere?” James’ deep voice stopped her. She froze. Slowly, she turned. He stood there with his fat long dick sprang up she could still see his pre-cum dripping from it, drops of water running down his chest. His eyes were locked on her like she was prey trying to run. “I need to go to my room,” she whispered. He stepped closer. “No,” he said softly but firmly, “not yet.” Her back hit the wall. He didn’t touch her at first, only leaned in so close she could feel his breath on her cheek. “You think you ca
The walk home was short, but Lexie’s steps felt heavy, her chest still tight from what she had witnessed. Kira’s moans echoed in her ears like a haunting melody she couldn’t shut off. The image of Simone on top of Kira on her bed burned in her mind like fire she couldn’t put out. When she reached her father’s house, her face was still streaked with dried tears, and her hands shook as she fumbled with the gate. The place was quiet. No car in the driveway. No music or voices from inside. She sighed, thinking her father had probably gone out and, as usual, forgotten to lock the door.“Typical,” she muttered under her breath.She pushed the door open and stepped in. The living room was empty, the air faintly smelling of old furniture and lemon polish. She dropped her bag on the couch and leaned against the wall, letting her head fall back. Alone at last.Her bathroom tap had been clogged for days, and she was too exhausted to argue with the plumber again. So she grabbed a towel and decid