Nana’s POV
There he was sitting, a face I hadn’t seen in years with those smile I remembered as adorable but now stirred up something in me. “Noah? Is that you?” my worn out voice spilled out almost in a whisper. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He stood, looking taller than I remembered, the years filling him out in a way I hadn’t expected. I didn’t move as he approached, his eyes glinting with a quiet dare. “I’ve missed you, birdie,” he murmured, his deep, soothing voice grazing my ears as he stopped just inches away. “Don’t call me that!” I protested, playfully swatting his hard, firm chest. But he was real, standing right in front of me, close enough to touch. His laughter rang out, digging up a well of nostalgia inside me. It filled me, in a way I hadn’t realized I was missing. “Come here you little devil!” I spread my arms wide reaching for a hug. The scent of his cologne filled my nostrils as I buried my face in his chest. “Aww! Did you miss me?” He teased. “Of course not!” I shot back, a weak laughter following. Our bodies locked for a moment as we continued to hug. Noah’s body heat crept into mine as he held me tight, his long thick fingers scratching my hair playfully. A new sensation crept inside me as our bodies continue to press together, then I felt it, a throbbing inside me, the need for more than just a hug. My hair stood at the realization and I quickly tried to pull away but Noah only held me tighter. “No, no, no, what is happening to me? Nana get yourself together!” I mumbled silently. “Are you already tired of me?” Noah asked at my attempts to let go of him. My stomach twisted as I quickly thought of a lie. “No no… I just realized I’ve been outside all day and I probably stink!” I answered, steadying my voice as I raised my head to look at him. “You smell fine to me” He smirked, his gaze meeting mine. My stomach fluttered at the sight of his piercing green eyes. I tried to break free from his hug again and he finally let go. “Where is my brother?” He asked. At the mention of my husband, reality hit like a cold wave. The memory of our earlier argument flashed in my mind, making my heart sink. “Oh! Uh…he’s at work,” I stammered, plastering on a smile. Noah’s brow raised slightly, as though he wasn’t buying it. “Really? “Yeah” I forced an assuring smile. “Anyways when did you come back? I asked, trying to change the subject. “Today.” My eyes widened. “Today?” I headed over to the bar, eager to put some space between us, feeling him follow as I pulled out a bottle of my favorite wine. “Yeah!” “Oh my goodness, aren’t you tired?” I got behind the concrete counter and browsed through the cabinet for a drink before finally deciding to pick my favorite. “Want some?” I asked, waving the bottle. He nodded, eyes glinting with that familiar mischief. “Sonya!” I called out. “Bring us two glasses!” A minute later, she arrived, setting them down with a raised brow before disappearing. As I reached for the glasses, our fingers brushed, and a tiny spark shot through me, leaving me dizzy. This was wrong. So wrong. I shouldn’t feel like this, not with him, of all people. Simon’s face floated into my mind, but it didn’t stop the ache tugging at my chest. “So how was Las Vegas?” I asked, pouring his glass first and sliding it to him. A quiet but dangerous zap shot through my body as our fingers touched for a second or more. “Oh Lord!” I muttered silently. I felt a wave of disappointment crash within me. I was disappointed that I felt this way while my husband’s brother was around. “Maybe I just miss him” I muttered silently. Another ache spread through my chest as the thoughts of Simon crossed my mind again. “Well, Las Vegas was good,” Noah said, his husky voice snapping me back to the present. A slow smile spread across his lips. “Hot girls, fast cars…the usual.” I forced a small smile, taking a longer sip of wine than I needed. “Sounds like you had a blast.” I’d imagined my night going terribly after the argument with Simon, but Noah had surprised me. I was grateful, really. Grateful for this little escape. “I honestly didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” I admitted, glancing over at him. “You sounded like you were never coming back the day you left.” “Well, I wasn’t exactly planning to come back anytime soon.” “I see…” I held his gaze, curiosity sparking. “So what changed?” “Dad.” His fingers played across the rim of his glass. “He wants me here to take on some parts of the business, so…looks like my fun’s over for now.” His lips held a faint stain of red wine, and I couldn’t help but notice how it looked on him. “So…does this mean you’ll be around for a while?” I asked, my voice light, but I could feel a strange excitement rise in me. “Yes.” His eyes held mine, his fingers grazing his lips as he paused, like he was holding something back. There was something in his gaze, a glimmer that made my stomach flip, though I couldn’t name it. Noah took a sip of his wine, watching me closely before breaking the comfortable silence. “Nana,” he said softly, almost like he’s hesitant to break the moment. “Are you… okay? You look tired.” His gentle voice catching me off guard with his questions. “What do you mean Noah?” I forced a smile, my stomach wrapping tightly at his question. It felt like he could see my façade. “I’m fine!, Even better now that you’re here!” I continued forcing another weak laughter. But Noah didn’t let it go, his gaze remained firm. “It’s more than that,” he said, his brows knitting together in concern. “I can see it in your eyes, Nana. I hesitated, feeling exposed under his gaze, but tried to deflect with a smile. “You’re imagining things, Noah.” Noah leaned in just a bit, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “Don’t do that. Don’t pretend around me… Is it Simon” I felt my defenses cracking, my heart pounding. “I… it’s just… Simon’s been busy. Things aren’t easy, but I’m fine. I’m used to it.” But Noah didn’t buy it. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of frustration showing. “Used to it? You deserve more than just ‘getting used to it,’ Nana. You deserve to be happy. Really happy. Are you?”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 li
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
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—