LOGINWarningš: This book drips with heat and secrets. Itās bold, shameless, and unapologetic. Vows will be tested. Desire will betray. Step inside and let passion, temptation, and sin consume you. āHe doesn't make this pussy drip like this, does he?ā he strokes my folds and I bite my lip, staring at him, withholding my answers and moans. He halts and I almost jerk off the edge of the desk to meet his long, rough veiny fingers. āUse your words or you are not getting any.ā āNo.ā ~ Nadia Richards seemed to have the perfect luxurious life that every woman dreamed ofāa successful designer and married to one of the richest men in the world. On the outside, her marriage bore no cracks, but behind closed doors when the cameras were off, Nadia struggled with pleasing her husband who seemed to be drifting away from her. Her once-perfect marriage was now a shell and she was desperate to fix it. Her whole world crumbled when her husband insisted that he wanted to make their relationship open. To Nadia, that meant that she was slowly losing her grip on her marriage. When push came to shove, Nadia found herself at a club, entangled in a sizzling one night stand with a hot, mysterious stranger. What should have ended as the gravest mistake she had ever made turned around to haunt her like a nightmare when she found out that the man she slept with was Jordan Hayes, her husband's mysterious best friend who abhors secrets and mysteries of his own. Nadia soon decided to play her husband's game by getting into a mutually benefitting arrangement with his best friend, but could she really not catch feelings when sparks started flying?
View MoreJordanI stand at the entrance to the terrace and force myself not to pace. The night hums with laughter and soft music, but the noise fades into nothing. Iām not here for anyone else. Just her.I know sheāll comeābecause her eyes light up when I ask her to. Not with anger, not with hesitation but with something that looks a lot like excitement, though she tries to hide it every damn time.My fist tightened at the thought of Felix standing too close to her inside, his hand resting at the small of her back. He has every rightāheās her husband. That truth burns more than I care to admit. I shouldnāt be here, shouldnāt feel this way, not when heās my best friend. But watching him touch her, claim her in those small, familiar waysāit takes everything in me to stay still. To not cross the room and knock his teeth out for every time heās made her flinch, for every piece of her heās broken and tried to hide behind a smile.When the invitation arrived last week, I didnāt even blink. I cancel
NADIAThe night is too quiet. The kind that amplifies every thought Iām trying to drown out.I stand by the window, fingers curled around the curtain, staring at the car parked across the street.My chest tightens. I donāt need to see his face to know itās him. I just⦠know. The air shifts ā the same way it always does when heās close.My phone starts to ring, pulling me out of whatever spell Iāve slipped into.For a second, I freeze ā part of me hoping itās him, the other terrified it might be.When I see Lauraās name, relief and disappointment hit at the same time.āHey, sis. How are you?ā she says, her voice light, teasing.āYour timing is so off,ā I murmur, dragging myself away from the window.āWhatās wrong?āāHim.āāNo shit.āāLauraā¦āāItās high time you stopped this cat-and-mouse play, Nadia.āI let out a humourless laugh. āOkay, genius. What do you suggest I do? Divorce my husband?āāNo.ā She sighs ā that long, weighty exhale that tells me sheās already exhausted with me. āYo
JORDANI donāt know what I thought would happen after sending Nadia those flowers.Okay, maybe thatās a lie. I expected somethingāa reaction, a flicker of emotion, a spark. Maybe anger that Iād dared to cross her invisible line after all her warnings. Or maybe, just maybe, a flash of excitement. The lady at the shop swore the bouquet I picked was irresistibleāāA mix like this? Sheāll melt,ā sheād said, wrapping them with the kind of confidence that makes a man believe heās about to make things right.But itās been days, and thereās nothing. No call. No message. Not even a curt āthanks.āThe silence feels heavier than rejection. Itās as if sheās erased me completely, and that thought claws at me.At this point, Iād take anything. A text. A curse. A whisper that she still thinks about me.That she misses me. Even half as much as I miss her.I grip the steering wheel tighter and glance at the clock on my dash. 9:47 p.m. The world outside my windshield is a blur of streetlights and drizzl
NADIAI canāt sleep. I keep tossing, sheets tangled around my legs, body aching for something I havenāt had in too damn long. Itās pathetic how easily my mind drifts back to himāMystery Man. The only one who ever really knew how to touch me.Felix and I might as well be flatmates at this point. We move around each other like polite strangers sharing rent. Breakfasts are silent. Dinners donāt even happen anymore. He sleeps in his world. I sleep in mine.To his credit, heās tired. Heās said sorry more times than I can count. But every apology just bounces off the wall Iāve built. I canāt unhear the words that came out of his mouth that night. I canāt forget the tone.The whole thing was his goddamn idea. Then somewhere along the line, he decided to start calling the shots, like Iām some obedient pet waiting for his approval. If he wanted control, he shouldāve married a fucking doormat.He couldāve asked for my input. He couldāve at least listened. But noāFelix always has to play lord of
NADIAThe look on his face guts me. Shock. Hurt. It's a kind of disbelief that makes my stomach twist.For a second, I forget how to breathe. Regret rushes in before I can stop it, burning through every inch of me.I want to reach out, to take it back, to erase the words hanging between us like smo
JORDANThe moment I swing the door open, three-year-old Zara barrels into me, her tiny arms flinging around my waist.āUncle Jordan!āāHey, bug!ā I crouch down and let her bounce against me, her curls tickling my chin. āItās so good to see you.āāIs it? Because youāve been avoiding everyone.āI loo
NADIAāI still canāt believe you were caught having sex in an open space, sis. Youāre becoming wild, and I love it.āI bury my face in the magazine Iām pretending to read, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me.āKeep your voice down, Laura. We werenāt caught. He handled it before it escal
JORDANThe first thing I see when I step into the bar is Felix ā shoulders hunched, one hand wrapped around a half-empty glass of scotch like itās his last bit of control. The amber catches the light, flickers across his face, and for a second, he looks older. Tired in a way that has nothing to do












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