Nana’s POV
“I am happy Noah” I answered, a bitter taste in my mouth at my own words while I stylishly avoided his interrogating gaze. I felt a twinge of guilt creep up in me. I hated Noah feeling sorry for me, it made me feel pathetic.
“Does he make you cry?” Noah asked, a flash of anger in his eyes.
“Gosh Noah! Drop it! Simon and I are fine, he’s just busy with work and he makes me happy, and I love him!” My voice broke out, harsher than I intended.
Noah’s gaze softened. “Alright, I’m sorry for poking in your business.” His hands went up in the air.
My stomach knotted in the guilt that now flooded me. “Way to go Nana!... He was just concerned about you and you made him feel bad… way to go you idiot!” I thought silently.
“No no!... I’m sorry Noah… I know you mean well… but I promise Simon and I are happy together”
“Yeah I know! It’s okay… I’m sorry too” His large hands cupped my face, stroking it gently for a moment before letting go.
We sat there in silence sipping the bittersweet liquid, the air thick with unspoken words. I could feel Noah’s eyes still on me, like he was waiting for me to say something, anything.
But all I felt was this strange mix of guilt and… longing. It made me want to reach out to him, to hold onto that understanding, that comfort.
Before I could gather my thoughts, the silence was broken by the unmistakable sound of the doorbell ringing.
My heart jumped into my throat, and I looked up while Noah looked back, dread pooling in my stomach. Sonya rushed out to the door to open it.
It was Simon, his familiar frame standing at the doorway. My mouth went dry and I froze for a moment wondering if I should go to him.
He had a bored look on his face as he stepped inside. His gaze quickly fell on Noah and I as we sat drinking at the bar.
His indifferent look quickly turned into one of anger which his brows furrowed as he glared at Noah.
I stood up almost immediately, butterflies dancing in my stomach as I walked outside the counter towards him.
He watched silently as he took off his coat and dropped his briefcase with Sonya who then walked away leaving the three of us together a few distances away from each other.
“Hey Simon” Noah’s voice broke the awkward silence that filled the room.
“What are you doing in my house?” Simon asked, his voice doing very little to mask his irritation he had.
I knew he and Simon hardly got along but I used to try to make them both hang out with me however their enmity only got worse as they grew older.
“Hey! Don’t you miss your little brother?” Noah shot back, a fake smile planted on his face.
Simon’s gaze turned cold, jaw tightening as he looked at Noah with a mix of annoyance and something else… maybe contempt, I wasn’t too sure.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Simon’s voice was sharp, slicing through the tension in the room.
Noah chuckled lightly, leaning back against the bar with that same easy confidence that always seemed to irritate Simon.
“Aw come on, I missed my brother dearly and I couldn’t wait to see his face… and his wife too” he replied, a slight edge in his tone, his eyes glancing from Simon to me.
I could feel the weight of Simon’s anger and Noah’s defiance clashing between them, and standing in the middle made my skin prickle.
I swallowed hard fighting the urge to run away from the thick air of unspoken words that now choked me.
I reached out, lightly touching Simon’s arm. “Simon, it’s just a visit, we haven’t seen him in years. Let’s all have a drink and catch up, okay?”
Simon’s eyes flicked down to where my hand rested on his arm, and I could sense a storm brewing. “Catch up? With him?” His voice dropped low, almost a growl. “I’ve been working to keep the company afloat while he does whatever, and now he just strolls in like he owns the place.”
“Come on, Simon,” Noah interjected, his voice soft but taunting. “No need to make a scene. I’m just here for a family visit… unless you’re threatened by that?”
I shot Noah a warning look, but Simon was already stepping forward, squaring his shoulders. “You think you can just show up, throw a few jokes around, and everything’s fine?” His gaze shifted to me, disappointment flashing in his eyes. “And you’re encouraging him?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but my words faltered. I hated the growing tension between them, and yet… something about Noah’s calm confidence made me feel safe, while Simon’s resentment only added fuel to an already burning fire.
“Look,” I said finally, forcing a smile. “Can’t we just set everything aside for one night? I haven’t seen Noah in years, and I think we all deserve a little peace.” I tried to catch Simon’s eye, pleading silently for him to let it go, just this once.
Simon let out a sigh, but his eyes didn’t soften. “Fine. But don’t overstay your welcome, Noah.” He turned on his heel and started toward the stairs, muttering something under his breath that I couldn’t quite catch.
And just like that, the warmth of Noah’s presence seemed to vanish, leaving an icy chill in its place.
I looked at Noah, biting my lip. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, feeling that same tug of guilt twist in my chest.
He shook his head, offering a reassuring smile. “It’s not your fault, Nana. Some things never change.”
His eyes held mine for a beat too long, and I felt that forbidden flutter deep inside me, reminding me that I wasn’t just caught between two brothers, now I was caught between two worlds.
“Maybe you should go now and come back tomorrow, he might be in a better mood.” I suggested with a light pat on Noah’s shoulder.
“Whatever you say birdie!” he joked grabbing my hand and lifting it to his face to. A tingling sensation spread through my body.
Noah rubbed his face against my palm, his eyes shutting for a moment before he opened them again. A dangerous glow flickered in them, followed by a smirk that made my pulse race.
“My heart thumped excitedly again as I felt a heat rushing to my cheeks. I tried to pull my hand away with a weak attempt but I knew I didn’t want to.
My mouth went dry as he parted his lips to say something.
“I’m not going anywhere this time Nana” he spoke softly, his sultry voice vibrating inside my intimate parts. The warmth of his skin added to the heat stirring inside me.
I opened my mouth to say something, but the words failed me. Nothing in my mind made sense anymore; all my racing thoughts were drowned by his presence. I found myself mesmerized by his handsome face and those hauntingly beautiful eyes.
“Oh my- Nana! What the fuck are doing? He’s like a brother to you!” I cursed at myself silently trying to gather myself in front of him.
Noah chuckled at my flustered reaction and pressed a soft kiss to my hand before finally letting go
I stood there in silence, my eyes following him as he walked toward the door. After Noah left, I sank back onto the couch, my thoughts a chaotic mess.
Noah had always been cute and playful to me, but now that he was back, everything about him seemed…different. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me everything affected me in ways it shouldn’t.
Nana's POV My blood went cold with nervousness as I stood to go to our room. Every step up the stairs felt like I was carrying a weight far heavier than my body. My heart raced, and I forced myself to take deep breaths to calm the storm inside me.When I entered the room, I froze. The King-sized bed we shared sat empty, and I let out a quiet breath of relief when I heard the shower running. I wasn’t ready to face Simon yet—not like this. I didn’t even know what I could say if I did.I moved to the closet, hands trembling as I began to undress. The faint, familiar scent of Noah’s cologne lingered on my shirt, teasing my senses. Without thinking, I pressed the fabric to my nose, inhaling deeply, letting the memory of his presence wash over me.My stomach flipped with guilt. What the hell is wrong with me? I yanked the shirt away like it burned me, my cheeks heating at the thought of Simon catching me like this.After wrapping myself in a towel, I stepped out of the closet, only to stop
Nana's POV His lips moved to my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Each kiss, each touch, made me forget the tension that had consumed us earlier. My hands moved on their own, sliding over his broad shoulders, feeling the dampness of his skin and the heat that followed. I felt my inside aching for more as his hot breath continued to lit up more desires. Soon he his left fingers slid down my belly and two of them found their way inside my entrance while he bit my lower lip softly. “ah Simon…” I moaned uncontrollably, shutting my eyes off and let myself drown in the pleasure. Images of Noah flashed in my mind again, his hard body pressed against mine when we hugged, his piercing green eyes seeing through me effortlessly. I shot my eyes open, terrified of who came to my mind while my husband was on top of me, his fingers getting me wetter. I became breathless not sure if it was the pleasure building inside me or the anxiety that caught me off guard. I attempted to sha
Noah’s POV Nana… She looked even more beautiful than I remembered, like a dream I’d forgotten how to picture clearly. Her hair, her eyes, her lips—everything seemed to shimmer with a perfection that made my chest ache. It was as if the version of her I’d carried in my mind had been nothing more than a shadow compared to the reality sitting before me. Her amber eyes, usually so full of life, were dulled now, weighed down by something she wouldn’t share. Yet, even in her sadness, everything else about her seemed to glow, as if she was trying to outshine her own pain. My jaw tightened as I gripped the steering wheel, the tension in my knuckles betraying my calm façade. Something had happened between her and Simon. I didn’t need to ask; the exhaustion in her eyes told me everything. She could deny it a thousand times, but I wasn’t blind. She was holding herself together, but just barely. And here I was, struggling to keep my composure while she sat so close, her presence undoing m
Nana’s POV The night melted away far too quickly, the shrill sound of the alarm dragging me from restless dreams. I wriggled in bed, my eyes still closed, reaching out instinctively for Simon. My hand met only the cold, smooth fabric of the sheets. My stomach twisted, but I brushed the feeling aside. Simon had come to me last night, hadn’t he? Things were fine. They had to be fine. Shaking off the unease, I got ready for work, determined to find him at the office. There was a meeting today about the merger between his company and my parents’. I’d planned to use it as an excuse to go with him and also spend some time with him, but when I arrived, his absence only tightened the knot in my stomach. “Where is Simon?” I asked Grace, his secretary. Her hesitation was impossible to miss. “He didn’t say, ma’am.” I studied her for a moment, noting how carefully she avoided my gaze. It set my nerves
I slipped into his car, the black leather seats cool against my skin, the faint scent of cedar and cologne enveloping me as we sped off. I tried to focus on the road ahead, but my gaze betrayed me, drifting towards him more times than I’d like to admit.His eyes were fixed on the road, sharp and focused, while his large, veiny hands gripped the steering wheel with a quiet intensity. For a split second, an image of those hands gripping my neck instead flashed through my mind, sending an uninvited throb straight between my thighs.“No, no, no,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head to dispel the thought. I forced my eyes back to the road, willing the heat pooling inside me to fade. But it didn’t.Curiosity got the better of me, and I stole another glance, pretending to be interested in something on his side of the road. My eyes lingered on the sharp angle of his jaw, trailing down his broad chest, and finally landing on the unmistakable bulge in his groin. It was impossible to m
Noah’s POVThe meeting passed in a blur, but my problem wasn’t keeping track of the details—it was keeping my eyes off her. Every glance in her direction was a test of my self-control. It took everything in me not to grab Nana, pull her into a room, and fuck every ounce of sadness Simon had caused out of her. I couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop imagining what it’d feel like to have Nana pinned against the nearest wall, her breathless gasps filling the space between us. The way her blouse hugged her tits, her nipples poking out a little, teasing just enough to make me clench my fists under the table—God, it drove me insane. Her clothes clung to her in all the right ways, outlining curves that could drive a saint to sin.Her delicate collarbone peeked out from beneath her neckline, and all I could think about was trailing my lips across it, down further until I tasted every inch of her skin and the way her lips parted slightly as she was concentrated? It was criminal.Her brown ha
Her grip on my arm tightened as she laughed softly, her confidence flickering like a flame. “The kind that makes you forget everything else,” she whispered, her lips dangerously close to mine.But forgetting wasn’t an option—not with Nana’s face still burned into my mind. I eventually gave in to Maddy’s requests but even as I entertained her games, and the image of amber eyes and a bright smile haunted me.Many hours later, Maddy and I stood at the edge of the rooftop balcony, letting the cool breeze crash against our faces. Behind us, the muffled sounds of laughter and music carried on, but I wasn’t paying attention. My eyes were glued to the city lights sprawling beneath us, but my mind, as always, drifted back to her.I couldn’t stop myself, not now, not ever. Every part of me ached for her, yet I was stuck watching her waste her life with Simon. The thought alone made my blood boil.“So, big guy…” Maddy’s raspy voice pulled me from my thoughts. She swirled the blue liquid in her
Nana’s POV What did I do wrong this time? The thought clawed at me, relentless and unrestrained. My nails dug into my palms as I sat before my monitor, stacks of contracts waiting for my signature, documents piling up. Yet, I could barely breathe. Simon was angry at me again. I didn’t even know why. After the meeting, I had tried to talk to him, but he’d barely spared me more than a curt response. Cold. Distant. Detached. He didn’t even try to hide his displeasure. Every minute in the car with him had been more suffocating than the last, like I was trapped in a space shrinking around me. I wanted to lash out. I wanted to scream, to shake him and demand that he tell me what I had done this time. But I wasn’t ready to be completely shut out again—to endure more days of his silent treatment, his cruel indifference. We had made love last night. I had thought—for a fleeting moment—that things were finally getting better. That maybe, just maybe, he still wanted me. But the way
NOAH From where I stood, I could see everything. Nana beside him. Her posture too straight. Her eyes too shiny. Simon had his arm wrapped around her waist like he was anchoring her there. Like he knew I was watching. His other hand waved cheerfully at the parents gathered by the door, his mouth curved into that responsible-boy smile everyone loved so much. Then he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. I couldn’t hear what he said. But I didn’t need to. I saw her flinch. And then—he glanced over his shoulder. Right at me. Smirked. Cocky. Fucking triumphant. Because he knew I knew. He’d touched her. Marked her. Probably still dripping inside her while she stood there, pretending like she wasn’t crumbling. I clenched my jaw so hard I felt it crack. My hands fisted at my sides. But I didn’t move. Because I wasn’t going to lose my shit here—not in front of them. Not in front of the fucking family. No. I’d wait. Because I had something Simon didn’t know I kne
I stood, offered my hand, and she took it like she always did. The study was quiet when we entered, dim with just the hallway glow spilling in. I didn’t close the door all the way. On purpose. Let him listen. Let him watch. Let him hear what it sounds like when someone fucks what he can’t have. I spun her gently, pressed her against a desk, and let my hands roam up the back of her thighs, bunching the fabric until I found her bare skin. Still warm. Still wet. Still mine. Her breath hitched. “Simon—” “I don’t want to talk,” I said, voice low, fingers already slipping between her legs. “I want to remind you.” She whimpered. I didn’t take my time. I undid my pants with one hand, shoved them down enough to free my cock, and thrust into her with a force that made her cry out. My hand clamped over her mouth. My other gripped her hip. Her walls welcomed me like they always did—tight, wet, addicted. “You’re not allowed to let anyone touch you,” I growled into her ear. “Do y
SIMON – POV She twitched the moment my lips brushed her cheek. Soft. Gentle. The kind of kiss that husbands give their wives after long, peaceful nights. The kind of kiss that says I missed you—when really, I’d spent the night buried in someone else after leaving her aching for more that night. The next morning I had come back, ready to dangle what she craved in front of her. Love. Affection. To be fucked like the little sinner I wanted her to be. She blinked up at me, eyes unfocused, lips slightly parted. Guilt clung to her like perfume. I could smell it the moment she opened her mouth. “When did you get back?” she whispered. I smiled. Tilted my head just enough to look sincere. “Late. Didn’t want to wake you.” Lie. I’d stood in the doorway for several minutes watching her sleep. Not like a husband. Not like a lover. Like a man appraising a painting he already planned to rip in half. She looked softer that morning. Raw. Unstable. Her blouse had slipped off one should
I swallowed hard. “You know what I think?” he whispered, leaning in. “I think you’ve been aching since that night I left you on edge. I think you’re still waiting for me to finish what I started.” My knees buckled. He caught me by the waist, dragging me close against him. I could feel him already—hard. He was always quick to anger. And now I could see it all over his face. Not rage exactly… but something close. Possessive. Dangerous. “You don’t even try to hide it,” he muttered, lips ghosting over my jaw. “You’re still waiting for me, aren’t you?” Before I could speak—before I could lie—his hands fisted in the hem of my dress and yanked it up. I gasped as air hit my thighs. Then my panties were gone. Just—gone. Stripped down in one rough tug, hanging from his fingers like a trophy before he dropped them at our feet. “Fuck,” he hissed, dipping his hand between my thighs. “You’re soaked.” “Wait—” My breath hitched—his fingers slid through the mess between my legs, slow and
I froze. And then— “Didn’t know you were the snooping type,” a voice drawled low and amused behind me. I turned. Noah stood there, phone in one hand, brows raised. His eyes dragged over me like I was something sinful on display. “I wasn’t snooping,” I said too quickly. “You sure?” He stepped inside and shut the door behind him with a click that sounded final. “Because this doesn’t look like a bathroom.” His voice was honey and heat, and my heart slammed into my chest. “I just—wanted air. I wasn’t thinking.” “No,” he murmured, walking toward me slowly. “You were thinking. You just didn’t want to admit what you were thinking about.” I backed up slightly, only to feel the desk behind me. His eyes glittered. “You like walking into dangerous places, don’t you?” “Noah…” My voice was barely a whisper. He stopped a breath away, hand bracing on the desk beside my hip, boxing me in. “Tell me you didn’t walk in here because you were wondering if I was thinking about that
NANA The moment I spotted them—my parents—standing just past the arrival gates, a lump formed in my throat. My mother was waving eagerly, her other hand clutching the strap of her designer handbag. Beside her, my father stood tall and composed as always, dressed impeccably in a cream blazer and navy trousers, his salt-and-pepper hair neatly slicked back. The slight upward curve of his lips was subtle, but I caught it. “Mom!” I broke into a jog, slipping past a family and nearly tripping over a suitcase in my rush. Her arms wrapped around me before I could even breathe, and suddenly I was a little girl again—safe, grounded. She smelled like soft florals and warmth, and I didn’t realize how much I missed that scent until now. “My baby,” she whispered, kissing the side of my face several times. “You’ve lost weight—are you eating well?” I smiled through the lump in my throat. “Yes, Mom. I’m fine.” Simon approached us, giving my father a firm handshake before bowing slightly,
Noah – POV I didn’t look back. Not when I turned from the both of them, not when Nana’s scent still clung to my clothes, not when the ghost of her warmth burned into my palms like a brand. I walked out of that office slow and controlled, every step a calculated rebellion against the storm in my chest. If I even looked at her again, I would’ve fucking dragged her somewhere dark and made her say my name again with that voice—soft, desperate, guilty. I was getting close anyways. She didn’t even know what she was doing to me. And the text didn’t do justice to the way she looked gorgeous. She tried to act normal beside Simon, her sweet little lies stitched together with trembling hands. But I saw it. The twitch in her fingers. The way her body shifted, restless, haunted by the memory of mine pressed into hers. The way her needy gaze glued to me when I wasn’t looking. She couldn’t stop thinking about last night, and neither could I. The second her thighs wrapped around me on th
I woke up to a soft press of lips against my forehead. My eyes flew open. Simon. My heart slammed into my chest as I sat up too quickly, the sheets falling from my shoulders. “When—when did you get back?” I asked, breathless. He smiled gently, brushing a knuckle against my cheek like he hadn’t completely ruined me last night. “Just before dawn. I missed you too much.” The words should’ve melted me. They used to. But all I felt was the aftershock of last night—the phantom of Noah’s body against mine, the way I came on my fingers, whispering the wrong man’s name into my pillow. A wave of guilt crashed down hard and fast. I tucked my legs under the covers instinctively, suddenly too aware of the throbbing ache still faint between my thighs. Simon sat on the edge of the bed, brushing hair away from my face. “Looks like you had the time of your life last night,” he said, light and teasing. I froze. My breath hitched just slightly—just enough to betray me. “What do you m
I wanted Noah. Even if it was just to punish Simon. Even if it was just to feel something that wasn’t confusion or pain. Noah’s hands slipped beneath my shirt, large palms sliding over my waist, brushing under the curve of my breasts. His mouth was at my ear again, murmuring something unintelligible, but I didn’t hear it. My mind was blank. All I could think about was how his touch felt. How his body felt between my legs. How easy it would be to give in. Then I felt him reach for my waistband. He tugged slightly, just enough to make me panic. A bolt of fear shot through me, colliding with the lust and setting off something volatile. My hands flew to his chest, and I pushed—not hard, not rough, but enough. “Noah—stop,” I said, breathless, my voice a broken whisper. He froze, breathing heavily. Just like that, the air between us changed. His lips hovered above my skin, but he didn’t move. His hands tensed against my waist. I was panting. Dizzy. The heat hadn’t left—