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Keisha’s POVWhen I wake up, my husband to be is already moving around the room.I squint at the clock.5:25.I roll over and see him laying clothes out on the bed like he’s styling a mannequin.I laugh.“What are you doing?”He grins at me.“Baby, you’re going to work and you’re gonna look hot. I already got our daughter dressed. She’s in her car seat. All I need you to do is get up, kiss her, and get your hot ass in the shower. When I get home? Dinner will be ready.”I prop myself up on my elbows.“So you're this happy because of what Crandon told you?”He smirks.“Actually, yes. We got a leg up now. Someone physically knows she doesn’t have a child. I completely forgot about that woman. It’s insane.”He leans down and kisses me.I gasp dramatically.“You kissing me with my stinky breath?”“Yes,” he says without hesitation. “With all your shit-smelling breath. Because I love you.”“Get the fuck away from me.”He walks out laughing.I get up, handle my morning business, and take my t

Maya’s POVAs I finished up my latest piece, I leaned back on the stool and let out a long sigh.I was always a little sad when a piece was complete.The process, the creation, the building, and the shaping, that was the part that made my heart beat. When it was finished, when the last touches were placed and the piece had cured, it always felt a little bittersweet.But this one?This one was beautiful.Two masks sat side by side, blending into each other so seamlessly that it almost looked like one was morphing into the other. One wore a soft smile, the other a deep frown. The way I had sculpted them made it feel like emotion itself was shifting, like happiness slowly dissolving into sadness.On the smiling side, etched carefully into the surface, were the words:What you see.And on the frowning side, carved just beneath the curve of the mask:Inside of me.It was done in subtle tones of black and white, colors that technically weren’t even colors at all, but people never really tho

Explicit Scene AheadShane’s POVShe lets the jacket slide off her shoulders and drop to the chair like it’s nothing. Then her fingers find the first button of her denim shirt. Slow. Deliberate. One flick at a time.My breath snags somewhere in my throat.“Maya…”Her lips curve, small, wicked, knowing. She doesn’t answer with words. Just another button. And another.The fabric parts to nude lace strapless bra. The soft swell of her breasts rising with each shallow breath. My hands flex at my sides before I shove them into my pockets to keep from reaching.“You’re fucking dangerous,” I mutter, half laugh, half warning.She closes the distance in slow, rolling steps, hips swaying just enough to make my pulse vibrate behind my eyes.“You haven’t seen anything yet, baby,” she whispers, voice low and velvety.Her fingers are already on my shirt. Button by button, she opens my shirt while her gaze locks on mine, searching, daring me to look away. When the last one gives, she pushes the shir

Isla's POV It’s Saturday.I stand at the window and watch Shane pull out of the driveway in his truck, dressed to impress.For who?His little whore.The whore who knows he’s married.And yes, he is married. I don’t give a fuck what she thinks, and I don’t give a fuck what he thinks either.I sigh and sit down on the couch, staring at my cell phone in my hand.My contacts list is open.His name is right there.I hover my thumb over it.Should I do this?It feels like I’m getting in bed with the devil.But is he really the devil… or is he just a man who wants something back that belongs to him?But does she really belong to him?Because if she did… he would have married her.I sigh heavily and press the call button.It rings.Once.Twice.Three times.Four.Finally he answers.“Stanley Rogers speaking. How can I help you?”I lean back against the couch.“Hi, Mayor. How are you doing today?”He chuckles softly.“I’m good. How are you doing, Isla?”I sigh.“A bit disappointed. A bit agi

Crandon’s POVThis week has been… different.Different as in I went on a date with Tempest last Saturday, and she came home with me because she was a little afraid. I told her she could stay a few days until things settled down.Well… those “few days” turned into a week.And I’m not saying I’m upset about it either, because I’m just going to be honest. This week, the only thing we’ve done intimacy-wise is kiss. A few deep kisses here and there, but mostly it's been soft, almost married-couple kisses.And the craziest thing?The one night she slept in my bed, she never left it.I laugh to myself.What the fuck is this?One date turned into her basically moving in with me.At first I was skeptical. I literally thought she was a hobosexual, but then I reminded myself, I’ve been to her apartment. It’s a beautiful place. She wasn’t trying to move in with me permanently or anything.And if I’m really being honest… I actually like her in my home.She wakes up every morning and cooks breakfa