The house felt unusually quiet after Nash left. It wasn’t just the absence of his footsteps echoing through the hallway or the missing sound of his deep voice calling for something from the kitchen. It was something else—an unfamiliar stillness that wrapped itself around Liana like a soft fog.
She stood near the glass window of the drawing room, holding the curtain edge between her fingers. The sky was bluer than usual, wide and open like a canvas freshly painted. She should have felt lonely with Nash gone, but instead, her heart felt light. Maybe it was because things were slowly beginning to feel… normal. Whatever that meant now. Suddenly, the shrill ring of the old landline phone sliced through the silence. “Miss Liana!” The maid’s voice echoed from the hallway. “It’s a call from the Master’s little sister.” Liana’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. Mia? Her heels tapped lightly on the wooden floor as she walked out of the room. Her hand brushed a lock of hair behind her ear as she reached for the phone mounted on the wall in the hallway. “Hello?” she spoke softly, a little unsure. “Hey! Liana?” came the familiar chirpy voice from the other end. Liana’s eyes lit up. “Mia! Oh my god… it’s so nice to hear your voice.” Mia giggled. “You sound so proper, Liana. It’s just me!” “I know, I just… I wasn’t expecting your call. Thank you for calling me,” Liana replied sincerely. “I really appreciate it. How are you? How’s your health these days?” “I’m all good! College is boring, and I’m totally sick of Mom trying to fix me up with some guy from her kitty party circle,” Mia groaned. “Anyway, more importantly—how are you?” Liana leaned her back against the wall, twirling the phone cord between her fingers. “I’m doing well,” she said softly. “Really. Nash is… taking care of me.” There was a small pause from Mia’s side, but when she spoke again, her voice was filled with genuine relief. “I’m so happy to hear that. Really. I was worried about you after everything…” Liana smiled faintly. “You’re very kind, Mia. Even back at your house… you were one of the only people who treated me like a person.” “I wish I’d done more,” Mia mumbled. “Mom can be… intense. You know how she is.” “I do,” Liana replied quietly. “But that’s all in the past. What matters is now.” Mia perked up. “By the way, is my dear brother home today?” Liana chuckled. “No, he just left for a business trip. One day, one night. He’ll be back tomorrow evening.” Mia squealed. “Yes! So you’re free today, right?” Liana laughed again, already sensing something behind that excitement. “Why? What are you planning?” “I was thinking… I wanted to go shopping, but ugh—there’s no one to go with me,” Mia groaned dramatically. “Would you come with me? Pretty please? I’ll drive! And I’ll treat you to bubble tea! Or sushi! Whatever you want!” Liana’s smile widened. The idea of going out felt refreshing. “That actually sounds like fun.” “YES!” Mia cheered. “Okay, okay—I’m coming to pick you up right now. Don’t you dare change your mind!” “I won’t,” Liana laughed. “I’ll get ready.” She hung up, still smiling to herself as she turned. It had been so long since she had gone out in daylight, so long since she had felt something as simple as excitement for a small day out. The maid helped her pick out a dress—a soft peach-colored summer dress that hugged her just right. It flowed gently as she walked and made her skin look even more radiant under the sun. Her makeup was light, only a touch of gloss and some warm blush. By the time she was adjusting her earrings in front of the hallway mirror, she heard the honk of a car outside. “She’s here, Miss,” the maid said with a grin, holding the door open. Liana stepped out onto the porch, blinking a little as the sunlight kissed her face. After so many days indoors, it felt surreal—too warm, too golden, too perfect. She paused, breathing it in. Her skin glowed like glass under the light, her eyes reflecting the bright blue of the sky. Mia leaned against her sleek silver car, sunglasses perched on her head, waving at her excitedly. “Hey hey! Miss Sunshine is out in the wild!” Mia teased, her voice loud and playful. Liana laughed as she walked down the steps and opened the passenger side door. The girls shared a quick, warm hug—the kind of greeting that only girls who haven’t seen each other in weeks can do. Mia held her a moment longer, pulling back just slightly to study her. “Damn, girl. My brother is really taking care of you. You’re glowing. You smell like vanilla dreams. And that dress?” She gave a dramatic gasp. “Charismatic much?” Liana blushed, laughing shyly. “Stop it.” “No seriously, you look so pretty. I feel underdressed standing next to you.” “You look amazing too,” Liana replied honestly. “It’s really nice to see you again, Mia. We haven’t met since… everything happened. After I got sick and came here.” Mia’s smile faltered slightly. Her eyes dropped for a second. “Yeah… I know. I wanted to come see you sooner, but I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see me after how Mom and Nash treated you back then.” Liana touched her arm gently. “Hey… don’t be sad about the past. What’s important is we’re here now, right? So start the engine already! I’m excited to buy a lot of things. And eat a lot. And maybe even get lost in the city with you.” Mia looked at her with wide eyes, her heart softening at how effortlessly kind Liana still was. “How do you do that?” she whispered. “Do what?” “Be so… forgiving. So warm. Even after everything.”He laughed harder this time. “Don’t worry. I’m not taking you there.”“I—I didn’t even know these places existed!”He grinned. “You’re adorable.”She kept staring outside, then blinked rapidly. “Wait… are those men?”“Yes.”“But… they look…”She squinted. Her brows furrowed.“Their… um…”Nash raised a brow. “Their what?”“Their dicks,” she whispered, blushing furiously. “They look so small. Are you sure they’re men?”Nash nearly swerved off the road.He clutched the wheel, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. “Oh my—Liana!”“I mean,” she mumbled, covering her face. “I’ve only seen yours… and compared to that… those just look…”“Like peanuts?” Nash choked out between laughter.“I didn’t say that!”“You thought it!”Liana laughed too, finally letting her head drop against the seat.It was the kind of laughter that shook her chest, that made her stomach ache. The kind of laughter she hadn’t felt in years.She looked at Nash, still laughing with tears in his eyes, and her heart swelled.
The car still smelled like sin.Heavy, intimate, raw. The kind of scent that lingered long after the chaos was over — a heady blend of Liana’s sweet, aroused scent, Nash’s thick release, and the light sheen of sweat that coated both their bodies. The air was thick with it, every breath reminding Liana of the wild way he’d taken her just minutes ago.And her body wasn’t done with him.She sat curled against the seat, her thighs still trembling slightly, her lips swollen from his kisses, her pants clinging to her skin — sticky and damp. Her blouse clung to her chest in places it shouldn’t, and the ache between her legs hadn’t dulled. Not even close.Nash drove in silence, one hand gripping the wheel, the other resting lazily on the console, fingers occasionally tapping in rhythm — calm, like he hadn’t just devoured her in a public car.But his knuckles were still red from holding her hips too tightly.Liana shifted in her seat, thighs rubbing together in subtle friction, trying to calm
Every step made her more aware of it.Of how the fabric brushed against her bare skin.Of how exposed she felt — even if fully dressed.She walked down the stairs carefully, heart in her throat. Nash was already waiting in the living room, leaning against the edge of the couch, arms crossed, wearing black slacks and a fitted shirt that hugged his chest and sleeves perfectly.His eyes swept over her the second she appeared.Slow. Possessive.“You listened,” he said, voice laced with heat.Liana swallowed. “You said it like I didn’t have a choice.”“You didn’t.”Before she could respond, he was already opening the front door.⸻The ride was quiet at first.They were in Nash’s matte black Aston Martin. The windows were tinted, the leather interior cool beneath their touch. The city passed by outside in a blur — glass buildings, shifting sunlight, and the faint hum of early traffic.Nash drove with one hand on the wheel. The other?On her thigh.At first, it was innocent. A light touch. H
Nash didn’t answer.He hung up slowly and set the phone on the table. His breakfast sat untouched now, the coffee growing cold.Liana watched him in silence. He didn’t move.She stood quietly, walked around the table, and sat beside him instead of across. Her hand reached up and touched his shoulder lightly.“You okay?” she asked softly.He didn’t answer.Liana leaned in, pressing herself to his side, arms wrapping around him.He turned slightly, allowing her to hug him. Her cheek pressed into his upper arm.“You don’t have to say anything,” she whispered. “I just… don’t like seeing you like this.”Nash turned his face to her — slowly — his eyes shadowed, something sharp and conflicted in them. But the moment their gazes locked, the mood shifted.Suddenly, she was too close.His breathing deepened.And under the table, she felt it — his body responding to her proximity.Hard.Fast.His arousal pressed against the fabric of his pants, unmistakable.Her cheeks flushed.“N-Nash—”Before
Still in the black shirt he had left in, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the collar slightly open like he had just returned and hadn’t even paused to change. His hair was tousled, his jaw shadowed with faint stubble, and his eyes… those dark eyes were filled with something soft and deep as they looked down at her.“You’re home,” she whispered, voice hoarse with sleep.His thumb brushed her cheek again, like he hadn’t stopped since she opened her eyes.“You look so innocent and beautiful while you’re sleeping,” Nash said, voice low.Liana’s heart skipped a beat. A blush climbed onto her cheeks before she could even respond. The way he was looking at her — like she was some fragile, rare thing that he was afraid to break — it did something strange to her.He leaned a little closer. “You know I was worried about you. That maybe you wouldn’t be okay alone.”Her lips parted slightly, caught between smiling and teasing. “Why wouldn’t I be? Am I a baby to you?”A slow smirk tugged at Nash’s
Liana smiled. “Because if I keep holding onto bitterness, I’ll never be free. And today, I want to feel free.” Mia blinked back a strange tightness in her chest, quickly turning to face the steering wheel. “Okay then. Hold tight. We’ve got a lot of places to hit.” With a small laugh, she revved the engine and sped out of the driveway. The tires whispered against the warm road as the sun blazed above them. Wind tangled their hair as the car rushed through the outskirts of the city, where traffic was light and flowers bloomed at the edge of the sidewalks. They stopped at a boutique first, one that Mia swore had the “cutest bags in the world.” Liana admired a soft pastel blue sling bag and ended up getting it, along with a pair of sunglasses that Mia insisted made her look like a “celebrity hiding from paparazzi.” Their laughter echoed through the store. It wasn’t loud, but it was pure—the kind that makes strangers turn to smile without realizing it. After that, they drove to a