“Is it another woman Simon?” My voice echoed through the silent office slicing the air thick with tension. Another silence followed as the man I was talking to barely acknowledged my presence.“Simon answer me!...Do you hate me now? Are you tired of me? Is that what this is about? I continued, my loud voice trembling with sadness laced with anger. I felt my stomach twist and a full ache tugged at my chest.Simon slowly raised his eyes from the laptop that sat on his desk, his expression darkening. His grey eyes glared at me. They used to be my favorite but now they made me anxious.I shot a tearful glare back at him and he exhaled sharply before softening his gaze.“What are you talking about Nana?” his cold clear voice finally broke out. I could sense a hint of irritation in them. “Why do you always have to do this?”“I don’t understand you anymore Simon” my frustration spilled. “Do you still love me?” My shaky voice almost breaking into a full sob. “Did I do something?”“You didn’t
NOAH’s POVThe bass thumped through my chest, pulsating with the flashing lights that cut through the darkness. The air was thick with anticipation, mingled with the scent of sweat and a hint of cologne.Colorful strobe lights dart across the room, illuminating a sea of bodies moving in unison on the dance floor, lost in the rhythm of the DJ’s hypnotic beats.I sat in the bar section lined with an array of vibrant cocktails, their hues casting a subtle glow.I leaned back at the bar, nursing a whiskey, letting the burnt orange heat slide down my throat.My gaze drifted over the crowd a sea of bodies swaying, grinding, wrapping around each other. But none of them held what I was looking for, that elusive spark I couldn’t quite name.“Tsk! Not good enough” I muttered under my breath sipping another handful of the burnt orange liquid that heated me up.“Ciao, bellissimo(hello handsome)” A raspy voice cut through the music as heels thudded in front of me. I glanced up, spotting one of the
Nana’s POV There he was sitting, a face I hadn’t seen in years with those smile I remembered as adorable but now stirred up something in me. “Noah? Is that you?” my worn out voice spilled out almost in a whisper. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He stood, looking taller than I remembered, the years filling him out in a way I hadn’t expected. I didn’t move as he approached, his eyes glinting with a quiet dare. “I’ve missed you, birdie,” he murmured, his deep, soothing voice grazing my ears as he stopped just inches away. “Don’t call me that!” I protested, playfully swatting his hard, firm chest. But he was real, standing right in front of me, close enough to touch. His laughter rang out, digging up a well of nostalgia inside me. It filled me, in a way I hadn’t realized I was missing. “Come here you little devil!” I spread my arms wide reaching for a hug. The scent of his cologne filled my nostrils as I buried my face in his chest. “Aww! Did you miss me?” He teased. “Of course not!”
Nana’s POV“I am happy Noah” I answered, a bitter taste in my mouth at my own words while I stylishly avoided his interrogating gaze. I felt a twinge of guilt creep up in me. I hated Noah feeling sorry for me, it made me feel pathetic.“Does he make you cry?” Noah asked, a flash of anger in his eyes.“Gosh Noah! Drop it! Simon and I are fine, he’s just busy with work and he makes me happy, and I love him!” My voice broke out, harsher than I intended.Noah’s gaze softened. “Alright, I’m sorry for poking in your business.” His hands went up in the air.My stomach knotted in the guilt that now flooded me. “Way to go Nana!... He was just concerned about you and you made him feel bad… way to go you idiot!” I thought silently.“No no!... I’m sorry Noah… I know you mean well… but I promise Simon and I are happy together”“Yeah I know! It’s okay… I’m sorry too” His large hands cupped my face, stroking it gently for a moment before letting go.We sat there in silence sipping the bittersweet li
Nana's POV My blood went cold with nervousness as I stood to go to our room. Every step up the stairs felt like I was carrying a weight far heavier than my body. My heart raced, and I forced myself to take deep breaths to calm the storm inside me.When I entered the room, I froze. The King-sized bed we shared sat empty, and I let out a quiet breath of relief when I heard the shower running. I wasn’t ready to face Simon yet—not like this. I didn’t even know what I could say if I did.I moved to the closet, hands trembling as I began to undress. The faint, familiar scent of Noah’s cologne lingered on my shirt, teasing my senses. Without thinking, I pressed the fabric to my nose, inhaling deeply, letting the memory of his presence wash over me.My stomach flipped with guilt. What the hell is wrong with me? I yanked the shirt away like it burned me, my cheeks heating at the thought of Simon catching me like this.After wrapping myself in a towel, I stepped out of the closet, only to stop
Nana's POV His lips moved to my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Each kiss, each touch, made me forget the tension that had consumed us earlier. My hands moved on their own, sliding over his broad shoulders, feeling the dampness of his skin and the heat that followed. I felt my inside aching for more as his hot breath continued to lit up more desires. Soon he his left fingers slid down my belly and two of them found their way inside my entrance while he bit my lower lip softly. “ah Simon…” I moaned uncontrollably, shutting my eyes off and let myself drown in the pleasure. Images of Noah flashed in my mind again, his hard body pressed against mine when we hugged, his piercing green eyes seeing through me effortlessly. I shot my eyes open, terrified of who came to my mind while my husband was on top of me, his fingers getting me wetter. I became breathless not sure if it was the pleasure building inside me or the anxiety that caught me off guard. I attempted to sha
Noah’s POV Nana… She looked even more beautiful than I remembered, like a dream I’d forgotten how to picture clearly. Her hair, her eyes, her lips—everything seemed to shimmer with a perfection that made my chest ache. It was as if the version of her I’d carried in my mind had been nothing more than a shadow compared to the reality sitting before me. Her amber eyes, usually so full of life, were dulled now, weighed down by something she wouldn’t share. Yet, even in her sadness, everything else about her seemed to glow, as if she was trying to outshine her own pain. My jaw tightened as I gripped the steering wheel, the tension in my knuckles betraying my calm façade. Something had happened between her and Simon. I didn’t need to ask; the exhaustion in her eyes told me everything. She could deny it a thousand times, but I wasn’t blind. She was holding herself together, but just barely. And here I was, struggling to keep my composure while she sat so close, her presence undoing m
Nana’s POV The night melted away far too quickly, the shrill sound of the alarm dragging me from restless dreams. I wriggled in bed, my eyes still closed, reaching out instinctively for Simon. My hand met only the cold, smooth fabric of the sheets. My stomach twisted, but I brushed the feeling aside. Simon had come to me last night, hadn’t he? Things were fine. They had to be fine. Shaking off the unease, I got ready for work, determined to find him at the office. There was a meeting today about the merger between his company and my parents’. I’d planned to use it as an excuse to go with him and also spend some time with him, but when I arrived, his absence only tightened the knot in my stomach. “Where is Simon?” I asked Grace, his secretary. Her hesitation was impossible to miss. “He didn’t say, ma’am.” I studied her for a moment, noting how carefully she avoided my gaze. It set my nerves
NOAH From where I stood, I could see everything. Nana beside him. Her posture too straight. Her eyes too shiny. Simon had his arm wrapped around her waist like he was anchoring her there. Like he knew I was watching. His other hand waved cheerfully at the parents gathered by the door, his mouth curved into that responsible-boy smile everyone loved so much. Then he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. I couldn’t hear what he said. But I didn’t need to. I saw her flinch. And then—he glanced over his shoulder. Right at me. Smirked. Cocky. Fucking triumphant. Because he knew I knew. He’d touched her. Marked her. Probably still dripping inside her while she stood there, pretending like she wasn’t crumbling. I clenched my jaw so hard I felt it crack. My hands fisted at my sides. But I didn’t move. Because I wasn’t going to lose my shit here—not in front of them. Not in front of the fucking family. No. I’d wait. Because I had something Simon didn’t know I kne
I stood, offered my hand, and she took it like she always did. The study was quiet when we entered, dim with just the hallway glow spilling in. I didn’t close the door all the way. On purpose. Let him listen. Let him watch. Let him hear what it sounds like when someone fucks what he can’t have. I spun her gently, pressed her against a desk, and let my hands roam up the back of her thighs, bunching the fabric until I found her bare skin. Still warm. Still wet. Still mine. Her breath hitched. “Simon—” “I don’t want to talk,” I said, voice low, fingers already slipping between her legs. “I want to remind you.” She whimpered. I didn’t take my time. I undid my pants with one hand, shoved them down enough to free my cock, and thrust into her with a force that made her cry out. My hand clamped over her mouth. My other gripped her hip. Her walls welcomed me like they always did—tight, wet, addicted. “You’re not allowed to let anyone touch you,” I growled into her ear. “Do y
SIMON – POV She twitched the moment my lips brushed her cheek. Soft. Gentle. The kind of kiss that husbands give their wives after long, peaceful nights. The kind of kiss that says I missed you—when really, I’d spent the night buried in someone else after leaving her aching for more that night. The next morning I had come back, ready to dangle what she craved in front of her. Love. Affection. To be fucked like the little sinner I wanted her to be. She blinked up at me, eyes unfocused, lips slightly parted. Guilt clung to her like perfume. I could smell it the moment she opened her mouth. “When did you get back?” she whispered. I smiled. Tilted my head just enough to look sincere. “Late. Didn’t want to wake you.” Lie. I’d stood in the doorway for several minutes watching her sleep. Not like a husband. Not like a lover. Like a man appraising a painting he already planned to rip in half. She looked softer that morning. Raw. Unstable. Her blouse had slipped off one should
I swallowed hard. “You know what I think?” he whispered, leaning in. “I think you’ve been aching since that night I left you on edge. I think you’re still waiting for me to finish what I started.” My knees buckled. He caught me by the waist, dragging me close against him. I could feel him already—hard. He was always quick to anger. And now I could see it all over his face. Not rage exactly… but something close. Possessive. Dangerous. “You don’t even try to hide it,” he muttered, lips ghosting over my jaw. “You’re still waiting for me, aren’t you?” Before I could speak—before I could lie—his hands fisted in the hem of my dress and yanked it up. I gasped as air hit my thighs. Then my panties were gone. Just—gone. Stripped down in one rough tug, hanging from his fingers like a trophy before he dropped them at our feet. “Fuck,” he hissed, dipping his hand between my thighs. “You’re soaked.” “Wait—” My breath hitched—his fingers slid through the mess between my legs, slow and
I froze. And then— “Didn’t know you were the snooping type,” a voice drawled low and amused behind me. I turned. Noah stood there, phone in one hand, brows raised. His eyes dragged over me like I was something sinful on display. “I wasn’t snooping,” I said too quickly. “You sure?” He stepped inside and shut the door behind him with a click that sounded final. “Because this doesn’t look like a bathroom.” His voice was honey and heat, and my heart slammed into my chest. “I just—wanted air. I wasn’t thinking.” “No,” he murmured, walking toward me slowly. “You were thinking. You just didn’t want to admit what you were thinking about.” I backed up slightly, only to feel the desk behind me. His eyes glittered. “You like walking into dangerous places, don’t you?” “Noah…” My voice was barely a whisper. He stopped a breath away, hand bracing on the desk beside my hip, boxing me in. “Tell me you didn’t walk in here because you were wondering if I was thinking about that
NANA The moment I spotted them—my parents—standing just past the arrival gates, a lump formed in my throat. My mother was waving eagerly, her other hand clutching the strap of her designer handbag. Beside her, my father stood tall and composed as always, dressed impeccably in a cream blazer and navy trousers, his salt-and-pepper hair neatly slicked back. The slight upward curve of his lips was subtle, but I caught it. “Mom!” I broke into a jog, slipping past a family and nearly tripping over a suitcase in my rush. Her arms wrapped around me before I could even breathe, and suddenly I was a little girl again—safe, grounded. She smelled like soft florals and warmth, and I didn’t realize how much I missed that scent until now. “My baby,” she whispered, kissing the side of my face several times. “You’ve lost weight—are you eating well?” I smiled through the lump in my throat. “Yes, Mom. I’m fine.” Simon approached us, giving my father a firm handshake before bowing slightly,
Noah – POV I didn’t look back. Not when I turned from the both of them, not when Nana’s scent still clung to my clothes, not when the ghost of her warmth burned into my palms like a brand. I walked out of that office slow and controlled, every step a calculated rebellion against the storm in my chest. If I even looked at her again, I would’ve fucking dragged her somewhere dark and made her say my name again with that voice—soft, desperate, guilty. I was getting close anyways. She didn’t even know what she was doing to me. And the text didn’t do justice to the way she looked gorgeous. She tried to act normal beside Simon, her sweet little lies stitched together with trembling hands. But I saw it. The twitch in her fingers. The way her body shifted, restless, haunted by the memory of mine pressed into hers. The way her needy gaze glued to me when I wasn’t looking. She couldn’t stop thinking about last night, and neither could I. The second her thighs wrapped around me on th
I woke up to a soft press of lips against my forehead. My eyes flew open. Simon. My heart slammed into my chest as I sat up too quickly, the sheets falling from my shoulders. “When—when did you get back?” I asked, breathless. He smiled gently, brushing a knuckle against my cheek like he hadn’t completely ruined me last night. “Just before dawn. I missed you too much.” The words should’ve melted me. They used to. But all I felt was the aftershock of last night—the phantom of Noah’s body against mine, the way I came on my fingers, whispering the wrong man’s name into my pillow. A wave of guilt crashed down hard and fast. I tucked my legs under the covers instinctively, suddenly too aware of the throbbing ache still faint between my thighs. Simon sat on the edge of the bed, brushing hair away from my face. “Looks like you had the time of your life last night,” he said, light and teasing. I froze. My breath hitched just slightly—just enough to betray me. “What do you m
I wanted Noah. Even if it was just to punish Simon. Even if it was just to feel something that wasn’t confusion or pain. Noah’s hands slipped beneath my shirt, large palms sliding over my waist, brushing under the curve of my breasts. His mouth was at my ear again, murmuring something unintelligible, but I didn’t hear it. My mind was blank. All I could think about was how his touch felt. How his body felt between my legs. How easy it would be to give in. Then I felt him reach for my waistband. He tugged slightly, just enough to make me panic. A bolt of fear shot through me, colliding with the lust and setting off something volatile. My hands flew to his chest, and I pushed—not hard, not rough, but enough. “Noah—stop,” I said, breathless, my voice a broken whisper. He froze, breathing heavily. Just like that, the air between us changed. His lips hovered above my skin, but he didn’t move. His hands tensed against my waist. I was panting. Dizzy. The heat hadn’t left—