LOGINPunto de vista de FreyaLa mandíbula de Dylan se tensó.Miró a Ryder durante un largo momento —el tipo de mirada que quería ser un desafío pero no lograba comprometerse del todo. Lo que vio en el rostro de Ryder hizo que la pelea se drenara de él lentamente, como el aire saliendo de un neumático pinchado.Solo se quedó allí parado, con el pecho agitado, los ojos salvajes por una mezcla de rabia y algo roto. Miró a Ryder, luego a mí todavía sentada en la cama, con el edredón sujeto contra mi pecho como armadura.«Bien», escupió, con la voz quebrándose. «Me voy».Dio un paso hacia la puerta, luego se detuvo. Su mirada volvió a mí, oscura y venenosa.«Te arrepentirás de esto, Freya», dijo, bajo y amargo. «Verás lo que él es realmente».Luego se giró y salió furioso, cerrando la puerta con tanta fuerza que el marco tembló.Ahora solo estábamos nosotros.Yo y Ryder.El silencio se extendió —espeso, incómodo y asfixiante.Bajé la cabeza, de repente incapaz de mirarlo. Mi corazón todavía lat
~~~Lincoln~~~I decided to take Zoey to Celestine’s Spa — one of the most luxurious spas in all of Emeralda. The building was stunning from the outside: all glass, marble, and elegant gold accents, with a massive chandelier visible even from the entrance. It screamed money and class.Honestly, I still couldn’t believe Zoey actually agreed to this. I like her energy a lot. She’s so fierce and gives zero fucks about impressing me. That’s refreshing. If it was any other girl, she would’ve jumped at the chance to be my fake girlfriend for the clout and money. But Zoey? She was stubborn as hell. If I hadn’t begged and if we hadn’t met before, she probably would’ve told me to fuck off.“It’s pretty, right?” I asked, grinning as I watched her reaction.Zoey’s mouth fell open as she stared at the grand entrance. She nodded slowly. “Yeah… it is.”“Come on, let’s go.”She followed me inside. The interior was even more impressive — soft lighting, calming water features, expensive floral arrangem
~~~Zoey~~~I walked into the café just to grab a quick iced latte and a sandwich. I’d been running errands all morning and my stomach was screaming at me. The last thing I expected was some crazy shit to go down.Then I heard it.“Babe! Sweetheart! Come over here!”I froze mid-step. What the fuck? I turned around slowly and there was Lincoln — that annoying, rich rockstar dude — waving at me like I was his baby. My brain short-circuited for a second. Shocked? Yeah. Confused as hell? Absolutely. But lowkey… it kinda felt good hearing him call me babe like that in public. Still, what the actual fuck was going on?I noticed the girl sitting across from him, all dolled up, clearly on a date. Probably a blind date I guessed. I wasn’t stupid. So I played along for the moment, letting him drag me over and wrap his arm around my waist.When he introduced me as his girlfriend, I went with it and gave my name. The girl’s face dropped, and she stormed off like someone had slapped her. Good ridd
~~~Lincoln~~~“Nooo, Mom. Please, I don’t want to go on any more blind dates,” I whined dramatically as I trudged down the stairs, dragging my feet like a teenager.Ever since I returned from the Netherlands, mom had been hell-bent on finding me a wife. She arranged blind date after blind date, and I was exhausted. Every single girl was the same — blushing furiously, giggling at everything I said, and only interested in two things: my fame as a rockstar and the size of my bank account. None of them saw me. They didn’t care about my music, my dreams, or the kind of love I actually wanted.I wanted something real. Deep. The kind of love that hits you in the chest and changes your entire world. For a brief moment, I had thought maybe Freya… but now she was Ryder’s woman. My cousin’s woman. I wasn’t about to snatch her away. What I felt for her was just a fleeting attraction anyway. It had already faded. Still, I couldn’t help but regret telling her about Samantha. I wondered how things w
~~~Freya~~~If you had told me yesterday morning that Ryder and I would end up fucking each other like this after our fight, I'd say it's a lie with the shocking revelation i had.I had playfully told him I don't sleep with married men and here I am getting fucked by one.I'm not sure there's anything that can separate us. He might not admit it, but I know he loves me a lot. The way he cares for me and all already show it. The first day I met him, I never knew we'd end up being this close and won't be able to live without each other. Either way, I'm lucky to have him in my life. Also, he gives the best fuck. Jesus!He stood up, his eyes burning with raw hunger as he looked at my naked, flushed body. Without saying a word, he scooped me off the countertop, his strong arms lifting me effortlessly. He turned me around so I was facing the large bathroom mirror, my palms pressed flat against the cool marble surface. My heavy breasts hung down, nipples tight and aching, and my ass was pushe
~~~Freya~~~I had purposely ignored him last night, even though my heart melted the second I saw those beautiful red roses. I wasn’t really angry with him — not deep down. I was just hurt that he had kept Samantha a secret from me for so long, especially after the way he completely ignored her in front of me. Still, when he brought me flowers and apologized so sweetly, I couldn’t stay mad. I just wanted to throw a little tantrum. I knew he’d see right through it… and that he knew I’d eventually succumb.When he finally went to sleep, I couldn’t resist anymore. I quietly slipped out of my robe and crawled into bed with him. I just wanted to feel him. To cuddle against his warm, strong body. It had been a while. Honestly, I was still a little scared he might have another nightmare, but I was ready to brace myself. He needed to overcome this, and I wanted to be there for him.I must have drifted off deeply because the next thing I felt was something warm, soft lips brushing against the s







