LOGINTeddy POV“Payton, is there something you want to tell me?” I asked, curious about the way she kept stealing glances at me, her cheeks faintly flushed.She looked at me and smiled softly. “Well, I would like to ask you a few questions—”Just then, my phone rang, cutting Payton off mid-sentence. I held up a finger with an apologetic smile. “Hold on one minute.”I blew her a quick kiss, and she returned it with a shy, playful smile. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I saw Eric’s name on the screen.“Hello?” I answered, still gazing at Payton with a grin.“Boss, I’ve brought your new clothes,” Eric said.“Where are you?” I asked, winking at her. Payton let out a soft laugh, covering her mouth.“I’m right outside the villa.”“Alright, I’ll be right there.”I hung up and slipped the phone back into my pocket. Payton tilted her head, still smiling.“Who was that?”“That was Eric—my most trusted guy. He brought some fresh clothes for me.”“Oh, really?” Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.“Yeah,
Grandma took a deep breath. "It's alright, Payton." She reached over and gently wiped the tears from my cheeks with her wrinkled fingers. "I understand your reasons."She paused, studying my face with the quiet wisdom only decades could bring. The morning light filtering through the kitchen window softened the lines around her eyes, but it couldn't hide the concern etched there."But that brings me to one important question," she said, her expression softening. "What do you truly feel for this man… Teddy?"I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly tight as I dry my tears properly. "I…" The word came out as a whisper. I met her eyes. "I think I'm in love with him."A small, knowing smile tugged at the corners of her lips."Really?" she asked gently. "Are you certain?""Why do you ask?" I countered, my pulse quickening.She sighed, a sound heavy with experience. "He knew you were married, didn't he?""Grandma, it wasn't like that," I said quickly. "I was the one who—"She lifted a hand, sile
Payton's POVI woke up the next morning feeling a flutter of excitement I hadn’t experienced in a long time. Knowing Teddy was here — under the same roof — made my heart race. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Yesterday had been something else entirely. The way he touched me, the way his thick cock felt in my mouth… I had really missed him. I couldn’t wait to see his face this morning.I quickly tidied up my room, brushed my teeth, took a refreshing shower, and slipped into a light, floral sundress that made me feel pretty and confident. Ready for the day, I headed downstairs. The house was still quiet, sunlight gently streaming through the windows. I glanced at the clock on the wall — it was already after six.Everyone must still be sleeping after that heavy rain last night, I thought.I walked into the kitchen for a glass of water, but as I drank, I heard faint voices and movement coming from the backyard. Curious, I set the glass down and quietly made my way outside.There they w
“What are you doing, smoking on my property?!” the old woman continued yelling, her voice surprisingly strong for her age.I immediately dropped the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under my shoe. “I’m so sorry, Grandma,” I said quickly, raising my hands in surrender.“Who are you calling Grandma?” she snapped, eyes narrowing.Just then, Peter came rushing over, gently but firmly holding her arm. “Ma, stop it. He’s a friend of Payton’s.”“A friend of Payton’s?” she repeated, still eyeing me suspiciously.“Yes, Ma.”“Oh… my bad. I’m sorry,” she said, though her tone remained sharp.“It’s okay. It was entirely my fault,” I replied, trying to sound as respectful as possible.“Yeah, well, you don’t smoke here. I don’t allow smoking on my property,” she added firmly.Just then, Bianca stepped outside, looking concerned as she walked toward us. “Is everything okay?” she asked.“Yes, dear,” Peter answered. “Ma, let’s all go sit in the backyard. He can introduce himself properly there.”
Teddy's POV“Oh Payton… you didn’t have to,” I said, genuinely surprised as she swallowed every drop, her throat working around me.“I wanted to,” she replied softly, cleaning her lips with the back of her hands. Those beautiful eyes staring up at me with so much emotion it stole my breath. My God, I love this woman. I wanted her to be mine forever. I wanted her to always look at me like this — with desire, trust, and that soft vulnerability that made my chest ache. I wanted to wake up beside her every morning, to build a life with her.I quickly pulled up my sweatpants, then reached down and gently took her arms, helping her rise to her feet. The moment she was standing, I pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. My tongue tangled with hers, tasting myself on her lips, but she didn’t pull away. When I finally broke the kiss, I rested my forehead against hers, breathing her in.“I love you, Payton,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “And I promise I’m going to do right by you.
“I know you want me,” Teddy murmured, his voice dark and confident. “That’s why you came to my door earlier.”“Oh Teddy, stop it,” I finally managed to break free from his hold, slipping out of his arms and walking quickly toward the bed. My legs felt shaky. I needed space — any space — before I completely lost control.I turned to face him, trying to sound casual. “The only reason I stopped by was to see if you were sleeping comfortably. I didn’t hear any movement, so I thought you were already asleep and left.”“You can see I couldn’t sleep,” he said, slowly walking closer to me again, that predatory grace in every step.“And why is that?” I asked, genuinely curious even though I already knew the answer.He stopped right in front of me, eyes locked on mine. “Because I’m so fucking hard for you.” He glanced down at the very obvious, thick bulge straining against the front of his sweatpants, then looked back up at me with raw hunger. “Look what you do to me, Payton.”Oh goodness… He w
That night, I was propped up in bed, shirtless, laptop balanced on my thighs, when Payton stepped out of the bathroom. Steam still clung to her skin; droplets trailed slowly down her arms and chest as she patted herself dry with a towel. I watched, mesmerized, as she reached for her night cream and
Months later, I was in my study, buried in paperwork with my morning coffee steaming beside me, when Payton slipped in. She looked flushed and radiant, a soft glow about her that made me smile despite myself.Ever since that rainy day incident, she’d come back to life—brighter, lighter. She hummed
We sat in silence in the tub, her back pressed against my chest, my left hand resting on her waist. Too many thoughts crashed through my mind. Why would Peyton train in the rain? Even if she was hurting, I was hurting more. I had to do everything to make sure she was okay—and she didn’t even seem t
I stepped out of the bedroom into the living room. The house was pitch dark except for the moonlight pouring through the glass windows, bright and silver, falling straight across the sofa where Payton lay curled up.I smiled softly and walked over, then crouched in front of her. My fingers brushed







