interrupted night

The guilt settled heavily over me the moment we stepped inside the house. Mom was already back from the wedding, moving cheerfully around the kitchen as she arranged plates and leftovers. The sight of her smiling face made my chest tighten painfully.

“Welcome back, you two!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a warm hug.

“How was everything at the office? Did you enjoy spending time with Derek?”

“It was okay,” I muttered, forcing a smile.

My body was still tender — especially my ass.

Every shift of my legs reminded me of how Derek had taken me over his desk, against the window, and on his couch just hours earlier.

“He showed me a lot.”

Derek’s hand brushed my lower back as he walked past.

“Cassandra was very attentive,” he said, his voice smooth and deep.

“She’s a quick learner.”

Mom looked thrilled.

“That makes me so happy. I really want us to feel like a real family.”

Sophie arrived shortly after, bursting through the door with her overnight bag and dramatic energy.

“Cass, you’re a saint. My parents were screaming again. I had to get out.”

Mom welcomed her warmly, as always.

Derek, however, was visibly displeased. His jaw clenched when Sophie hugged me tightly and suggested we have a “proper girls’ night.”

I could feel his frustration radiating off him. Tonight was supposed to be his. Sophie had ruined his plans.

Dinner was uncomfortable.

I sat between Sophie and Mom while Derek sat directly opposite me. His eyes rarely left my face.

Under the table, his foot occasionally brushed mine …. subtle, possessive touches that made my pulse race. Sophie chatted nonstop about college, boys, and her latest situationship, completely unaware of the thick tension between Derek and me.

After dinner, we settled in the living room for a movie. Sophie and I shared the big couch, wrapped in a blanket. Mom sat in her favorite armchair, while Derek chose the seat closest to me.

In the dim lighting, his fingers found the side of my thigh again, tracing slow circles on my skin. Every touch sent electricity through me and fresh guilt crashing into my stomach.

Mom went to bed around 11 PM, kissing all of us goodnight. Once her bedroom door clicked shut upstairs, Sophie turned to me with sharp, curious eyes.

“Okay. No more dodging,” she said, lowering her voice.

“What the hell is going on with you, Cass? You’ve been acting so strange for weeks. You cancel plans, you’re always distracted. You've been ignoring my messages a bit often too. Did something happen?”

I swallowed hard.

I’m fine, Soph. Really.”

Sophie narrowed her eyes.

“Bullshit. We’ve been best friends since we were twelve. I know when you’re hiding something big.”

She shifted closer.

“Is it a guy? Because if it is, you can tell me. I won’t judge.”

My heart pounded. For a split second, I considered telling her everything. The words were right there on my tongue . ‘It was my stepfather’

“There’s… someone,” I admitted carefully.

“But it’s complicated. Really complicated.”

Sophie’s eyes widened with excitement.

“I knew it! Who is he? Is he older? Is that why you’re being so secretive?”

I nodded slowly, my throat dry.

“Much older. And it’s wrong, Soph. Like… really wrong. If anyone found out, it would destroy everything.”

Sophie grabbed my hand.

“Cass, you’re scaring me a little. Is he married? Is that the problem?”

I froze. The question hit too close. I pulled my hand away gently and forced a weak laugh.

“It’s not that simple. Let’s just say… he’s completely off-limits. Being with him makes me feel alive but also like the worst person in the world. Every time it happens, I swear it’ll be the last time. But I can’t stop.”

Sophie studied my face for a long moment.

“You really like him, don’t you?”

I looked down at my hands.

“I think I’m falling for him and that terrifies me.”

She sighed and pulled me into a hug.

“Whoever he is, just be careful, okay? I don’t want to see you get hurt. Or worse caught in some messy situation.”

We talked for nearly an hour more. Sophie shared more about her own problems, but she kept circling back to me, trying to dig for more details. I gave her vague answers, terrified that if I said too much, she might piece it together.

By 1:40 AM, we finally went upstairs to my room. Sophie changed into her pajamas and climbed into my bed. I lay beside her, staring at the ceiling in the dark. My phone vibrated under my pillow.

Derek-Come to the study.

Me- I can’t. Sophie is here.

Derek- I don’t care. I need to taste you tonight.

Me- Derek, please. Not tonight.

He didn’t reply.

I turned my phone off and tried to sleep, but my mind wouldn’t quiet. Sophie’s breathing eventually became slow and steady beside me. I lay awake, replaying everything; the office, Derek’s confessions, Mom’s trusting smile. The guilt was eating me alive.

Next minute, I found a hand grab me up to took me slowly out of the room. It was Derek.

He took me to his study and sat me down on his chair.

“You know you're making me fall for you everyday” he said, lustful desires filled in his eyes.

“I didn't mean to” I said and he hushed me real quick. He grabbed my face and kissed me.

He was about to kneel and suck my pussy when the door clicked open.

“What are you two doing here?”