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 nervesI slipped into his car, the black leather seats cool against my skin, the faint scent of cedar and cologne enveloping me as we sped off. I tried to focus on the road ahead, but my gaze betrayed me, drifting towards him more times than I’d like to admit.His eyes were fixed on the road, sharp and focused, while his large, veiny hands gripped the steering wheel with a quiet intensity. For a split second, an image of those hands gripping my neck instead flashed through my mind, sending an uninvited throb straight between my thighs.“No, no, no,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head to dispel the thought. I forced my eyes back to the road, willing the heat pooling inside me to fade. But it didn’t.Curiosity got the better of me, and I stole another glance, pretending to be interested in something on his side of the road. My eyes lingered on the sharp angle of his jaw, trailing down his broad chest, and finally landing on the unmistakable bulge in his groin. It was impossible to m
Noah’s POVThe meeting passed in a blur, but my problem wasn’t keeping track of the details—it was keeping my eyes off her. Every glance in her direction was a test of my self-control. It took everything in me not to grab Nana, pull her into a room, and fuck every ounce of sadness Simon had caused out of her. I couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop imagining what it’d feel like to have Nana pinned against the nearest wall, her breathless gasps filling the space between us. The way her blouse hugged her tits, her nipples poking out a little, teasing just enough to make me clench my fists under the table—God, it drove me insane. Her clothes clung to her in all the right ways, outlining curves that could drive a saint to sin.Her delicate collarbone peeked out from beneath her neckline, and all I could think about was trailing my lips across it, down further until I tasted every inch of her skin and the way her lips parted slightly as she was concentrated? It was criminal.Her brown ha
Her grip on my arm tightened as she laughed softly, her confidence flickering like a flame. “The kind that makes you forget everything else,” she whispered, her lips dangerously close to mine.But forgetting wasn’t an option—not with Nana’s face still burned into my mind. I eventually gave in to Maddy’s requests but even as I entertained her games, and the image of amber eyes and a bright smile haunted me.Many hours later, Maddy and I stood at the edge of the rooftop balcony, letting the cool breeze crash against our faces. Behind us, the muffled sounds of laughter and music carried on, but I wasn’t paying attention. My eyes were glued to the city lights sprawling beneath us, but my mind, as always, drifted back to her.I couldn’t stop myself, not now, not ever. Every part of me ached for her, yet I was stuck watching her waste her life with Simon. The thought alone made my blood boil.“So, big guy…” Maddy’s raspy voice pulled me from my thoughts. She swirled the blue liquid in her
Nana’s POV What did I do wrong this time? The thought clawed at me, relentless and unrestrained. My nails dug into my palms as I sat before my monitor, stacks of contracts waiting for my signature, documents piling up. Yet, I could barely breathe. Simon was angry at me again. I didn’t even know why. After the meeting, I had tried to talk to him, but he’d barely spared me more than a curt response. Cold. Distant. Detached. He didn’t even try to hide his displeasure. Every minute in the car with him had been more suffocating than the last, like I was trapped in a space shrinking around me. I wanted to lash out. I wanted to scream, to shake him and demand that he tell me what I had done this time. But I wasn’t ready to be completely shut out again—to endure more days of his silent treatment, his cruel indifference. We had made love last night. I had thought—for a fleeting moment—that things were finally getting better. That maybe, just maybe, he still wanted me. But the way
The drive home was nothing short of torture. Every shift of my thighs sent another pulse of heat between them, the bumps in the road jolting through me, friction sparking with each movement. No matter how tightly I crossed my legs, the silk of my stockings hissed like a secret, and my body refused to calm. I was losing—losing to something dark, something wrong. God, he’s doing this on purpose. I could feel his gaze burning into me from the driver’s seat, amusement simmering beneath those deep green eyes. His hands flexed over the wheel, the veins in his forearms shifting with each controlled turn. His shirt, still undone at the collar, exposed the barest glimpse of his toned chest. My breath hitched before I could stop it. God. Stop looking at him. But I couldn’t. I clenched my hands into fists in my lap, nails biting into my palms. My stomach coiled, shame and need tangling into one wretched, delicious mess. By the time we pulled up to my house, I practically launched m
Noah>> I should have left earlier. Should have walked away the second she pulled her hands from mine, the second she whispered it’s nothing like she wasn’t crumbling right in front of me. But I stayed. Because every time she looked at me with those wide, conflicted eyes, I knew—I was winning. She wanted me. Even if she fought it, she wanted me. And fuck, I wanted her more. The moment I stepped into my car, my hands tightened around the wheel, knuckles white. My jaw clenched. My entire body was wired, tight with the tension of restraint. Her scent lingered in my car. I drove away from Nana’s house like a man fleeing a crime scene, her vanilla-and-sweat perfume clinging to the leather seats, her stifled whimpers still echoing in my skull. Pathetic, I told myself. You had her shaking in your arms, and you walked away. I could still feel her. The way she shuddered when I touched her. The way she inhaled sharply when I got too close. The way she looked at me like she was
“We were fine yesterday, but now you won’t even look at me,” I murmured, my thumb brushing a stray curl behind her ear. She shuddered—good—but held my gaze, the defiant mask slipping just enough to reveal the crack beneath. “I thought Dad said you were joining him out of state,” she said, her voice steadier than her trembling hands. I smirked, pressing closer, crowding her against the counter. “Why would I leave when the best lessons are here?” My knee nudged between hers, not enough to bruise, just enough to remind her I know. “Watching you work… it’s educational.” Her breath hitched, the lie Simon and I are fine dying on her tongue. I could still smell my cologne on her skin from last night’s drive home, still see the ghost of my fingerprints on her waist. The machine beeped, jolting her into motion. She spun away, fumbling with her teacup, but I caught her wrist, pressing her palm flat against the granite. “Careful,” I purred, nodding at the scalding steam. “You’ll b
Simon’s POV The whiskey was doing nothing. I rolled my glass between my fingers, watching the amber liquid catch the dim light of the bar. It should have burned. Should have numbed something. But nothing touched me anymore. Not liquor. Not sex. Not even her. I ran my tongue along my teeth, jaw tightening at the thought of my wife—my beautiful, naïve wife—sitting at home, probably curled up in my sheets, waiting for me like a good little thing. The thought should have pleased me. Should have filled me with something close to satisfaction. But it only made me restless. Because she was too good for me. And I fucking hated it. I could have shattered her by now. Could have broken her down into the shape I wanted, could have molded her into something less… pure. But every time I came close, every time I reached for her with the full weight of my darkness, I stopped. She was still untarnished. And I resented her for it. Because no matter how cruel I was—no matter how many
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—