Chapter Five: We might be getting caught.

Rosella's POV.

Leo stood in the living room, turning the silver cufflink over in his fingers. The morning light caught the polished metal, making it gleam innocently.

My heart slammed against my ribs as recognition hit me like a punch. It was Damien’s. One of the pair he always wore with his dress uniform. It must have slipped off during the frantic escape last night when I’d shoved them out the side door just as Leo’s car pulled in.

Before I could force a single word out, Leo spoke, his voice calm and casual. “Looks like Damien left this behind.” He held it up, examining it with mild curiosity rather than accusation. “Must have come off upstairs or something.”

I froze for half a second, then forced myself to stay calm, plastering on a relaxed smile. My mind raced through excuses. “Yeah, he did,” I said smoothly, stepping closer and taking the cufflink from his hand. Our fingers brushed.

“He came upstairs yesterday to talk about those security concerns around the estate. Remember the camera issue you mentioned last week? The glitch in the logs? He wanted to show me the new angles he was planning to install.”

Leo nodded slowly, his brow furrowing just a touch. Because Damien was his best friend and head of security, the explanation landed perfectly. It sounded natural—professional, even.

“Right. The cameras. I forgot he was handling that directly.” He paused, eyes drifting toward the staircase. “That’s strange, though. Damien usually hates bringing business upstairs. He’s always been so careful about keeping work and home separate.”

The small observation landed like a needle prick. Nothing accusatory. Just a tiny crack in the facade I’d built. My pulse thundered in my ears.

“Maybe he was in a hurry,” I offered lightly, slipping the cufflink into my pocket. “You know how he gets when he’s focused on a problem.” Leo accepted it with a soft hum, but I could see the wheels turning behind his eyes. He wasn’t suspicious yet.

He was just… noticing. And that was far more terrifying than outright confrontation.

He kissed my forehead before heading out again for a short errand. “I’ll call Damien later and get this back to him.” As the door closed behind him, I let out a shaky breath, leaning against the wall. I thought I had covered everything. The sheets, the freshener, the excuses. But one tiny piece of metal had nearly unraveled it all.

Later that afternoon, Leo returned home earlier than expected and casually called Damien.

“Hey man, you left a cufflink here. Come grab it whenever you’re free.” His tone was completely normal—friendly, brotherly. When Damien arrived thirty minutes later, still in his crisp black uniform, the tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.

I hovered nearby, pretending to arrange flowers on the side table while my body remembered every filthy thing those hands had done to me the night before.

Leo handed over the cufflink with a grin. “Rosella said you were upstairs checking the camera feeds. Good call on the new angles.” Damien met my eyes for a split second—long enough for a silent warning—before nodding smoothly.

“Yeah, boss. Those glitches have been bothering me. Wanted to run a few ideas by her while you were out. Hope that was okay.”

“Absolutely,” Leo said, clapping him on the shoulder. “You two are family. No need to be so formal.” Everything matched my story perfectly.

The immediate danger passed. Leo seemed satisfied, chatting with Damien about old times for a few minutes before his phone rang and he stepped into his study to take the call.

As soon as Leo was out of earshot, Damien pulled me aside into the hallway near the kitchen. His large hand wrapped around my wrist, not roughly, but firmly. For the first time since this affair began, he looked genuinely worried. Not the post-sex haze or the thrill of risk—this was deeper.

“We got lucky, Rosella,” he said in a low, urgent voice. “Too fucking lucky. That cufflink could have ended everything. Leo’s my best friend. I’ve known him since we were kids. I can’t lose that… not like this.” His eyes searched mine, a mix of guilt and lingering desire. “Maybe we need to slow down. Be smarter.”

His words hit me harder than expected. Damien had always been the steady one—hungry for me, yes, but loyal to Leo in his own twisted way. Seeing real conflict in him added a new layer of danger.

I nodded, but my body betrayed me, heat pooling between my legs at the memory of his thick cock stretching me alongside Adrian’s. “I know,” I whispered. “But last night… it was incredible.”

Before he could respond, my phone buzzed. A text from Adrian: *Miss that tight pussy already. Leo still out? I can sneak in through the back in 10. Want both of us again?* A reckless, flirty follow-up came right after: *Bet I can make you scream louder than Damien while Leo’s in the next room.*

Adrian was becoming dangerous in a different way. Where Damien wanted caution, Adrian chased the thrill like a drug. The conflict between them simmered when we managed a quick, hushed conversation later. Damien pulled Adrian aside too, warning him in clipped tones.

“You’re getting sloppy. One wrong move and we’re all fucked.” Adrian just smirked, eyes gleaming with dark excitement. “That’s the point. The risk makes her wetter.

You saw how she came when Leo almost walked in last night.” Their voices stayed low, but the tension crackled. I stood between them, heart racing, secretly thrilled by the power I held—and the instability it created.

That evening, Leo insisted on an informal dinner at home. Damien stayed at his post but joined us for drinks afterward, as he sometimes did.

Adrian had “left” earlier but lingered nearby under the pretense of helping with estate matters. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken layers. Leo sat at the head of the table, relaxed on the surface, but his gaze kept drifting.

Damien seemed unusually tense, jaw tight, avoiding my eyes too carefully. I was distracted, thighs pressing together under the table as residual soreness reminded me of the double penetration that had left me shaking. Adrian, seated across from me, looked amused by everything, a sly smile playing on his lips whenever Leo wasn’t watching.

Leo couldn’t explain it, but he sensed the shift. “Everything alright, Damien?” he asked once, passing the whiskey. “You seem a little off tonight.” Damien forced a laugh. “Just tired, man.

Long shifts.” Leo nodded, but his eyes lingered. He watched Adrian a beat longer than usual too. Nothing overt. Just instincts sharpening like a blade being honed.

Later that night, after Damien and Adrian had both left the premises, Leo and I climbed into bed. The fresh sheets smelled of lavender again—another careful cover-up.

He pulled me close, his hand resting on my hip. For a while, we lay in comfortable silence. Then, as he reached to turn off the lamp, Leo spoke casually. “You know what’s funny?”

I froze, every muscle locking up. My voice came out steady, but barely. “What?”

“Damien looked nervous today,” Leo said, voice thoughtful in the darkness. “Really nervous. I’ve known him for years. I can’t remember the last time I saw him that uncomfortable.” He chuckled softly, as if it were nothing important. “Probably just work stress. The security stuff has been a headache.”

He turned off the lamp. The room plunged into darkness. Leo’s breathing soon evened out into sleep, but I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, heart pounding.

The cufflink hadn’t created suspicion on its own. It had done something far worse. It had made Leo start paying attention. Noticing patterns. Watching his best friend—and me—more closely.

The trap wasn’t snapping shut yet. But the walls were closing in, and the thrill that once felt exhilarating now carried a sharper edge of real fear. Damien wanted to pull back. Adrian wanted to push harder. And Leo… Leo was beginning to look.

I slipped my hand between my legs under the covers, touching the lingering wetness there, and bit my lip to stay silent. The danger was no longer just fantasy. It was real. And God help me, part of me still craved it.