Chapter 24- SHATTERED DOORS

Sophia checked the dashboard clock again. 8:02 p.m. Her jaw tightened until it hurt. She muttered Bella’s name like a curse, slammed the car into drive, and sped toward Ryan’s house. The streets blurred past. Every red light felt like an insult.

She pulled up hard in front of the two-story home, tires scraping the curb. The engine died with a growl. Sophia didn’t bother locking the car. She marched straight to the front door and shoved it open without knocking.

“Marcus!” she shouted, voice echoing through the hallway. “Marcus, where the hell are you?”

Footsteps thundered down the stairs. Ryan appeared at the bottom, hair messy, shirt half-buttoned like he’d thrown it on in a rush. His eyes widened when he saw her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, moving closer. “Is something happening? Who are you?”

Sophia stood in the middle of the living room, chest heaving. She pointed a finger at him. “Hold your wife properly, mister man. Do you even know how?”

Ryan stopped short. “Excuse me?” He blinked, confusion turning to disbelief. “What do you mean by that?”

Sophia ignored the question and yelled again. “Marcus!”

He cut her off, voice rising. “Young woman, if you raise your voice in my house again, I’ll call the cops on you. Why the hell are you shouting? Who are you? Who’s Marcus?”

A sharp, sarcastic laugh escaped Sophia’s lips. She stepped right up to him, close enough to smell his aftershave, and tapped his chest with two fingers. “I dare you to call the cops. Where’s your wife right now, huh?”

Ryan’s face hardened. “Young woman, who are you and what do you want with my wife?”

The anger in Sophia boiled over. She slapped him hard across the face. The sound cracked through the room.

Ryan didn’t hesitate. He slapped her back, just as hard. “Don’t you ever put your hands on me in my own house!”

Sophia stumbled a step but caught herself. Her cheek burned. For a second, neither of them moved. The air felt thick, charged with shock and fury.

Ryan rubbed his jaw, eyes narrowed. “You’ve got five seconds to explain yourself before I throw you out.”

Back In the gym.

I knelt there in the dim corner of the gym locker room, my knees pressed against the cool tile floor. Marcus stood above me, his back against the lockers, breathing rough. I wrapped my hand around him first, feeling the warmth, the way he twitched at my touch. “Bella,” he muttered, voice low and strained. I looked up at him, eyes locked, and took him into my mouth slowly. The taste was familiar now, salt and skin. I swirled my tongue around the head, sucking gently at first, then deeper.

Marcus groaned, his hand finding my hair. Not pushing, just holding. I bobbed my head, taking more of him each time, my lips tight. The wet sounds filled the small space. I used my hand on the part I couldn’t reach, stroking in rhythm. My other hand rested on his thigh, feeling the muscle tense under my fingers. He tasted good. Forbidden. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, moving faster. Spit trailed down my chin. I didn’t care.

“Fuck, just like that,” he whispered. His hips jerked a little. I hummed around him, the vibration making him curse again. I loved this part, the way he lost control. I pulled back for air, stroking him with my slick hand while I licked along the underside, tracing the vein there. Then I took him deep again, until he hit the back of my throat. I fought the gag, eyes watering, but kept going. Faster. Wetter. My free hand slipped between my own legs for a second, pressing against the ache there.

Marcus’s grip tightened in my hair. “Bella… I’m close.” I didn’t stop. I wanted him to finish like this. I sucked harder, tongue working nonstop. His breaths came in short gasps. Then his phone rang. It vibrated loudly on the bench nearby. He glanced at it but didn’t move. “Ignore it,” he said, voice thick with pleasure.

It was Sophia. I knew without looking. But I kept my mouth on him, sliding up and down, faster now. The phone stopped ringing, then started again. Marcus closed his eyes, lost in it. His thighs shook. I took him all the way, nose against his stomach for a moment, then pulled back to focus on the head, sucking and licking until he groaned loud and came. Hot pulses filled my mouth. I swallowed, not spilling a drop, and kept sucking gently until he softened.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood up, legs a little unsteady. Marcus pulled me close, kissing me messy and grateful. “You’re incredible,” he murmured against my lips.

My phone buzzed on the bench too. I glanced at the screen, Ryan’s name. I silenced it without answering. “They can wait,” I said, smiling at Marcus. We cleaned up quick, laughing softly like teenagers who almost got caught. We had no idea what was waiting back at the house. No clue the storm had already broken.

We left the gym ten minutes later, separate as usual. Marcus went out the side door. I took the front. The night air felt cooler now. I drove home humming, body still buzzing from what we’d done. Marcus probably felt the same, satisfied, careless. We texted each other quick emojis on the way. Nothing serious. Just our little secret code.

Little did we know.

Back at the house, Sophia’s hand shook as she picked up her phone. Her cheek still stung from Ryan’s slap, but the fire in her chest burned hotter. She had shown him enough messages already. Enough proof. Now it was time to make it real.

She dialed the number without thinking twice. “Yes, police? I need to report right now, there’s a confrontation happening. I want to file a complaint against him for emotional distress and assault.” Her voice stayed steady, even as tears threatened. The operator asked questions. She answered them all, names, addresses.

Ryan watched her from across the room, his own face still red. Then he pulled out his own phone. His jaw clenched. The accusations sat like lead in his stomach. He dialed the same number. “Hello, I need to report a domestic issue. A young woman I don't even know just came to my house and harassed me. Yes, I’ll give details”