تسجيل الدخولMaya’s PovMonday came around, and I sighed because I already knew what I needed to do.I had to leave Shane alone.Not because I wanted to, but because of everything that happened Saturday night. Not just between him and his wife, but because of what his son said. His son is a good kid. I could tell that much immediately. But he’s also a kid who’s screaming for something. Attention, honesty maybe, or help. Something that lets his parents know, I see what’s going on. You’re not fooling me.Parents think they can block their kids from certain truths, hide things behind closed doors, lower their voices, change the subject. But kids always find out. Always.On Sunday morning, I shrugged to myself as Shane pulled up to the art studio and helped me out of the truck. I would never tell him where I actually stayed. Never. Some things needed to stay mine.He looked so disheartened when I told him I’d give him a call. Just standing there, holding my overnight bag, staring at me like he was try
Kole's PovMonday rolled around after an uneventful weekend. Keisha and I took the baby over to my parents’ house, and of course Knox’s baby terrors were already there with him and Sienna. I laughed to myself, because even though my brother and I used to have our issues, we love each other deeply now. We actually had a really good weekend.Kira went over to Martin’s family’s house. They’re still trying to come to grips with everything going on with Martin’s sister and her issues, the death of her husband, and now her three kids. It’s been a little while since it all happened, but not long enough for things to feel settled.I sighed, thinking back to what happened with Jennifer. That was a whole fucking mess. Hopefully she’s getting the help she needs and deserves. They should be driving back today, which means Kira will probably return to work tomorrow. She’s pregnant again. Her and damn Sienna are extremely fertile, it seems.Hell, I should probably check on Keisha too. She might be
Shane’s POV Isla sighed loudly on the other end of the line, the sound sharp in my ear. “So you finally decided to pick up your phone, huh?” I glanced down at it, then lifted it back to my ear as my eyes drifted across the room. Maya was sashaying from the bathroom toward the bed, completely naked, unbothered, glowing. She crossed the room like she owned it, reached the top of the dresser, grabbed a small bag of chips and a bottle of water, then climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged in the middle of it. Indian style. Calm. Casual. Like she didn’t just wreck my entire nervous system ten minutes ago. She popped the chips open, tilted her head back, and started eating. I licked my lips without thinking. My body reacted immediately, and I let out a slow breath through my nose. If I didn’t turn around right now, I was going to hang up on Isla without another word. So I turned my back to Maya and faced the window. “So,” I said evenly, forcing my voice to settle, “how can I help
Shane’s POV Adult Scenes Ahead"Don't stop. Maya, fuck, yes right there."I was flat on the floor, my hands locked onto her hips while she rode me with her back turned towards me. Watching the muscles in her back flex and the way her hair swung with every frantic push was a different kind of sexual torture. I was hanging on by a thread.Then the phone started buzzing.The vibration on the floor hummed right against my skull. I tried to block it out, focusing on the friction and the way Maya was arched over me, but the rhythm was broken. The phone cut off, then immediately started back up."Ignore it," I groaned, digging my right thumb into her hip bone and the squeezing of her left ass cheek to keep her moving.She didn't need telling. She sped up, her breath coming in short, jagged hitches until I finally hit my peak. I went blind for a second, my heart slamming against my ribs like a jackhammer on concrete. After she slowly stopped moving, I could barely catch my breath.The
Isla’s POVI blink at her.Twice.Because the way she’s looking at me tells me she’s dead serious when she asks if I’m going to offer her a real apology. And that irritates something deep in my chest, because I’ve already apologized to her, twice. So why am I sitting here feeling like I’m being put on trial all over again?She smiles slightly, bends forward, and takes another bite of her Polish. She chews slowly, unbothered, like she has all the time in the world. Then she just sits there, waiting.I let out a long breath.“Sadé, I don’t feel like I owe you another apology,” I say carefully. “I already apologized. Twice. I’m not sure why I need to keep doing it.”She nods as she chews, wipes her mouth with a napkin, and finishes her bite before she speaks.“This,” she says calmly, “is exactly what I expected from you.”I stiffen.“People who are really sorry,” she continues, “don’t stop apologizing just because they already said it once or twice. They say it every time they see you if
Isla’s POVShane Jr. comes bouncing down the stairs in his jeans and that shirt, half shirt, cropped tee, whatever they’re calling it now. Oversized but short at the same time. I swear, fashion makes no sense anymore. Of course, he’s got on Jordans. He grabs his jacket, throws it on, and for once, thank God, he doesn’t drown himself in cologne.I look him over.“Alright, let me see how you’re looking, son.”He groans. “Mom, stop. We gotta go. Come on, come on, come on. It’s almost seven.”I sigh. “The skating rink is twenty minutes away. We’ll be fine. You don’t want to be early.”“Yes, I do,” he says immediately. “Let’s go.”As we step outside, I glance down the street and spot Sadé getting into her car with Marco Jr. A few years ago, we would’ve all ridden together. Marco Jr. would’ve been in the backseat with Shane Jr., music loud, all of them laughing.I swallow that thought.“Let’s go.”Just as Sadé goes to pull off, one of the older twins runs out of the house. Trinity hops int







