LOGINJeremy's POV. She was there, just…. there, at first I couldn't reach, but then I could touch her and she wasn't resisting me. At first I was scared it wasn't her, but even with my blur vision…I knew she was the one. Her scent made me crazy, unstoppable , and without any control. When I squeezed her butt, she wrapped her arms around my neck, nuzzling my slightly parted lips as she grinded against my groin, her breasts pressing hard against my chest….those breasts of hers, soft and delicate, I wanted to suck it, but I wasn't sure if she wanted this….if she wanted me. “ Stop acting like a kid and fuck me already…fuck me more than ever, I want you….. to tear me apart.” She whispered, her hands sliding down into my trousers. I jerked. I don't know why I did that but my thighs trembled. It wasn't the first time I felt so great, but it was the first time I felt so powerless, like she was the one in control, and funny enough I let her. “Call me your pup,” She whimpered. I hesit
° Amy’s POV °“Fuck… This is fuck, Amy,” Mia said, a cigar hung from her lips, its tip glowing in the dim light. She drew in a long puff and exhaled, blowing rings of smoke in the air. I watched her as she ran her fingers through her hair, worrying more than I should.Her hand trembled a little when she flicked the ash off the edge. The faint orange glow lit her face for a second, sharp against the shadows, then it faded again, leaving her eyes dark and restless. The air smelled like smoke and something burnt—her nerves, maybe.She was pacing. I could hear the soft squeak of her socks brushing against the wooden floor, the small clicks of her fingernails against the lighter in her palm. I could tell she didn’t even want the cigar, she just needed something to keep her hands busy.“I’m going to call a lawyer,” I told her, trying to sound steady.“You see? A lawyer! You don’t even have a ‘my lawyer.’” She hissed, turning to face me. “That arrogant…” She didn’t finish. The word hung ther
°Amy’s POV°The sun was sliding slowly down behind the trees, casting this soft gold light that made everything look too calm for what was about to happen. The porch creaked under my bare feet, and the air smelled faintly of wet soil and old wood now. “So tell me… Amy, you thought I wouldn’t find out?”That voice, low, teasing, always confident—hit me like a bad memory. He dropped the bouquet on the porch railing, slow and deliberate, like every move was planned.“They’re for him. From what I saw at the store that day, it looked like he loved Eli a lot… I bet I’m going to love him more.” He looked straight at me. “What do you think?”My chest tightened, and the world tilted a little. I could feel the heat crawling up my neck, but I held my ground.“In your dreams,” I swore through clenched teeth, barely able to breathe. “Eli is not your son!”The words came out sharper than I meant, trembling at the edges. I blinked, but it didn’t stop the tears clinging to the corners of my eyes. I
° Amy’s POV °“Well…. Is this how things are going to be, Amy? No hugs?”My body froze before my brain caught up…. His voice.He stepped closer, holding out a bouquet of bougainvillea and roses. My stomach dropped.He paused, eyes steady on mine. “I’m sorry for your loss.”I didn’t take the flowers. I didn’t move. For a second, it was like my body had forgotten how to breathe.How did he know? Why was he here? And how in the hell did he find me?My throat felt tight, but I forced the words out. “What do you want, Jeremy?” I clenched my fists, biting the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.He tilted his head, a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth. “What do I want? Isn’t it obvious?”I looked up at him….same sharp jaw, same stupid confidence in his posture, like he owned the air between us. But his eyes were darker now, heavier somehow.My heart started to pound. He wasn’t here for what I was thinking, was he?“I’ve come to pay my respects, Amy.”He said it so simply, like he
° Amy’s POV °It was weird at first, but it wasn’t bad.Having Mia move in was like inviting a storm that somehow knew how to water your plants. Grandma Lydia didn’t oppose much since she was Eli’s godmother, though she still had her opinions. She always did.Even though she didn’t like the idea that someone like Mia should godmother her grandson, she couldn’t argue too much because, well, Mia was Mia…..hard to reason with, even harder to replace. And for a good number of times, Grandma Lydia had tried telling me that Mia was a bad influence for Eli.“Mia is not gonna do anything that would harm Eli. I chose her because she’s crazy about him, in fact, he’s her favorite person in the world.”That was my go-to line every time Grandma Lydia started her little lectures.But Mia…She was something else entirely.She partied a lot, got drunk all the time, and would stumble into my arms whispering about how “big the dick was” and how “great having one of those inside you felt like” whenever
° Amy’s POV °The wind rushed in before I could even blink.And then there she was—Mia. Standing on the porch in her gray hoodie and big shorts, her hair half-tied, and she was holding a brown paper bag that looked way too familiar.My breath caught halfway, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.She looked me up and down once, her expression softening. “You look like you’ve been wrestling ghosts,” she said, voice light but not mocking.I blinked a few times, trying to catch up. “Mia?”“Yeah, who else would it be?” She stepped closer, brushing past me before I could even invite her in, the sweet smell of vanilla perfume trailing behind her. “Unless you were expecting someone else.”Her words landed too close, too sharp. I froze for a second, then quietly shut the door.“I—uh… no, I wasn’t expecting anyone,” I muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.Mia didn’t say anything right away. She just slipped her shoes off and dropped the paper bag on the table like she owned the pla







