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********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

Via let out an apologetic smile when she saw Collin’s sad look after Kaydee ignored him. “I’m your Uncle Collin! I’m so happy I finally got to meet you!” Jaydee immediately jumped into her uncle’s arm and after a few conversations, they were already inseperable. Kaydee stayed close to her, silently observing the unfamiliar place that they were in. And as they made their way home, with Cassie, Collin, and the children by her side, Via couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over her. She was finally home, where she belonged. And this time, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

Each turn of the wheels felt like a countdown to some unseen confrontation. When they arrived, the city estate sprawled before them like a jewel, its grandeur both beautiful and intimidating. Guests milled about in intricate gowns and tailored suits, the air buzzing with conversation, laughter, and subtle undercurrents of political maneuvering. Olivia felt the familiar pull of anxiety, but Ethan’s hand in hers anchored her. ⸻

I wanted to stay upright, to keep my mask intact, but his kindness cut me open. “Then why?” My voice cracked on the question. “Why did you treat me like that?” The sobs came jagged, tearing through me until I couldn’t breath. He didn’t speak, only held me closer to his chest, as I felt a quiet anchor against the storm inside me. And for the first time ever, I felt dangerously comfortable around a stranger. ~~~~

The stranger's presence, once a threat in my eyes, now seemed oddly comforting. A few moments later, she opened her eyes, her smile radiant and genuine. “Thank you,” she whispered to the stranger. “You're welcome,” he replied, his voice a blend of kindness and reassurance. "Remember, whenever you're feeling anxious, you can always come back to that peaceful place in your mind. And, if your head hurts…” he leaned in and whispered something in her ears, which made Sasha giggle loudly.

CHAPTER 4 Lyra's POV The stranger smiled, and Jesus, it wrecked me. That hard face, so sharp and ruthless, went soft around the edges. Like sin dipped in honey. “Does it really matter?” he asked slowly, his voice smooth as bourbon. “Tonight, we are just two broken souls hiding in plain sight.” Fair. “Then here’s to strangers,” I replied, raising my glass with a shaky hand. “To strangers,” he echoed, clinking his glass against mine.

I briefly saw a scarred hand coming my way before his thumb wiped the corner of my mouth, then shoved the same finger between my lips and I sucked it clean without hesitation. He let out a low, dark chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine. “Next time I see you,” he said, his voice dripping with an unsettling intensity, “I won’t let you walk away like this.” There's no need to mention that there won't be a next time. I smiled at him before turning on my heels and striding back to my friends, who are likely drunk by now. I just gave my first blowjob to a stranger in a public bathroom, My Jaw aches and I’m sure my throat would be sore by tomorrow but my thoughts are slick from desire and I lik

Her new indifference didn’t bother me, it was clear she no longer had to pander to me now she’s gotten her payment. It was what I wanted too—a place where no one cared enough to ask questions, to notice the tension that clung to me like a second skin. I was a stranger passing by, and that suited me just fine. The chilly air hit me once I made it outside and I masochistiCellie welcomed it as the loud judging voices in my head slowly drowned out. I stuffed my hands into my jacket, my fingers brushing against the cold hilt of my loaded gun and I began walking nowhere in particular.

I fiddled with the candy wrapper, not sure if I was offering comfort or just trying to fill the void. Maybe it wasn’t awkward.Maybe I was just lonely. Ashley had always been my go-to person, but lately, she had her own world—her own chaos. I didn’t want to be one more thing she had to deal with. So instead, I found myself here, talking to a stranger who hadn’t said a single word until now. But at least a stranger doesn’t judge. They don’t know enough to. I pulled out a few candies, holding them in my palm like some weird peace offering. That’s when his voice finally broke the silence. Deep. Cold. Controlled. It ran through me like a sharp wind cutting across bare skin. But I didn’t flinch. I