All Chapters of WAVES OF WANT : Chapter 91 - Chapter 98

Lisa found herself standing at Alex’s door the next morning, with her heart beating so fast and hard she could feel it in her throat. She had barely slept the night before. Every time she closed her eyes she saw his face, felt his hands, and remembered the way he had fucked her the night before. Her body still ached in the sweetest, most dangerous way. And the guilt sat heavy in her chest like a stone, but the pull between her legs was way stronger. She felt alive for the first time in years. Fear, excitement and shame all mixed together until she couldn’t even tell where one feeling ended and another began. She pushed the door open. It was unlocked, just like his text said. The house smelled like fresh coffee. She stepped inside, her sandals soft on the floor. “Alex?” Her voice came out smaller than she wanted. He appeared from the kitchen, shirtless in loose shorts. His eyes lit up with raw hunger when he saw her. He crossed the room fast and pulled her against him. His mouth

Lisa stared at the two pink lines, her hands shak ing so bad the strip almost slipped right out of her fingers. The room spinning around her and her legs gave way and she slid down onto the cold bathroom floor, back pressed hard against the tub. This couldn’t be real. Not now. Not after everything she had done. Tears burned hot and fast down her face, and a fear so thick it felt like lead settled in her chest. The timing was a nightmare. Mark had been home for weeks now, unconsciously trying harder, being softer, touching her like he wanted to make things right even unknown to him. But the days mixed together in her head like a bad dream. She remembered Alex and how rough had been, how deep he went, how he filled her over and over without ever pulling out. Then Mark….. familiar and steady, the same way he’d always been, but still inside her enough times since he got back that it could just as easily be his. There was no way to tell. No dates clear enough. No answer. She had no clu

The morning light filtered through the lace curtains of my childhood bedroom like an unwelcome guest. I hadn’t slept more than an hour, my body still humming from Luke’s touch on the swing, the taste of his kiss lingering like a forbidden drug. *What the hell was I doing?* I thought, pressing my thighs together under the thin sheet. The ache between them hadn’t faded. If anything, it had deepened, a slow burn that made every shift of my hips feel like a confession. Distant cousins or not, this was playing with fire in a house built on dry kindling. Joshua’s warnings about “family reputation” echoed in my skull, heavier now that I’d crossed another line. Downstairs, the kitchen smelled of fresh coffee, bacon, and tension. Grandma Eleanor sat at the head of the long oak table, her silver hair pinned neatly, birthday banners already strung across the walls despite the party being tomorrow. At eighty, she still commanded the room with quiet grace, her eyes sharp as ever. Mom fluttered a

The weekend came soft and slow, the kind Harris liked best — long breakfasts on the terrace, sunlight slanting through glass, no urgent calls before ten. He was dressed in a simple linen, sleeves rolled, gold watch catching the morning glow, fresh orange juice poured precisely into crystal. He reached across the table to cover Mitchell’s hand with his own. Hands warm, steady, and also careful. “Leo’s with my sister for the weekend” he said, smiling. “Thought we might have the house to ourselves for a while. Like before everything got so busy.” It was true….. he was good to her in every visible way. He remembered her favorite flowers, never forgot an anniversary, kept the accounts balanced and the staff happy. But somewhere between the first year and now, the spark in the bedroom had cooled into routine. He didn’t mean to be distant, he just didn’t know how to find the rhythm she needed anymore. Later, when they moved upstairs, the air was still and sweet with jasmine drifting thro