The Night We Began นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I sat in silence for a moment, tapping my fingers on the desk. Dinner with the Fosters. What a damn circus this was turning out to be. But something told me tonight would be different. Something was coming. I could feel it. And whatever it was, I’d be ready. I leaned back in my chair, jaw tight. These people will do anything to get what they want. I grabbed the bottle, poured a heavy shot of whiskey, and let it burn all the way down—trying to steady myself for whatever storm was brewing tonight.

Countless nights, he would wake up and glance at me sleeping beside him, and a quiet sigh would slip from his lips. How could someone love this foolishly? Yet, someone did… and it was him who was adored and loved so ardently. Devin quietly slipped the burn ointment into his pocket. For some reason, he did not want to give it to Melissa. He took her hand gently and asked, "Does it still hurt?" The moment the words left his mouth, however, he could not even tell who he had meant to ask. The next morning, Devin brought Melissa home. The house, once sleek and cold in shades of black, white, and gray, had changed.

And just as I settled back, he and his hard cock pulled me back . And that, my friend, is when I realized this night had only just begun.

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.

“Then we’ll face it together. No more cold lessons. No more hiding. Just this. Every night.” The pattern had solidified. No more pretending it was casual. No more fighting the pull. Just two men who had started with one night and were now building something real — night after night, mark after mark, confession after confession. As they drifted off, bodies marked and hearts cracking open wider, both of them knew the truth: Night Twenty wasn’t the end of anything. It was only the beginning of everything that came after.

I would be bringing back the debt. So I picked up another stone. --- ### The First Night Night fell, and for the first time, it was truly dark. There were no glowing LEDs in the sky. No "Night-Cycle" filters. The world simply turned away from the sun, and the stars came out. Millions of them. They were tiny, cold, and infinitely far away. We sat around the fire. The smell of woodsmoke filled the air. It was a sharp, biting smell that made my eyes water. We didn't have food, only the water from the stream, but the warmth of the fire kept the fear at bay.

"I'm your first, Bianca. I took your virginity that night. We both know that. There's a connection there—a first is always significant. You can't just erase that." The words hung in the air like a ghost—the ghost of a night neither of them had fully forgotten. A night of tangled sheets and whispered secrets, of bodies discovering each other in the dark. A night that had ended as soon as the morning came, with Justin walking out the door and Bianca watching him go, her heart already beginning to splinter.

Chuckled! “ Well, Yes, Wife… I know who you are. You would remember too if you slowed down on the drinks like I said yesterday.” sexy responded. “Would you like to sit while I give you a recap that might jog your memory on our adventures the night before?” he asked. I sat down and kept my mouth shut before I further embarrassed myself. Ethan’s POV

And just like that, the night before everything changed… Started exactly how it should. With us.