LOGINDelia’s POVThe shopping bags were heavy in my hands by the time I reached the front door. I had stayed out longer than I meant to, walking the same three stores twice just to avoid coming back too early. The house still felt too quiet most evenings, like it was waiting for something neither of us had figured out how to give it yet.I pushed the door open with my shoulder and stopped when I saw roses.They were everywhere. On the entry table. Along the sideboard. A few stems left loose on the console, like someone had been in the middle of arranging them and decided it was already enough. The whole place smelled like them—deep, real, not the cheap kind that died by morning.Noah stood in the hallway in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He held a single long-stemmed rose in one hand.He didn’t say anything at first. He just stepped forward, took the bags from me one by one, and set them down. Then he helped me out of my coat, hanging it carefully, and held the rose out.“For you
~Katia~I found Gail in the estate's garden the next morning, sitting alone on one of the stone benches near the fountain, a mug of tea untouched on the seat beside her.She looked up when she heard me approaching, and something in her expression braced immediately, as though she had been expecting this conversation since the moment she walked away from that podium."You are angry with me," she said, before I had even sat down."I am not angry," I said, settling onto the bench beside her. "I am confused. And worried. That was not the plan, Gail. We had a real strategy, witnesses, and an explanation that did not require you to lie to the entire city about who you are.""I know," she said quietly."Then why," I said. "Why did you do it?"Gail turned to look at me fully, her eyes calm despite the exhaustion clearly written across her face."You are my best friend," she said. "My brother's wife. My godson's mother. I was not going to sit back and watch you walk into a press conference, pr
~Katia~Julian and I watched the press conference from our own living room, the television volume low, both of us leaning forward on the couch as Gail stepped up to the podium set up in the estate's front garden. I had my legs curled beneath me, a cup of tea going cold in my hands, unable to focus on anything except my sister-in-law's face filling the screen."I am Catwoman," she said, her voice calm despite the visible tension in her shoulders.The room on screen erupted into noise, reporters shouting over one another, and beside me Julian went rigid, his hand finding mine and gripping it tightly enough that I understood exactly how much this had blindsided him too.She had not told us. She had left the estate that morning claiming she needed air, and instead she had called a press conference herself, deciding, apparently alone, that the fastest way to end this was simply to give Tessa Sterling the confession she wanted, true or not.I did not know how to feel about it, watching her
Katia’s POVI woke up to Julian’s phone buzzing like crazy on the nightstand. It wouldn’t stop. Whatever it was, it wasn’t waiting for us to finish sleeping.He grabbed it without even opening his eyes properly. The second the screen lit up his face, his expression changed. Confusion first. Then something sharper.“What?” I asked, sitting up against the pillows.“Zane,” he said, already sitting up and scrolling. “You need to see this.”He turned the phone toward me.TESSA STERLING UNMASKS CATWOMAN. GAIL WINDSOR IDENTIFIED AS UNDERGROUND RACING PHENOM.I stared at the headline. My stomach dropped hard. It had nothing to do with the pregnancy and everything to do with the photo underneath it. A grainy still of Gail disappearing into the crowd right when the cars lined up at the start. Next to it, another photo of her showing up near the same spot minutes after the race ended, mid-conversation with someone just out of frame.“She thinks it’s Gail,” I said slowly.“She thinks it’s Gail,”
Katia’s POVI lay on my side facing him, the sheets still warm from everything we had already done downstairs and in the shower. My body felt heavy in the best way—used, satisfied, but nowhere near finished. The race still hummed under my skin. Winning always left me like this: restless, hungry, needing something only he could give me.I looked at him. Really looked.Julian’s hair was damp from the shower. A faint red mark from my nails sat on his shoulder. His eyes were half-lidded, lazy and dark, the way they got when the edge had been taken off but not completely.“I saw what you did there,” I said.He turned his head on the pillow. “Did where?”“The race. You could have won. But you made me win on purpose.”A slow, crooked smile pulled at his mouth. He didn’t deny it. Instead he shifted down the bed, settled between my legs, and pressed an open-mouthed kiss right over my cunt through the thin sheet. The heat of his breath made me twitch.He looked up at me, lips still close enough
Julian’s POVThe adrenaline still hadn’t left either of us.Katia was still in the leather jacket she’d raced in, cheeks flushed, eyes bright in that dangerous way that only came after she’d won something she wasn’t supposed to risk. We were on the couch. I had pulled her against me, careful of the small curve of her stomach, and she had laughed against my mouth like the laugh itself was a dare.“You’re still vibrating,” she said.“So are you.”She swung a leg over my lap and sat down hard, grinding against the front of my pants until I hissed. The jacket creaked when she shrugged it off. Underneath she still wore the black racing top, damp at the neck from heat and sweat. I dragged it up and over her head. Her bra followed. Her tits spilled into my hands, heavier already, nipples tight and dark.I sucked one into my mouth without asking. Katia’s head fell back. Her fingers dug into my hair and held me there while I licked and bit and sucked the other one just as hard. She was already
KatiaI woke up to the sound of people singing badly.“Happy birthday to you...” I blinked hard against the sunlight filtering through the curtains, my brain slow to reboot. The voices were getting louder, and for a second, I thought I was dreaming. A really weird, off-key dream.“Happy birthday, d
~Katia~I woke up to the sour taste of bile creeping up my throat, and my legs threw me out of bed before my brain could even catch up. The morning light seared into my eyes like punishment, and I stumbled across the cold floor, my feet slapping against the wood, straight into the bathroom. My knee
~Katia~"Do you know how hard I've been holding myself?" I didn't answer because all I wanted was to get laid. I could still feel the ache between my legs. He carried my bridal style and led me to his hotel room. "Now, I can fuck you however I want because you are now my wife, princess." The room
~Katia~“Get out!” my mom screamed, her voice tearing through the hallway like a bomb going off in a small room.The sound hit the walls and bounced back so violently, like the house itself was flinching. Even the air felt startled, buzzing with the kind of tension that makes your skin crawl. My he







