MasukI don't move from where I’m standing. I remain where Nathaniel just left me and watch as the door to his study closes shut behind him, the clicking sound loud in the quiet penthouse. The next thing that follows is silence. A real, uncomfortable sentence that feels like it’s going to swallow me whole into an abyss. My gaze remains fixed on the closed door, my heart racing in my chest as I wait.But for what? What am I waiting for? For him to come back out? For him to say he didn't mean to leave like that?That’s not possible. And even as I still wait for something — for anything— to happen, it doesn’t. My lips are now tingling, and I lift my hand slowly to touch the spot, before rolling my lips in my mouth. I hadn't planned to kiss him at all. God. Why did I kiss him?At the thought, I squeeze my eyes shut.I had done that because he’d looked at me like he was letting me go in that moment, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. It was like he’d already decided I belonged somewh
The moment Elara’s lips are on mine, every single thing around me disappears. Starting from the distant noise from outside to the reminder of the texts, Adrian, the lie, the questions, the hurt all vanishes. None of it exists, and all I can now feel in my whole surrounding is her. I can feel the movement of her lips against mine, the strawberry scent of her perfume, and her hands gripping the side of my neck. I can also feel the way she’s trembling, the quiet desperation in the kiss, and the fact that she’s apologizing. Not with words, though. But with this.Before I realize what I’m doing, I respond to the kiss. One of my hands fly to her waist instinctively, and she lets out a small breath of relief against my lips as my other hand grips the back of my neck. She somehow relaxes into the kiss, like she’d been terrified I’d pull away immediately. I tilt her head slightly to deepen the kiss without even thinking, and she trembles again just as my own heartbeat pounds so hard it
Elara is watching me carefully now. Her eyes are so cautious, and I can tell she’s holding her breath, like she’s waiting for me to explode. However, I don’t. It’s not because I don’t want to, though. But rather, because I don’t think shouting would make this hurt any less. It won’t take away the pain, and neither would it take away the hurt. If anything, I would even regret shouting later, and that will add to the hurt. Right now, though, I just need to know the details no matter how much it would destroy me, just so I can know where I even stand in this woman’s life. So, I ask. “When?”She blinks, genuinely confused. “What?""When did he say it?""Right before I left,” she says. "So..." I nod once. “You got into the car." When she nods this time, I continue. “You drove home.”Her voice is breathless, tension sitting on her face as she responds, “yes.”"You walked through that door."She looks away and rolls her lips in her mouth. “Yes.""You looked me in the eye." My voice is
I drop my hand back beside me. “What happened, Elara?”She looks up and blinks. “What?""At the café,” I say. “What happened there?”"I already—""No,” I cut her off gently. “You've told me almost nothing."She lowers her head again, and I continue."I know you met him,” I say. “know you lied about it, and I know that he asked to see Theo." After a pause, I continue. “What I don't know is everything in between."Elara drops her hands and rubs her palms nervously, looking up to meet my gaze. Then, she begins to talk. "He asked if we could talk.""So you agreed,” I say. A small nod from her. “I wasn't going to at first."“Right,” I say. “But you eventually did.”“Yes.”I lift a brow. “Why?”"I thought..." She exhales shakily. “I thought maybe he wanted to apologise.""And?""He did,” she says immediately. I don’t say anything, so she continues. "He apologised for everything.""What does 'everything' mean?"She looks away briefly at first, then back at me again. “Our marriage. He apolog
The moment the question leaves my mouth, Elara’s eyes widen. In that same second, she freezes, her shoulders stiffening just as her lips part, then close again, panic flashing on her face before she hides it. So she knows. She knows exactly what I'm asking.When she says nothing but just stares at me, I repeat, “What is it between you and Adrian?" I watch as her throat moves when she swallows. Then, she shakes her head and says, “nothing.”I don’t say anything. I just nod, but it’s not because I believe her. I already expected her to lie again. So, I just repeat after her. “So, nothing.”She nods immediately, then shakes her head again, her eyes glinting with suppressed panic and fear like she’s trying so hard not to make it obvious. “Nothing.”I look at her for a long moment, studying her before eventually saying, “So, if it was nothing…” I let my words trail off. “If it was nothing, why did you lie to me?”Silence follows. I don’t even move from where I’m standing to make her
The drive home is quieter than the drive there.A lot quieter — obviously— given Theo isn’t here to make any noise. For the first ten minutes, I keep expecting my phone to ring. I expect it to buzz with a text too, or just do something, but it doesn’t. And the silence gives my thoughts too much room to wander, especially Theo’s reaction to being told he was going to meet his father. I have no idea why I was surprised by his excitement. I really shouldn’t have since this kid hasn’t seen his father in a while now, but I’d been, and it forced me to sit with the guilt of realizing I never for once thought of letting them both meet. Hell, I’d even refused in the first place. Doesn’t that make me a terrible mother? A selfish mother too? A small part of me says I’m really not — that I was just trying to protect him. But the other part — the reasonable one — says I was, and the excitement, the smile, and how he’d ran to meet Adrian was enough proof of that. So which of them is right?Th
A pin drop silence follows Father’s words. No one says anything. I just sit there, trying to understand what the hell he just dropped on me as the words replay in my mind again and again. “Meet Elias.” “Your mother’s Illegitimate child.” As if I’ve been snapped back to reality, my head whi
The room is quiet in a strange way that feels too intentional. Even the air feels still, like it’s waiting for something to break it. Or rather, someone. Whom? I have no idea. I’m lying on my back in Nathaniel’s room — that he brought me to after we returned though I didn’t protest — staring at
Have I ever mentioned that Elara would be the death of me? If I didn’t, well, she’s going to be. If I have, she still is going to be the death of me. She’s currently impaled on my cock, her pupils blown wide, her breath coming out of her in short, ragged gasps. But she still won’t let me take co
I may or may not have forgotten how to breathe. At first, I think Nathaniel is joking, but when I look at him — like, really look at him — I realize he’s not joking. And a proof of that is right in front of me. It’s in his eyes carrying a glint of challenge in them. And it’s in the way he says it







