LOGINShare
0054: BLUSHING AND BULL SHIT
Last Updated:
2025-12-14 21:43:24
Latest chapter
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0058: ZERO IMPULSE CONTROL
LUCA’S POVThe silence from my phone felt louder than any reply could have been. I just stared at the screen, watching it go dark, her words left burning in the gloom.“I’m in the blue guest room.”It wasn’t a text. It was a grenade with the pin already pulled. A simple statement of fact that changed the entire geography of the house, of this whole screwed-up situation. She wasn’t in her room with him. She was down the hall, alone, in that stiff little room that always smelled like old potpourri and regret.And she had told me.I sat on the edge of my bed and listened to the springs creak under my weight. My first instinct was pure, stupid impulse: to get up, to walk the twenty steps down the hall, to see if her door was unlocked.But that’s what got us here, wasn’t it? Impulse. Reacting without thinking. I had already played the jealous fool with Chloe, and look where that landed us. We were in a deeper, messier trench than before. I couldn’t do that to her again. Not tonight.Frankl
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0057: COMPLETELY OWNED
JUNE'S POVNow, I had nothing to feel guilty about. The cage door wasn’t just opening. I was realizing I’d never been the one locked in it. He was. In his lies, his secrets, his pathetic, repeating patterns.And I was free.The shower ran forever. Long enough for that icy clarity to harden into something permanent. I just stood at the kitchen window, watching the reflection of the empty plate, the chair. A crime scene of everyday life.The water shut off. Footsteps moved in our room. The thought felt ancient. It was his room. A museum I was tired of visiting.He came back down in sweats, his hair damp. “You sure you’re okay? You’re quiet.”I turned. “I’m sure.” I looked him over, not like a wife would do her husband, but like a coroner. “How was Chicago, really?”He shrugged, grabbing a bottle water from the fridge. “Like I said. Fine. Endless meetings with clients negotiating new terms and contracts. You know the drill.”“I do,” I said, calm as anything. “I know the drill very well,
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0056: GUILTY COLLAR
JUNE’S POVYou know that sound of your husband’s key in the door after a trip? It used to be a relief, like an anchor dropping back into place. That night, it was just a noise, a signal that the next act of a play I was too tired to perform was about to start.He came in smelling like stale airplane air and that cologne he has worn for years. He dropped his suitcase with a solid thud. “God, what a week,” he sighed, already shrugging out of his jacket. Before I could even muster a hello, he pulled me into one of his standard-issue hugs. It was firm and quick, his mind clearly still back in some boardroom.And that’s when I saw it. Over his shoulder, in the hall mirror. Stark against his white collar. A smudge. A rosy, pink, can’t-miss-it lipstick smudge.For a second, the world didn’t spin. It just snapped. Everything clicked into this sickening, high-definition focus.Karen.The name hit my gut like a fist. His secretary. My lovely twentieth-anniversary present. I could still see his
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0055: HIGH DRAMA
JUNE'S POV“Mom, are you listening?”Marlene’s voice snapped me back. She was looking at me, hopeful and bright. “Olivia’s mom says we can go to the lake house this weekend. Can I? Please?”I blinked. The lake house. A whole weekend. Space. Distance. My heart jumped before I could stop it, a small, embarrassing leap of hope.“I… I’ll have to talk to Sarah,” I said. “But maybe.”“Yes.” Marlene grabbed Olivia and did a quick victory spin. “It’s going to be epic. You should come, Adrian. Bring Luca.”The air tightened. Adrian shrugged. “Maybe. If we’re not doing anything else.”Luca stayed silent. He lifted his mug and held my gaze over the rim. Something sharp and electric passed between us in that second. Is this your way out? A weekend away?It felt like one. Like a rope thrown into rough water. Time to think. To breathe. To step back before everything collapsed.But when I really looked at him, past the careful stance and neutral expression, I saw the same exhaustion I felt sitting h
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0054: BLUSHING AND BULL SHIT
JUNE’S POVLuca crossed the kitchen to the coffee pot like nothing in the world had shifted overnight. An easy roll of his shoulders, that loose confidence he wore so well. His voice came out calm, almost bored, like he was commenting on the weather.“Couldn’t sleep. My head was pounding like never before. Needed to clear it, so I went for a swim.”A swim. In the dark. Alone.The lie was so neat, so reasonable, delivered with such steady ease that my knees nearly gave out from the relief of it. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, a soft rush through my chest, like I had been holding my breath longer than I realized.Adrian didn’t hesitate. He nodded, already convinced. “You should’ve texted me. I would’ve joined you.”“Next time,” Luca said lightly.He poured his coffee and only then turned around, settling back against the counter. His eyes skimmed over me, polite, distant, as if he were seeing me for the first time. Or choosing to.“Good morning, Mrs. Wallace. You look lo
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0053: TOO OLD FOR THIS DRAMA
JUNE’S POVI woke up before dawn, in that thin gray hour when the house feels like it’s holding its breath.Luca was still asleep, warm and solid behind me, his arm a heavy weight around my waist. Like he belonged there. For one stupid second, I let myself pretend this was normal. Just how mornings went. You wake up tangled in someone who wants you, someone whose body fits yours like it always had.Then reality crept in. Quiet. Relentless.The house was too still. Too familiar. Franklin’s house. My house. Every faint creak in the walls felt like an accusation.I shifted carefully, trying not to wake him. His hand tightened anyway, his fingers flexing against my hip. Like his body knew I was pulling away before his mind caught up. He pressed his face into the back of my neck, breathing me in, a slow, sleep-heavy sigh. That almost broke me.“June?” His voice was rough with sleep. Soft. Not demanding.“I need a minute,” I whispered.He loosened his hold right away. No fight. No guilt. Ju
You may also like
The Day I Kissed An Older Man
Cher the Cherished999.4K viewsBeyond the Divorce
Third Blossom2.8M viewsHer Graceful War Song
Summer's Blaze909.8K viewsOne Night Stand With My Boss
BELLA1.2M viewsBURNING FOR DADDY
convenant450 viewsJersy Bad Boys
C.D. Gorri313 viewsUntil You
Nikora Clegg222 viewsA Man in Distress
MJG87 views
