LOGINChapter 3: Almost kiss ๐ซฆ๐ฆ๐ฆClaire fell asleep on the couch before the movie even reached halfway.It wasnโt unusual. She had worked a double shift, came home exhausted, and claimed she only needed twenty minutes of rest before we started the film. Twenty minutes turned into probably an hour.Rhys and I sat on the other end of the long couch, with a space between us.I reached for the remote and lowered the volume. โSheโs out.โโShe always does this,โ Rhys said, voice quiet so he wouldnโt wake her. โClaims sheโs wide awake, then disappears in under ten minutes.โโI should go.โHe glanced over. โYou donโt have to. Unless you want to.โI didnโt move. The truth was I didnโt want to leave yet. Rhys had a glass of water in his hand. I had the remains of a cup of tea gone cold on the coffee table. For a while we just watched the screen without really watching it. The silence stretched between us, then he spoke.โDo you ever think about how weird it is that weโve known each other this l
Chapter 2: Flirting ๐ซฆ ๐ฆ๐ฆClaire got stuck at work late three times that week.The first night I almost left when she texted that she would be another hour. Instead I stayed in the kitchen finishing the pasta we had planned to cook together, and Rhys came downstairs looking for leftovers. He stopped in the doorway when he saw me.โSheโs still not back?โโAnother hour, apparently. Landlord drama turned into office drama.โ I stirred the sauce. โThereโs enough for three if you want.โHe hesitated, then walked in. โYeah. Okay.โWe ate at the kitchen island instead of the table. The conversation started with Claireโs ongoing apartment issues, then drifted. He asked about my job. I asked about the renovation he was helping his parents with. He told me a story about Claire trying to DIY a bookshelf in college and nearly taking out a window. I laughed harder than the story strictly deserved. When our elbows brushed while reaching for the same towel, neither of us moved away for half a s
Chapter 1: Friendly moments ๐๐๐ฆ๐ฆI had been best friends with Claire since sophomore year of college, which meant I had known Rhys for almost as long.He was simply โClaireโs older brotherโ for most of that time. He was someone who appeared at holidays, helped move boxes when Claire changed apartments, and occasionally joined us for takeout if he happened to be around. I never thought about him much beyond that. He was tall, a little quiet, dry sense of humor, always seemed half-amused by whatever chaos Claire and I were in the middle of. And that was it.Not until this month.Claireโs lease was ending and her new place wouldnโt be ready for three weeks, so she was staying at her parentsโ house again. Which meant I was spending more time there too. And Rhys, who usually kept to his own apartment across town, had been coming by more often, helping their mom with some repairs, using the good coffee machine, existing in the background of our movie nights and late dinners.The first
Chapter 4: Getting filled again ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฆThe morning after what happened felt different.I was already in the kitchen making Sophieโs breakfast when Noah came downstairs. Neither of us spoke at first. And any second Sophie could walk in.โElena.โHis voice was low. It was still controlled, but not completely.โWe canโt do that again,โ I said before he could finish. The words came out steady even though my pulse wasnโt. โSophie. The job. Everything.โNoahโs jaw tightened. He nodded once. โYouโre right.โThat should have been the end of it.But it still felt like it wasnโt.The first day we managed to keep our distance. It started with polite conversation, not invading each other's personal space. The second night, after Sophie was asleep, I stayed in my room. He stayed in his office. And the silence felt like way too much. I went downstairs for water just after ten. Noah was in the kitchen again, his sleeves pushed up, staring at nothing. When he looked at me, the restraint in his eye
Chapter 3: Getting filled ๐๐๐๐ Sophie had been asleep for over an hour when the storm startedThe rain lashed against the windows. I had changed into sleeping clothes and was in the kitchen pouring a glass of water when Noah came downstairs. He looked tired in a way I hadnโt seen before. His hair was slightly messy, his sleeves pushed up.He opened a cabinet, pulled out a bottle of whiskey, and poured it into a glass.โLong day?โ I asked.โLong week.โ He glanced at me, then at the second glass still sitting on the shelf. โYou want one?โI should have said no. Instead I nodded.He poured a smaller amount for me and slid it across the counter.Our fingers brushed when I took it. Neither of us pulled away as quickly as we should have. We stood in the dim kitchen listening to the rain. The first sip burned. Then the second felt warm. โYou ever regret taking this job?โ he asked.โNo.โ I turned the glass in my hands. โDo you regret hiring me?โHis eyes lifted to mine. โNo.โโI told
Chapter 2: Almost touched๐๐I had gotten a routine in the mansion faster than I expected.The mornings started with early easy tasks. I was up before Sophie, showered and dressed by the time her soft footsteps walked quietly ร down the hallway. Noah was usually already gone by then. I made Sophie breakfast, packed her bag, and drove her to preschool with the radio playing quietly between us. She liked to narrate the entire ride, and I liked listening.In the afternoons things moved slower. I pick-up Sophie at three, get her snacks, then playtime in the garden if the weather was good until dinner. I learned Sophieโs moods quickly, the way she got quiet when she was tired, the way she lit up when she got to help stir something in the kitchen. By the end of the first week I knew her favorite cup, her least favorite socks, and the exact stuffed animal that had to sit on the bathroom counter during bath time.Noah came home most evenings around seven. He would drop his keys in the bo
Chapter 1: Sinful thoughtsI never meant to catch feelings for the guy my mom was about to marry. It just kind of happened to me. I had tried ignoring it till I couldnโt anymore.Mom had been with Marcus for a whole year, and two weeks ago he proposed during a weekend trip. She came home practicall
The exam table's paper crinkled under me as Dr. Marcus Reed's gloved hands slid my sundress higher, exposing my thighs to the air. The clinic was deserted, the lights were dimmed, the door locked with a deliberate click he'd made earlier. At twenty-four, I was his patient, vulnerable on his table;
God, I'd been nursing this massive crush on Professor Harlan for like, two full semesters straight. It was one of those deep, gnawing aches that just twisted me up inside whenever he'd launch into his Victorian lit rants. That voice of hisโฆdeep, all commanding and shit. It'd snake around me like so
"Collins..." I heard my stepdaughter Elena moan when I stepped into the house. Her voice was a sultry whisper that slithered straight to my throbbing cock."That's it, Collins. Fuck me harder..." She moaned again. My name dripped from her lips like honey, a desperate prayer laced with filthy need.







