He hastily undresses, his hands shaking as he fumbles with his buttons and zippers,his chest heaves with ragged breaths, and sweat glistens on his forehead, trickling down his temples in tiny rivulets, as he rushes inside the bathroom.
He stands in front of the mirror, stroking off his makeup, revealing his real face; a sly grin spread across his lips.
He turns on the shower, letting the water cascade over his body, erasing any remnants. He wraps himself in a bathrobe leaving no trace of what had transpired.
He opens the door and she instantly wraps her arms around him, their lips meeting in a hot steamy kiss.
"Baby, what took you so long?" I've been knocking for a while now she says, her voice laced with a playful, impatient tone.
He replies, a beam flashing across his face, “I just got back from work and decided to take a quick shower.”
She pulls him closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispers, “You didn't wait for me,” her hands roaming over his body, teasingly close to his groin.
With a growl, he grabs her, pushing her onto the bed slowly; he undoes her clothes, his hands gliding under her panties. She moans softly. “Please don't stop. I want more”.
He sneers, his voice a low command, "Say my name."
She gasps, "My fiancé..."
"Not that," he murmurs, beginning to pull away, but she grabs him, forcefully pulling him back.
"My sexy beast," she breathes, "my sexy beast."
"Say it louder," he demands in a soft tone, his hands already deep within her. He takes off his robe, kissing her neck passionately as he enters her.
Suddenly, his phone rings.
"Fuck," he curses under his breath, annoyed. Reluctantly, he shifts her panties back into place, covers her, and ties his bathrobe before picking up the call.
"Hey, Brock," the voice on the other end says.
"Hey, Liam," he replies, his voice strained with lingering frustration
Guess what Liam says, a hint of mischief, Axel retorts, a playful edge in his voice.
"I'm not in the mood for guessing." He glances at his woman who is now looking at him with a mix of curiosity Sorry just a moment he says holding the phone to his ear Liam could sense a hint of frustration in his tone feeling a bit guilty- he quickly apologize, sorry man if I interrupted any of your quality time but I just got two tickets to Elysium Arts Gallery the most expensive art gallery in town Axel's mood shifted instantly.
“What?” he exclaimed, feeling his interest piqued, that's the most exclusive art gallery- invitation only! How did you manage that?
Liam grinned pleased with himself remember the guy I told you my sister is dating: turns out her boyfriend is Mr. William's cousin The guy whose father owns the Art gallery she pulled some strings, and voila, I got an invitation since you're one of my oldest friends and my buddy I'd love for you to join me I would have invited Audrey too but I only got two tickets Axel grin widened, "No problem I understand".
He hung up, his cheeks still stretched in a grin. Audrey, watching him closely, waited for a sign that Axel might be upset. However, his expression made it clear the call had been good news.
As Axel settled into the bed, he filled her in on the conversation. "What? That's amazing!" Audrey exclaimed, meditating her excitement quickly followed by a teasing pout; but what about my ticket? She asked, her face turning a little gloomy.
Axel sighed softly, pulling her close baby. You know I would love to take you. I know how much you've always wanted to go. But he only got two tickets and he's giving me the other one.
He kissed her gently, adding in a soft tone, please don't be upset. Audrey chuckled playfully, elbowing him. No, I'm not angry, she reassured him. They both settled down, drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, Jayla woke up feeling refreshed and excited. As she stretched, her phone flickering in the rays of the morning sun, Axel's name stared at her, and her heart skipped a beat. "Good morning, Jayla," the message read. "Want to grab some coffee?”
Her heart raced with excitement as she typed back, trying to sound casual; sure, when and where? Axel suggested a downtown coffee shop, and she agreed.
As she got ready for their meeting she couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves... Is this a date?
She found herself thinking she didn't care she was just thrilled to see him again but what if she tripped and spilled coffee all over him or worse, what if we had nothing to talk about After her thoughts lingered in her mind Jayla took a deep breath smoothing her dress and gathering all her stuff she gave one look at her cozy bedroom just to make sure all is in order; and heads out to meet Axel.
She had been looking forward to this moment all day the time came as she stepped out into the bustling streets the city was alive and Jayla could feel its every buzzing in her veins she moved with a sense of determination, her feet carrying her down towards the downtown coffee shop when Axel awaits her finally she turns a corner and Jayla arrive at the cozy coffee shop her heart racing with excitement!
She scanned the room and saw Axel’s charming smile as he was flirtatious and waved her over.
Her feet moved effortlessly towards him, her senses heightened as she took in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, and the soft hum of Jazz music in the background she felt her heart flutter in her chest as Axel rose to his feet for her, his eyes crinkling at the corners of.
Hi Jayla, he said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. “You look stunning today.” Jayla's cheeks flushed at the sight of Axel's good-looking features: his dark hair was perfectly messy, and his eyes sparkled with warmth.
As they sat, she couldn't help but note how the soft light danced across his features, highlighting his sharp jaw and full lips. A skitter of nerves swirled in her tummy, but Axel's easy smile set her at ease.
The coffee shop was bustling with activity, yet the table they sat near the window felt intimate, surrounded by the gentle bustle of conversation and the clinking of cups. Axel ordered for them, Musing over their lattes, Axel leaned in and gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind Jayla's ear, his finger grazing her skin and sending shivers down her spine.
The touch was electric and Jayla's pulse fluttered widely as she met Axel's gaze, his burning with a soft, smoldering intensity. In no time they were sipping their lattes rich in flavor and creamy texture, a perfect complement to their conversation.
As they talked, Jayla couldn't help but get swept up in Axel's eyes. The way they sparkled with amusement, the way they crinkled at the corners when he smiled, it was like she was drowning in their depths.
She felt like she was seeing glimpses of a secret world, one that only revealed itself when he laughed or smiled. The world around them melted away, leaving only two of them, suspended in a moment of connection.
The background noise of the coffee shop faded into the distance and all Jayla could hear was Axel's low, smooth croon casting a spell around her. She felt herself leaning in , drawn into warmth radiated from his body.
Time stood still as they sipped their coffee, the world slowing to a gentle crawl. In that moment, Jade knew she was irretrievably smitten.
As they finished their lattes, Axel reached out, his fingers wrapping around hers in a soft, caressing touch. "Thanks for today, Axel," she said, her heartbeat still racing from their encounter.
Axel leaned over, his lips grazing her cheek. "Anytime, Jayla. Take care." Jayla smiled but knew she needed to get home, and the reluctance in her was so real. "I need to get going," she said with an edge of sadness in her voice.
"I'll walk you out," he suggested, and as their palms brushed, she felt an arc of electricity. They walked out of the coffee shop into the evening air-the smell of flowers still blooming in the air.
Jayla watched as Axel vanished into the crowd, her heart still fluttering. She went home, lost in thought.
As soon as she enters the apartment, she places her bag near the door. She walks directly into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
Suddenly, an excited scream erupts from the living room. "Ahh!"Startled, Jayla and Jasmine rushes in, their hearts pounding and eyes widening as they turn and see.
"Jade let out a scream that reverberated through the house, her face radiating pure joy. 'What happened?' Jasmine asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. "I just got an invitation from Elysium Arts Gallery, the one I've been longing for,'Jade replied, her voice quivering with excitement." "Oh my God, Jade, that's incredible!" Jasmine exclaimed, rushing over to hug her. Congratulations, my baby! I knew you could do it. Jayla chimed in, her smile warm. So, what are you going to wear to the event? Jade's cheeks flushed happily. I haven't decided yet, probably the top I bought at Louis Vuitton when we went shopping," she replied, her heart brimming with gratitude. She felt so blessed to have sisters who were always there for her, lifting her with so much love and support. As Jayla walked upstairs, her mind still buzzing with excitement about a coffee date with Axel, Jasmine's gaze followed her, noticing how springy her steps had been lately and how often she smiled these days. “Hey
She opened the door to find her sister standing in the hallway, Jasmine looked slightly flustered but managed to smile, “Hey Jayla, can you go to the grocery store and pick up a few things?" "I'm in the middle of cooking Dad's soup and don't want to leave it unattended.” Jayla blinked, still tangled from where her thoughts had been. “Oh, sure, just give me the list,” she said, reaching for the list in Jasmine's hand.She glanced briefly at the list, then looked down at her dress, smoothing it in front of the mirror.As she adjusted her dress in front of her mirror, Jasmine's voice grew softer. “You know, I'm worried about you.” Jayla turned, her gaze meeting Jasmine’s eyes in the mirror. “Worried about what?” Jasmine stepped closer, her face stern. “You seem different these days. You know, happier but also I don't know, a little distant.” Jayla's smile faltered slightly “It’s just I'm still getting to know him. But I like him, Jasmine, he's different.” Jasmine nodded thoughtfully.
Jayla lingered beside the herb stall far longer than was called for, her gaze set on where Jade had disappeared a few moments past.The bustling market seemed to close in around her, the vibrant voices of vendors calling out their last deals of the day blurring into a distant hum. She could still see Jade's figure etched in her mind-her sister's shoulders drawn tight, her steps quick, purposeful. Too purposeful.*Why hadn't she said that she would be here?* Jayla thought, the idea nipping at her like a flea. They shared almost everything she had thought. A twirl of unease curled in her stomach as she turned back to the herb stall, fingers tracing the edges of a bunch of parsley without really seeing it.The heavy phone in her pocket seemed to reverberate with Jasmine's call, still ringing in her ears, but it was something entirely different that held her attention. Jayla couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. She could almost feel it like a thick, invisible thread tuggi
The plates clattered softly as the triplets moved in sync, cleaning up after the dinner they had shared with their family. Within the air remained the warmth of laughter and conversation, though Jayla couldn’t shake off the feeling gnawing at her since earlier in the evening. In gold, soft, the kitchen was aglow, faintly scented with roasted chicken and spices.Jade wiped her hands on the dish towel and smiled to herself, her voice light. "I just love Sarah. She's such a sweet person. I don't know what we would do without her."Jasmine, who was drying a plate, nodded in agreement with her sister. "Yeah, she's practically family.We're so lucky to have her. Honestly, I can't imagine what life would be like without her now."Jayla's hands moved mechanically; her fingers wrapped around plates and utensils as if on autopilot. Her mind, however, was far from the lighthearted chatter between her sisters. Instead, it was back in the fading light of the evening, watching Sarah walk out the d
Axel jerkily pulled the phone away from his ear, cutting the call with Jayla mid-conversation. With his heart racing, he turned toward Audrey, his fiancée, who was at the door, her arms crossed, suspicion clear in her eyes."To whom were you talking to?" Audrey asked this time more softly, but still laced with curiosity.Axel thought fast and put his best smile to diffuse the tension: "Oh, it's nothing. You know this shopping mall I work at? They want to throw a party, and I suggested, 'Why not do it at the beach?' I was talking with a colleague about that.Audrey's brow furrowed a moment longer, suspicion yet in her gaze. Axel's heart pounded against his chest as he worked to will the calmness down into his limbs, his lips curling into a well-rehearsed smile. It was an instant change in mood; Audrey softened, her head lighter now as she laughed-the wave of her hand dismissed the matter.Ah, that's all? I was starting to think you were planning on keeping some kind of secret from me.
As the dusk had encased around the beach. The sun slipped below the horizon, enveloping the water with streaks of orange afterglow. She stood by the car, caught by the tail end of the day—it was just perfect with Axel. The soft breeze tugged at her hair, but she barely noticed, lost in streams inside her mind.Axel stood beside her, his hands in his pocket, looking as relaxed as the calmness of the whole day that they had shared. He looked down at her with a smile, sincerity oozing from his tone. "I had a great time today, Jayla."Jayla returned the smile, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Me too," she said softly. "Thanks for everything. It was. perfect."Axel’s smile widened. He stepped a little closer, leaning in just enough to make her heart skip. For a second, she wondered if he might kiss her. Instead, he reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers grazing her cheek lightly. “You’re something else, Jayla.”Her breath caught, and she felt wei
Jayla waited, her heart starting to pound in the quiet between them. The air felt thick in the hallways, hanging suspended like it would take just one wrong word and this fragile moment would shatter. She could see it in the way Jasmine's face seemed even more drawn in the morning light, the way bruises stood in vivid relief against her pale skin. It wasn't just the physical marks. It was in the hunch of her shoulders, in the quiver of her lips, that she tried to speak words that she did not want to.Jasmine crossed her arms tightly hugging herself as if to hold on. For a moment, Jayla thought that she would wheel back, slam the door shut, and withdraw once more. Instead, Jasmine exhaled abruptly, as if forcing herself to let go of something she had held in too long.Jayla gestured with her head to the little chair at the end of the hall. "Let's sit," she whispered low and soft, though inside her, she was terrified-terrified of what Jasmine might say, terrified of what it may mean.The
Jayla, Jade, and Jasmine sat huddled together on the couch, lost in their thoughts. A movie was playing, but each of the three paid no attention. Jasmine leaned her head against Jayla's shoulder, and her chest rose and fell to some uneven, slow rhythm. Jade, curled at the far end, drew her knees in under her arms and looked up at the screen and both of them now and then.Daylight no longer beamed strongly but rather spilled orange and gold through the curtains in the last rays of the sun. This cast the room into a warm, hazy light, yet as full of brightness as the room now was to fill it with light, heaviness did not fade.Jayla shifted a little, moved so Jasmine could lean more comfortably against her. She had no idea how long they'd sat there-it felt like hours-but she didn't mind. It was quiet. Jasmine hadn't said much since her conversation upstairs, and that was okay. Jayla could feel the tension still thrumming beneath her sister's skin, the weight of her experience settling int
The next evening, Jayla sat down her cross-legged on her bed, a glass of water in one hand and her phone in the other. The soft hum of the ceiling fan did little for the silence marshaling its forces against her. Her fingers hovered over Axel's contact name. They hadn't spoken since that night party, the drinks, the indistinct memory of his worried face as he hailed her a cab. Her thumb finally pressed "Call." The ringing felt eternal before Axel's voice crackled through the speaker. "Jayla?" Axel sounded surprised. "Hey… it's been a while." Jayla smiled faintly, leaning back against her headboard. "Yeah, it has. I wasn't sure you'd pick up." "Of course, I would. You kinda disappeared after… everything. How are you? You sound different." Jayla's smile faltered. "I was in the hospital, Axel. I… I was poisoned. Almost died. The line went dead. She could hear Axel's hitched breath. "Poisoned?" he repeated, his voice low, slow, measured. "Jesus, Jayla. Are you okay now? Do you--do
Jayla’s chest heaved as she stood frozen in the doorway of Room 408, the sight of Axel slumped on the bed and Jade standing beside him sending white-hot fury coursing through her veins. “Jayla,” Jade purred, her voice mocking as she leaned casually against the bedpost. “I didn’t think you’d show up. Brave of you.” Axel stirred; still groggy, his eyes tried to take better focus. "Jayla, wait.it's not what you think—" "Not what I think?" Jayla crackled her tone as her shaking fists jammed beside her. "You're in bed with her, Axel. Her! After all that we had gone through?" Jade scoffed, each of her words sharp and biting. "Oh, don't be so stunned, Jayla. Probably, if your nose were not constantly up your asshole, then maybe, just maybe you might have seen it coming. The words were gasoline to the fire running rampant inside her body. She strode closer, each step more adamant, her voice going louder. "You manipulative little-" With a quick dodge to her advance and strength that was a
Jade's Hotel Room — Midnight The room was pitch black except for the bleeding light of the city through diaphanous curtains. She sat at the end of a king bed, soft light befalling her face from the phone in her hand, one leg over the other. Lying beside her, Axel was spread across the bed, his shirt unbuttoned, his breathing deep but irregular since the drug she'd slipped into his wine still did its work of keeping him very sluggish and unaware of what was happening around him. A sly smile played upon Jade's red lips, curled as they were hand-flipping the pictures she had managed to click throughout, each frame showing something sensual, well-thought-of with calculation. Her hands were over Axel's chest, rubbing casually across his bearded cheek snaps told it all sans loud words of recognition for proximity. Her gaze shifted to the figure that lay before her, serene and soft-as-a-petal in his sleep. "Time now for the thickening of the plot." She clicked the Messaging app first to
The silence of the house enveloped Axel as he stepped inside, the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla comforting perfume so frail in nature wafting through it. Soft light spilled from the living room, casting warmth against the chill of the emotional vacuum that had filled him.As his eyes acclimatized to the brightness, he saw her there: Audrey.She had been curled on the couch, her body sheathed in one of his immense sweaters from her miniature body, and flowed right down her back, where long red hair gave a cascade when the fuming teacup heated her hands.Then she'd raised her gaze, and now her eyes just met Axel."Ach Axel." She sighed soft,.And before another word could escape his lips, Audrey was pressed against him, her face buried in his chest, her fingers digging into his shirt as though he'd disappear if she loosened her grasp."I thought you weren't coming back," she choked.Axel’s throat tightened as the guilt pressed against his chest like a weight he couldn’t lift off,
Outside the Café, moments after the Ultimatum, Axel staggered to his car, the night chilly and nibbling on skin that felt nothing. His head was spinning on a roll-out of control with that threat of Sarah inside his head.The image on her phone imprinted into the brain - damning evidence against him.He was holding on to the roof of his car, his head hung low, sharp, labored gasps of breath.She's mine now.It was his ringing phone that managed to wrench him back from that spiral of thoughts. His fingers moved over his pocket for his phone, as did his eyes, locking their focus on the screen.Audrey: "Baby, I miss you. You're back from your trip, aren't you? Cause I feel like I am freaking out. I need you."Audrey. His wife. The woman he'd promised to protect, to love.Axel sank his teeth hard as the knuckles whitened with the grip of his phone. He couldn't let her take down everything. Whichever way, a choice seemed to enslave him; every step to choke the breath out of his neck.He jam
The next evening, Jayla sat down her cross-legged on her bed, a glass of water in one hand and her phone in the other. The soft hum of the ceiling fan did little for the silence marshaling its forces against her. Her fingers hovered over Axel's contact name. They hadn't spoken since that night party, the drinks, the indistinct memory of his worried face as he hailed her a cab.Her thumb finally pressed "Call." The ringing felt eternal before Axel's voice crackled through the speaker."Jayla?" Axel sounded surprised. "Hey… it's been a while."Jayla smiled faintly, leaning back against her headboard. "Yeah, it has. I wasn't sure you'd pick up.""Of course, I would. You kinda disappeared after… everything. How are you? You sound different."Jayla's smile faltered. "I was in the hospital, Axel. I… I was poisoned. Almost died.The line went dead. She could hear Axel's hitched breath."Poisoned?" he repeated, his voice low, slow, measured. "Jesus, Jayla. Are you okay now? Do you--do you kno
Standing just beyond the threshold into Jayla's room, Jasmine felt her breath catch. This was to be the triumphant scene of a recovered Jayla, surrounded by concerned parents and Jade; instead, the weight in her chest grew heavier. She couldn't get past that glimpse of suspicion in her sister's eyes, nor the haunting question: Did she know?Jayla leaned back against her pillows, pale but alert. Her voice was still hoarse, but something in the quiet strength of her tone unnerved Jasmine. "It feels so strange… like someone wanted me gone."Mrs. Johnson hushed her daughter, stroking her hair tenderly. "Don't say such things, darling. It was an accident. Probably something you ate. You're fine now, and that's all that matters."Jayla's lips curled faintly into a smirk, a ghost of her usual confidence. Her sharp gaze shifted briefly toward the doorway to Jasmine and lingered there. "Accidents don't feel this deliberate, Mother."Jasmine's stomach churned violently. She dug her fingers into
Golden sun streams came through the window into the Johnson mansion to bathe the great dining room with its warmth. Three days since the accident had happened, and it is within the atmosphere brought along by such a situation in life. All was well but the surface of each heart seated on hot coals -and burned so much more under Jasmine's skin than any person could imagine.She sat at her vanity, brushing her hair in slow, deliberating strokes while her mind replayed events of the past week: screeching tires, the near miss with the car, and now Jade getting into an accident. The doubt in her mind as to Jayla's involvement in it all was first just a murmur, one she dismissed for paranoia. But now? Now it was a scream she could no longer ignore.The hand closed on the hairbrush in a grip that was almost crushing as the signs turned stark: Jayla had tried to kill her with the "accident" on the street and, failing that, had gone after Jade, tampering with her brakes. In Jasmine's blood, the
Jayla sat cross-legged on the plush velvet couch in the living room of the Johnson mansion, a smirk twisting her lips. The dim light from the antique chandelier above outlined features that were almost sinister. She swirled the wine in her hand absently, as if it was the glass that was the perfect metaphor of the chaos she had unraveled.She leaned back and blew a harsh breath, the thought running like sugar on fire in her head. It was almost too good. Jade lay in the hospital after that near-fatal car accident. She hadn't died-unfortunately-but was shaken enough to keep her off-balance."Not dead yet," Jayla muttered to herself, a hard smile tugging on her lips-" but shaken. That's good enough for now."She was pleased with that image of her sister being helpless, lying in that hospital bed-so meek and weak. The whole neighborhood had thought of Jade for all those years as the "peacemaker"-way too sweet and far too good. But Jayla knew better. Jade does have ambition, and with each p