Chapter 1

My name is Margot Coyle, a young wife left behind by her husband.

That day, I slipped into a sheer little outfit and admired myself in the mirror like usual.

The purple lace was just enough to cover my private parts, revealing a hint of my soft chest and naturally full bottom. It was all paired with black stockings and high heels.

“With a body like this, every man would want to pounce on me, right?”

I bit my lower lip lightly, my eyes turning misty as I struck a seductive pose.

Click!

After snapping the photo with a sharp click, I immediately forwarded it to my husband, Farrell Lyod. His reply was slow. He always replied instantly. What was going on?

A sudden thought crossed my mind, and I quickly pulled out my phone to check.

At that moment, I realized that I had accidentally sent the photo to my father-in-law, Jetson Lyod!

“Their profile pictures are too similar! If he sees this, I’ll be mortified!

“No way, I have to delete it quickly before he notices.”

Fighting my panic, I tiptoed into Jetson’s room. He was napping on the bed. His phone was charging on the inner side. I bent down to grab it. But the moment I touched it, my waist suddenly sank as a pair of strong hands pressed down on me.

“Who’s there?!”

As Jetson bellowed with full force, I found myself pinned on him, unable to move.

In an instant, my chest was squished out of shape.

He had such solid muscles.

That was the first thought that popped into my head.

I never expected that, at his age, Jetson would be in much better shape than Farrell, who was in his early thirties.

My face flushed with embarrassment as my heart pounded.

“Jetson... it’s me.”

“Margot? I thought a burglar had broken in. What are you doing in my room?”

Jetson released his grip and stared at me intently.

I stammered, unable to speak, but he still noticed the phone I was hiding behind my back.

“Hand it over!”

Although Farrell was not Jetson’s biological son, he had always treated him with great respect. As a result, Jetson had always been the ultimate authority at home. Even when I was reluctant, I did not dare to disobey him. So I could only obediently hand it over.

The moment he saw the photo, Jetson’s eyes suddenly widened. A rare blush spread across his usually stern face.

My face burned with embarrassment. I was so ashamed I wanted to crawl into a hole.

“I’m... I’m sorry, Jetson. I... I meant to send it to Farrell, but I accidentally sent it to you.”

When he heard that, Jetson gave me a thoughtful look over.

“Margot, I know Farrell is away driving long-haul trucks all year round and rarely home. You’ve really had it rough.

“But that doesn’t mean you should be making random friends online.”

Jetson’s words were veiled, but I’m not stupid. I caught on immediately.

He thought I was too lonely and was flirting with men online!

I started to get flustered.

“Jetson, you’ve got the wrong idea. I really was going to send this to Farrell.”

Jetson waved his hand and chuckled softly.

“Don’t get so worked up. I’ve been there myself. I understand. It’s perfectly normal. Just be careful not to go too far.

“You never know who’s out there online. You can’t post anything like this again. You have to protect your privacy.”

But I really had not been flirting at all.

I felt so wronged and wanted to defend myself, but Jetson was done talking.

“Alright, I have to go out in a bit. I’ll delete the photo. You can go now.”

I sighed and had no choice but to leave.

But I never could have imagined at the time that those photos would not be deleted at all!

It was very late by the time Jetson returned home. I was worried he might be hungry, so I got out of bed to check on him.

But as soon as I reached the door to his room, I heard some blushingly suggestive voices.

“You’re so beautiful, I can’t help but want to touch you.

“Hurry up, give it a kiss!”

Had Jetson brought a woman home?

My heart skipped a beat. Ever since my mother-in-law passed away, Jetson had been a widower. It was a good thing he found someone, but I could not help wondering who this woman was.

There were so many scammers these days, and my husband was not home. As his daughter-in-law, I have to keep an eye on things for Jetson.

With that in mind, I quietly peeked through the crack in the door.

The next second, I was so shocked by the scene before me that half my body went numb.

Jetson was alone in the room. There was no suspicious woman at all.

Jetson was talking to my photo!

“No wonder my son likes you so much. You’ve really got what it takes.

“Too bad you’re such a minx, dressing like that for other men to see. With my son away, how could I let such ‘fertile land’ like this fall to someone else’s hands!”

What did that mean?

“Not letting fertile land like this fall to someone else’s hands.” Could it be that Jetson wanted to...

The thrill of this forbidden, immoral situation shot through my body like an electric current. My rational mind told me I should go up and stop him, but my throat was so dry and tight I could not make a sound.

Comparison was the thief of joy. I used to think all men were like my husband, just a regular chicken sausage.

I had been shown the real thing today.

What a real beast he was.

It was terrifying. If that were to go inside me, one motion could do what my husband did six-fold?

Jetson was not entirely wrong. My husband was away from home most of the time. This fertile land of mine has gone untended. I had been burning with desire, like longing for rain in a drought.

Watching the scene unfold, an indescribable urge turned into a warm current and surged up through my lower abdomen.