All Chapters of Greyfen Love Chronicles : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Julian Kane—now Wilson—had once been so famous that people flocked to him in the street just for a photo. He starred in leading roles, was on almost every magazine cover, and it was known that if he was on a show, it was bound to be a success. His PR team often paired him with rising female stars so that by association to him, they too would become famous. He was used to this. Until Nikki Chan. When they paired him with her for the public-stunt staged romance, he had accepted it with the same business mind he had the actresses before. The cameras loved them. The public ate it up. It was a success. But somewhere along the way, it stopped being pretend for him. He started to enjoy her as a human being. Then he fell hard. But she never did. When the arrangement ended she moved on to the next useful connection without loo

Julian and Mara had agreed, in the sticky aftermath of that first desperate afternoon, that they would do this only on Tuesdays, the day she came to clean. This boundary was set so that it wouldn’t bleed into the rest of their lives and ruin everything. They both knew it was a lie the moment the words left their mouths. That first Tuesday after they crossed the line, Mara left her house while the sky was still the deep blue of almost dawn. She’d left the kids sleeping. Ben was still snoring too. Her body had been restless all night, her cunt aching with the memory of how he’d filled her. She couldn’t wait another hour. She walked hurriedly up the trail, and when she reached the cabin, she unlocked it to find him exactly as she had so many mornings before. He was sprawled across the bed on his stomach, one arm flung out, the sheet tangled low around his hips. His cock lay soft against his thigh, thick even at rest, the dark head just visible. She stood there for a long minute as h

One evening Ben was out and the kids were at a school thing until late. Mara showered, put on a soft sweater and a pair of jeans that made her ass look good, dabbed some red lipstick on her lips, and wore some earrings and the cross necklace.She walked the trail as the evening light faded.Julian opened the door before she knocked. He was completely naked, cock already half hard.“I saw you walking up the trail,” he explained.She stepped inside. The door shut. They didn’t make it to the bed. He fucked her against the wall, then on the kitchen table, then finally in the bed with her legs over his shoulders, slow and deep until she came so hard she cried. Afterward he asked her to stay the night.“I can’t,” she whispered against his chest. “They’ll ask where I am.”But her eyes were already heavy from the orgasms and the solid warmth of him. She drifted off anyway, still half dressed, his arm heavy around her waist.She

Julian needed oil for the truck. The gauge had been sitting low for days, and he finally ran out of excuses to put it off. That Thursday afternoon he climbed into the old Ford, the engine turning over with a familiar low growl, and drove the winding road down into Greyfen.When he reached the hardware store, he spied a cluster of men loitering near it like they had nothing better to do.As soon as he parked and stepped out, the stares started. A few people glanced once and looked away. Others didn’t bother hiding it. He caught the usual mutters under their breath.“Fucking weirdo.”“Still have no idea who he is.”“A Wilson, I think.”“Creepy bastard.”He ignored them, walked into the store, paid for the cans of oil, and carried them back out to the truck.He was loading the last two into the bed when Ben Galton’s voice cut across the lot, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.“Well look who

Ben gave up the stalking the following week. He had spent enough afternoons crouching behind trees and parking two streets over, watching Mara haul vacuum cleaners from house to house. He had seen nothing worth the effort. He decided it was a midlife crisis. She was getting older, probably feeling invisible, and somewhere in the back of her mind she had started wondering what it would be like to be wanted again, and was somehow willing it to happen. He would make sure that it never did. He would keep a closer eye on her. Until then, he told himself, there was nothing to see. The moment Julian and Mara realized Ben had stopped following her, the affair settled back into its dangerous rhythm. Mara began coming to the cabin almost every day after she finished her last house, just before Ben or the kids got home. Some afternoons Julian found her instead. She’d given him her whole schedule, so he’d