Lily Thompson
The next morning, I was woken up by Isabella as she was so excited about today, all because she was going to see Ryan. For the first time, I couldn’t share in her excitement She went back to her room to get prepared for school after waking me up, while I went to the kitchen to prepare us breakfast. I made a simple sandwich for both of us and set the coffee pot to brew because I like coffee. I made tea for Isabella and set everything on the dining table and also went to get prepared. I had a long day ahead of me. I took a shower and washed my hair and went out with my body and hair all wrapped in a towel. I dried up my body, put on some deodorant and applied lotion to my skin. After that, I blow-dried my hair and packed it up in a ponytail. I walked over to my wardrobe, looking through my clothes and debating on what to wear. I finally decided to go with a pair of ragged skinny jeans and an arm-length blouse with some low heels. I grabbed my phone and my resignation letter and stuffed them in my tote bag before I went to the dining room Isabella was already eating her breakfast heartily and I joined her. Within minutes, we were done and I washed up the plates. I helped her pack her school bag, and we headed out the door. I locked the front door and halted a taxi We got in, and I directed the man to her school. Isabella excitedly chattered about her plans for the day, I struggled to muster up the same enthusiasm. We arrived at her school and she jumped from the car “Mummy, don’t forget to come early today, I need to see Uncle Riri” she told me “Yes, my love. Don’t get into any trouble, I love you”, I said to her “I love you too” she shouted as she ran off into the school building After she was out of sight, I directed the driver to drop me at the restaurant I worked at or used to work since I was now resigning. When we arrived, I went down and paid him before walking into the building. Unlike other days, I wasn’t rushing to grab an apron or apologizing for being late, but I walked straight to the owner of the restaurant “Miss Wayne, you’re late. What are you even doing here? Get to the kitchen and put on your apron, we’ll be opening soon” he said and I just smiled I reached into my bag and handed my resignation letter to him. He stretched his hand and collected the envelope, tearing it up to reveal my handwritten letter. After taking time to read it, he looked up at me in disbelieve “You are resigning?” he asked “Yes sir. I am. I recently found a job and I want to pursue it fully” I told him “Very well then, Wayne. You were a great employee. I wish you all the best in your new job” he said, walked away I went to the kitchen to meet up with my colleagues and tell them goodbye. They were all emotional as they bid me goodbye and wished me well. I personally met the lady, Trisha, who gave me the flier for Denzol corporation and thanked her so much After I was done with the restaurant, I headed back home to prepare to move to the Denzol penthouse. I received an email from the CEO of Denzol corporation stating that I had been credited with my advance salary to the bank account details I had provided. He also sent the address of the penthouse and reminded me to move in today. I was so elated, I literally jumped on my couch after I read the email. I called my homeowner, and he came over in no time since he was staying very close to me. I paid him his rent for last year and told him about my plans to move out today. I started packing up everything I and Isabella needed; our clothes, kitchen items, rugs and other necessary items. It took more than three hours to pack up everything. I slumped onto my couch and dialed the number for relocation services and ordered a truck to come take everything to Denzol corporation. Within minutes, they arrived and started loading my stuff into the truck while I directed and watched them. They were very quick, everything was loaded an hour later. I looked at the empty house where I started my young life, the house where Isabella grew up and drops of tears rolled down my eyes They were tears of accomplishment and survival “Ma’am, we are done. Where are we taking your stuff to?” one of the men that came with the relocation service asked and his voice echoed I snapped out of my thoughts and wiped my eyes with the back of my hands “Uhmm, Denzol penthouse” I replied “Denzol penthouse? I’ve never heard of that place” he replied, looking confused What did he mean he had never heard of that place? “Denzol corporation’s penthouse” I repeated “Denzol doesn’t have a penthouse” he said, looking at me as though I were speaking gibberish. I looked at the address that the CEO sent to me and showed it to them “This is just a regular penthouse, it is not attached to Denzol corporation in any way”. he told me That is weird. I’ll ask the CEO about it later I didn’t want to engage in an argument with him, so I just told him to take my things to the address that I just showed him. He told me the price and I paid him off. I stopped a cab and followed right behind them on our way to the penthouse. I was excited that I would be living in a penthouse. I was so happy that I had some money in my account. Indeed, there was a certain joy that came with having money in your account even if you didn’t need it for anything. We arrived at the penthouse and I couldn’t help but look in awe at the magnificence of the building. The exterior was so beautiful and well adorned that I couldn’t help but wonder how the interior would look. We had some difficulties getting into the building as the security men wouldn’t let us in until they could verify my identity. I showed them my employment letter and the email I got from the CEO, but they still weren't convinced While I was trying to convince him, Ryan stepped out of the building, and I was reminded that I had to be here with him. Anger rose within me.Lily ThompsonI was going to lose my mind.My body hadn’t calmed down since yesterday. Not even close. That man,Ryan, was messing with my entire nervous system. My skin felt too tight. My throat dry. My core? Flooded like a damn faucet had burst open down there and wouldn’t stop.And now here I was, at nine-freaking-thirty in the morning, legs curled up in bed with my phone in one hand, scrolling through what could only be described as the horniest section of the internet: the sex toy section.The names alone were sending me into cardiac arrest. What in God’s name was a “ThrustMaster 3000”? And why did it have attachments that looked like they belonged in a sci-fi movie? Then there was the “Bunny Bender” complete with rotating beads, pulsing ears, and something labeled “triple intensity.” Triple intensity? I was struggling with just the single intensity of Ryan’s voice in my head.There were Clitoral suction, curved shaft, rabbit ears, quiet mode…That one got a hard stare.I wasn’t ju
Lily Thompson I woke up panting.My body was on fire.Every inch of me was tight, pulsing, aching for something I hadn’t even thought about in years.I pressed my thighs together and groaned softly. “Fuck”I blinked at the ceiling, chest heaving.What the hell was this?My sheets were a mess, tangled around my legs. My robe had slipped down one shoulder and my nipples were tight, pebble-hard against the cool air. Worse, so much worse, I was soaked.Down there.Soaked and throbbing and needy like I hadn’t been in six years.Six. Whole. Years.I hadn’t had sex since Isabella was born.And that had been fine. I was fine. My energy had gone into keeping Isabella safe and fed, working myself raw at three jobs just to scrape through. I hadn’t had the time or the luxury of being horny. Not once in all that time had I woken up like this—panting, aroused, craving something hard and deepUntil now.Until him.Until Ryan stepped back into my life and started ruining every shred of self-control I
Ryan EdwardsThe office emptied with the slow hush of after-hours, but my mind kept hammering one truth: a single half-believable excuse wasn’t enough. If Lily stayed suspicious, every glance, every question would slice a little deeper until the whole façade bled out in front of her.I needed something ordinary, something that looked like the real life of a mid-level employee who definitely didn’t own penthouses or private jets.That was why I’d rented the small apartment in the first place.Time to use it.I found Lily at her desk around six, packing her laptop. She didn’t glance up.“Hey.” I kept my tone light. “Small panic. Theo needs tomorrow’s payroll review sheets. I, uh, left the signed originals at my place.”She slid her gaze to me. “You can scan them in the morning.”“Finance needs them queued tonight. Audit window.” I held up my phone, screen lit with an exaggerated string of frantic messages from Theo (I’d drafted them to myself). “If I cab across town I’ll miss Isabella’s
Ryan EdwardsShe knows.I don’t have proof, but I’ve been in too many boardrooms and survived too many interrogations to ignore gut instinct. And mine was screaming at me now.Lily knows I’m hiding something.She didn’t say anything outright. She didn’t throw accusations or slam a door. That’s not her style. But the shift in her energy since yesterday afternoon was too sharp to ignore.She was fine in the morning—flustered, yes, adorably so after our accidental sleep-cuddle—but then she went quiet. Not just annoyed, quiet. Suspicious quiet. The kind of quiet that hums with unsaid questions and unspoken conclusions.She didn’t meet my eyes. Barely mumbled goodbye as she hopped out of the car. And at the office, she avoided me with precision.At first, I chalked it up to our… proximity. Maybe she was embarrassed. Maybe she was finally drawing a line. But when I got back to my desk that afternoon, I noticed the drawer was ajar.The leather case inside—the one holding the Lang & Peregrine
Lily Thompson The question nagged at me: How did he afford that?And more urgently… who exactly was Ryan Edwards now?That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about the watch. Even after tucking Isabella into bed and reading her favorite book for the third time, my mind kept circling the same drain.He said he worked under Theo. That he was just another corporate man trying to get by.But nothing about that watch said “just another man.”After cleaning up the kitchen, I found myself lingering in the hallway between our rooms, unsure if I should knock. Ask. Demand. Snoop.Instead, I went to my room and flopped into bed, dragging the covers up like a shield. But sleep wouldn’t come.So I opened my journal.And I remembered.College. Junior year.It was raining. Not the romantic kind of rain either. It was one of those sleety, sideways torrents that made your socks wet and your books soggy.I had waited for Ryan for over an hour. We had plans. Big ones. I was supposed to meet his parents.In
Lily Thompson I was trying to remember all the reasons I should hate him. All the pain he caused me. All the nights I stayed up wondering what I did wrong. But the memories felt slippery lately, blurred by his ridiculous smile and the way he made my–our daughter laugh like nothing else mattered.The toast popped up three minutes ago, but I still hadn’t moved.I sat at the dining table in my sleep-rumpled tee, staring at the butter knife poised above the plate, willing my pulse to slow down. It refused. Unfortunately, so did my imagination.Heat crawled through me every time my mind replayed the accidental “good-morning groping” that had happened in Ryan’s bed.I squeezed my eyes shut and felt the treacherous throb at the back of my throat.Stop thinking about him.Stop thinking about the way his stomach tightened under your fingers.Stop thinking about how hard—My thighs clenched involuntarily, and I bit out a curse beneath my breath.This was ridiculous. I was twenty three, not thir