เข้าสู่ระบบAllen POV (Explicit scene ahead)The moment I stepped into the house, I slammed the door so hard the walls vibrated. My blood was boiling. Seeing Ayla today had completely fucked with my head. She looked so damn good, that tight dress hugging every curve, her hips swaying with that confident stride, her full breasts straining against the fabric. It dragged me straight back to those nights when she used to ride me like a woman possessed. I could still feel it: her tight, wet pussy sliding up and down my cock, her tits bouncing heavily in my face as I squeezed and sucked them. The way she’d lean down, moaning “I love you, Allen” while grinding her clit against me, proving with every roll of her hips just how badly she needed me. She used to clench around me so perfectly, milking my dick until I filled her up. I enjoyed every moment I used Ayla. She gave herself like a fool, completely, desperately, thinking it was love when it was nothing but me playing
Evelyn POVI pushed Sophia's bedroom door open quietly and paused at the entrance for a second.She was rolling around on the bed like a teenager that had just gotten confessed to by her crush. One moment she buried her face into the pillow giggling, the next she kicked her legs into the air dramatically while grinning to herself.Honestly, if happiness had a physical form, it would probably look exactly like her right now.I slowly walked further into the room and sat at the edge of the bed silently."Evelyn," she squealed suddenly, sitting upright immediately. "You will not believe what I did."I only stared at her absentmindedly."I kissed him," she blurted out dramatically, placing both hands on her chest. "Oh my gosh, I actually kissed him."She fell back onto the bed again and screamed into the pillow before looking back at me with sparkling eyes."Like where did that courage eve
Charles POV"Well," Julian said, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice as he lifted his glass slightly, "speak of trouble."Damien and I turned at the same time.And there she was.Ayla.She had just walked into the bar. Her steps were uneven, each one slightly miscalculated, like the floor kept shifting beneath her without warning. She stopped once near the entrance, pressed a hand briefly against the wall, then pushed herself forward again. Her mascara had bled beneath both eyes. Her shoulders were drawn in, her chin tucked, her whole body arranged around something that clearly hurt.The playful girl who had danced in the storeroom earlier was gone. Whoever had walked in through that door had been wrung out and left to dry.The moment I saw her, I was already standing."I have to go," I muttered.Julian leaned back lazily against the couch and watched me with that grin of his.
Damien’s POV “You did what?” Julian’s voice rose sharply, disbelief written all over his face as he leaned forward like he was trying to pull the words back out of my mouth and rearrange them into something that made sense. “Come again. I don’t think I heard you properly.” I didn’t flinch. I didn’t soften it. “I told her we are getting a divorce.” For a moment, silence sat between us, then Charles leaned back, one leg crossing over the other, a slow smile forming on his face like he had just heard something mildly entertaining instead of something that should have shaken the room. “Finally,” he said, dragging the word out just enough to make it irritating. “Our lover boy is finally free from whatever spell he has been under.” Julian turned to him so fast I almost expected him to actually swing. “Charles, don’t let me punch you,” he snapped, his tone sharp with annoyance. “He just said he is getting a div
Ayla's POV "Ayla," he said, turning slightly, his tone suddenly casual, almost amused. "Long time." I couldn't move. "How did you end up in this city?" he continued, looking around the room like my presence was a minor inconvenience he was trying to make sense of. "And working in my company, of all places." His eyes finally landed on me, and something flickered in them, something closer to entertainment. "Did you run out of places to go?" The corner of his mouth lifted. "Or did you miss me that much?" Each word felt like a slap. "Look at you," he said softly, eyes dragging over me in a way that made my skin crawl. "You haven't changed at all, have you? Still showing up where you don't belong." He paused, something almost like appreciation crossing his face. "You do look better though. Prettier. It's almost a shame." Disgust rose in my throat. "Why did you deny me out there
Ayla’s POV“Ethan.”The name left my lips before I could stop it, before I could think, before I could protect myself from what seeing him was already doing to me. It felt like something had been pulled out of my chest and thrown right in front of me, raw and exposed. Every memory I had spent months trying to bury came rushing back at once, sharp and unforgiving, like they had been waiting for this exact moment to find me again.“Who is Ethan?” Charles asked, his voice cutting through the tension, but it sounded distant to me, like I was underwater and everything around me had slowed down except my heartbeat.Who is Ethan?I almost laughed.Even if the lights went out, even if the world turned completely dark, I would still know him. He wasn’t just someone I remembered. He was someone my body remembered. The way he stood. The way he looked at people. The slight tilt of his head when he was about to say something that
(Damien’s POV)“Finally, you’ve lost it. I’m serious this time — I need to book you into a psychiatric ward, because I cannot keep calling myself friends with a lunatic.There’s no other explanation for this level of strategic suicide.”Charles’ voice came at me before the door had even closed. He
Evelyn povI dressed up for work and took one of Damien’s cars, the one with mirror tint. I was meeting Sophia at a café near the estate.She was already waiting when I walked in. We hugged tight.“Look at you,” she teased. “Rolling up in Damien’s car like a mafia wife. Should I start calling you M
(Evelyn’s POV)The limo door opened, and the noise outside hit like a wave. Flashbulbs, voices, the hungry buzz of people waiting for a show.Damien stepped out first, tall and untouchable, and when his hand reached for me, I didn’t hesitate. I placed mine in his, smooth and steady, because that’s
Damien’s POVI woke up with a deep smile still resting on my face, my arms wrapped around the soft warmth beside me. For a few seconds I stayed like that, half lost in sleep, enjoying the quiet comfort of the morning. The early sunlight was slipping through the curtains, the soft glow spreading acr







