登入RACHEL Selena’s eyes were locked on mine like she could force the answer out of me by sheer will. Her hands were gripping the edge of the table so hard her knuckles had gone white. That panicked little tremor in her voice when she asked who still hung in the air between us.I didn’t answer right away. I just watched her. The way her chest rose and fell too fast under that loose sweater. The faint flush still clinging to her neck. God, she looked wrecked. And somehow still so fucking pretty it made my stomach tighten.“I’m not telling you,” I said finally, voice even. “I can’t.”Her face twisted. “What do you mean you can’t? Rachel, you just admitted you recorded everything. You can’t sit there and—”“I can,” I cut in, soft but firm. “And I will. Because the person who paid me already wired the money. A lot of money. More than I make in three years at that hospital. Enough that I don’t have to stay in this city another week if I don’t want to.”Selena stared at me like I’d slapped her
The iced Americano nearly slipped from my fingers. Rachel. Standing right there in the middle of this random cafeteria like some ghost I couldn’t shake.My stomach twisted so hard I thought I might actually be sick. The hangover still clung to me, fuzzy and heavy, but the panic cut through it sharp and fast. I took a stumbling step back, the chair behind me scraping loud against the pavement. A couple at the next table glanced over, but I barely registered them. All I could focus on was her face, the same face that had been between my legs while I fell apart like I had no control left.“No,” I whispered, voice cracking. My heart slammed against my ribs, loud and frantic. The world tilted for a second, the bright afternoon light stabbing at my eyes. “You can’t be here. This isn’t happening right now.”Rachel’s expression changed fast, surprise melting into something softer, gentler, but that familiar hungry look still flickered in her eyes. She set her mimosa down on the nearest emp
SELENA The ceiling fan spun lazily above me, blades cutting slow circles through the stale air of our bedroom. My bedroom. The one that used to feel like home before it became a museum of bad decisions. My head throbbed like someone was hammering nails into my skull from the inside. Slight drunkenness still clung to me, that fuzzy, heavy feeling where everything felt too loud and too quiet at the same time. My mouth tasted like regret and cheap tequila.I sat up slowly, the sheets pooling around my waist. The red dress from last night was gone. I was in one of Liam’s old t-shirts, the fabric soft and familiar in a way that made my stomach twist. How the hell had I ended up back here? Memories flickered in messy fragments; storming out barefoot, the bar, shot after shot burning down my throat, the angry text to that unknown number, then… Liam.Fuck.The sex hit me like a slap. The kind that leaves you sick with yourself. I remembered pushing him onto the couch, riding him like I
RACHEL Selena’s eyes were locked on mine like she could force the answer out of me by sheer will. Her hands were gripping the edge of the table so hard her knuckles had gone white. That panicked little tremor in her voice when she asked who still hung in the air between us.I didn’t answer right away. I just watched her. The way her chest rose and fell too fast under that loose sweater. The faint flush still clinging to her neck. God, she looked wrecked. And somehow still so fucking pretty it made my stomach tighten.“I’m not telling you,” I said finally, voice even. “I can’t.”Her face twisted. “What do you mean you can’t? Rachel, you just admitted you recorded everything. You can’t sit there and—”“I can,” I cut in, soft but firm. “And I will. Because the person who paid me already wired the money. A lot of money. More than I make in three years at that hospital. Enough that I don’t have to stay in this city another week if I don’t want to.”Selena stared at me like I’d slapped her
KAELThe study smelled of aged oak and the sharp bite of Cabernet. I sat behind the heavy desk, crystal glass in hand, the deep red liquid catching the low lamplight like fresh blood. One sip. Slow. Controlled. The wine burned clean down my throat, but it did nothing to dull the echo of her voice from last night.“Don’t touch me, Kael!”Selena’s broken scream still rang in my ears. The way she’d shoved me away in that room, tears streaming, body trembling with everything she refused to name. She’d asked for a divorce. Again. Then she’d run. Barefoot, in the dress I’d chosen, disappearing into the night like I was the monster chasing her, like she could outrun what we had become.I took another measured sip. Calm. Always calm. Even when the rage sat like a live wire under my skin.My son had done this. Liam. The boy I’d raised to be sharp, decisive, worthy of the Carter name. Instead, he’d been stupid enough to keep fucking his ex while married. Stupid enough to get Mia pregnant. S
She pushed me back onto the couch with surprising force for someone as wasted as she was, her hands shoving at my chest until I landed hard against the cushions. The room spun a little from how fast it happened, but Selena didn’t give me a second to catch my breath. She climbed on top of me like a woman possessed, her short dress hiking all the way up her thighs, bunching around her hips. No panties. Just the slick, scorching heat of her bare pussy grinding down against my already hard cock, the fabric of my open pants barely in the way anymore.“Selena… wait—” I started, my hands instinctively gripping her hips to steady her. She was extremely drunk. I could smell the tequila and whatever fruity cocktails she’d been pounding all night on her breath, see the glassy, unfocused rage in her eyes, the way her movements were sloppy yet desperate.She shut me up with a bruising kiss, angry and messy, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth like she wanted to devour me and punish me at th
No, no, no ,no , what the hell is this about? What's he doing here? I couldn't take my eyes off him. Kael stood in the doorway. Huge,calm and confident as always. At 47, His eyes were dark as it raked over me, with a clenched jaw. "I'm not allowed to come in?" He asked, with his deep rough
"Just put the damn cock in me, Liam!." I mumbled in pain as I dipped two fingers into my wet pussy. While my husband fixed his tie for work. "Not now, Selena." He didn't even spare me a glance. Not now? God this is frustrating. Ever since we got married a month ago, we only fucked one time. I
My stomach dropped as I stared at the screen for what felt like forever. Kael: Wear something pretty tonight. My fingers tightened around my phone, the edges biting into my palm as if that could ground me back into sense. Tonight? Tonight?! We were in the same house. Same damn house. No.
Oh my God! "Cancelled." I muttered as I didn't move for a few seconds. My body refused to catch up with reality. And my brain was still trying to convince itself that what happened… actually happened. My fingers curled into the bedsheet slowly as I sat up, my breathing uneven. I glanced in p







