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
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
Sarah's heels clicked loudly against the floor of her dark apartment as Sarah tread back and forth, holding tightly onto her phone, with the cryptic messages seared into her brain. "Jayla isn't the only one with secrets." Words cut into her like a knife through confidence so laboriously built. And she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her every move, someone dangerous.The possibilities swirled in her mind. Who was behind these messages? Axel? Not likely. He did not need to spook her like this, not when he also benefited from their arrangement. But the idea that someone else, someone outside her control, pulled the strings left her cold.Her glass of wine remained untouched on the counter; she didn't dare pour another, not now, not when her head needed to stay sharp. Whoever this unknown force was, they were playing a dangerous game, and Sarah would be damned if she let them win.Her phone buzzed again within the grasp of her palm.Unknown Number: "Tick tock, Sarah.
Jayla's hand had been shaking the whole time as she finally hit the lock on the screen of her phone and buried it deep in her pocket as if it would make the message go away. She stepped out into the chill late evening breeze that bit into her skin as she entered the parking lot of the hospital while passing headlights blurred into a kaleidoscope of color as her mind whirled with two questions: Who? How?She had planned it down to the last letter. The timing and the setup were all supposed to be perfect. Instead, that message, dripping with sarcasm, whispered against the back of her neck, as if someone had begun to unwrap the layers of her plans and were giggling at what lay beneath.But who could it be? Sarah? No. Jayla hadn't caught any hints that Sarah was suspicious of her, and she had always seemed more focused on Jasmine anyway. Axel? The thought sent a ripple of doubt through her. He was cunning enough to play a double game, but why?Jayla clenched her teeth, forcing herself to
Jayla paced her room; her thoughts were turbulent as the storm raged within her heart. She had fisted her hands by her sides, her jaw set tight in anger as memories of that party replayed themselves in her mind like a broken record. The smugness radiating from Jasmine grated on her like fingernails on a chalkboard, as did Jade's incessant trying to play mediator. It was infuriating how Jade always came off as the calm, neutral sister, yet somehow she had a knack for keeping them all under her thumb, pretending she wasn't part of the chaos she secretly fueled.Jayla sat on the edge of her bed-no, perched, like a predator waiting for exactly the right moment to strike. Her gaze flickered toward her laptop, the messages glowing on the screen, anonymous. "Do it right, and no one will suspect you." In her mind, those sounded like a whispered encouragement for her plan. The tension in the house had built up, like a pressure cooker, over weeks, and Jayla knew just how she could use that.Jad
Anger brewed inside her like a silent storm as Jayla stared at the screen of her laptop, her fingers frozen above the keyboard. The voice message replayed in her head like a tape, each word lighting another spark to the ones that had already been lit. Jasmine and Jade had teamed up, didn't she. Her sisters. She bit into her teeth as humiliation replayed in her head, giggles, murmurs, and judgmental stares. They had planned her downfall, and now they were going to pay. But not with the petty games they had gotten so used to. This time, Jayla would play for keeps. Her eyes had fallen on the anonymous message displayed on her phone: "Time to even the odds." Shivers ran down her spine, as that just fed determination she simply could not avoid. Whoever this was, he certainly seemed to understand the amount of anger and needed some payback; it sounded almost like a voice into her most hidden soul part. A plan was beginning to formulate in Jayla's mind-the crystallization of her thought
Jade paced around her room, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet. The dim light emanating from her night lamp itself had a slight flutter to it, casting eerie shadows across the walls. Her fingers toyed with one hanging thread of her cardigan, telling all the turmoil brewing inside. The mayhem of the party had left her restlessness, yet exhilarating all the same. Well done: Jayla's embarrassment was all but choreographed to the poetic script of events. Of course, Jade wasn't feeling all that happy. Not just yet, anyway.It still echoes within her mind from the call of tonight, a haunting melody-a symphony of smooth calculations thrown across. It would revert to the voice in her brain to confirm everything apparently working for her and let Jade know that she was indeed no pawn but at play as a puppeteer.Jade had been in the middle of rearranging the books on her shelf when her phone buzzed on the desk behind her. She let it ring twice before answering, deliberately slow.“Hello?”
Jayla's Brewing StormAs Jade furiously set into her notebook-her plotting mind piecing together how to bring the sisters down-Axel had set the stage for the next act in this dark theatre of theirs, and that was the playground: an exclusive party. Paranoia, for Sarah, was not good enough; she wanted to see annihilation, the bond between them sisters completely devastated.At the cafe, Sarah drummed her fingers on her coffee mug as Axel outlined this elaborate scheme for the public humiliation of Jayla. But Sarah had a whole lot more in her ambitious tank than Axel did: She wanted them to do worse than just fight-she wanted them to destroy each other.She took a step forward as she smirked, her voice a purr. "Axel, good, the Jasmine look-alike idea, but it's too. Tame. In case Jayla wakes up somewhere strange, humiliated, sure, she will suspect Jasmine. But what if we go further?Axel's eyebrow arched, intrigued, yet a tad guarded. "Further how?The smile now spreading on Sarah's face
The next morning, Sarah leaned against the kitchen counter in her sleek apartment, sipping her coffee. Her phone whirred with a new message, breaking the early-morning stillness. She set her mug down and unlocked the screen, reading Axel's cryptic text from the night before.Axel's Message:"There was a hitch, but that need not affect a thing. Tomorrow, let's meet. We must make certain next steps are understood."A small, knowing smirk curled her lips. She wasn't surprised that Axel's plan had hit a hitch. He was methodical but reckless in the execution. Still, it didn't matter: the damage was done - Jayla's paranoia would fester and she'd doubtless lash out at her sisters.She sent him a reply right away.Sarah's Message:"11 AM, usual place. Won't tolerate your latecomer stunt."The next step of their scheme whirred in Sarah's mind. Jayla's ordeal at the party had gone just far enough to stir the pot. Now it was time to double down. They needed to widen the divide between the triple