Why cheat on her if you loved her this much?
Jason’s POV I never intended for Alexandra to become such an integral part of my life. When we first got together, it was purely physical. Our relationship started and continued for one reason alone—sex. I was in college, young, and hopelessly infatuated with Skylar, a girl who consumed my thoughts day and night. But I could never find the courage to tell her how I felt. “Jason, are you even listening?” Alexandra’s voice broke through my reverie. “Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking,” I replied, forcing a smile. “About what?” she asked, her eyes probing mine for a deeper connection. “Just... random stuff,” I lied. In reality, I was thinking about Skylar, as I often did. Even after two years with Alexandra, Skylar’s memory haunted me. I had graduated from college, and with it, any hope of confessing my feelings to Skylar had disappeared. I couldn’t even bring myself to speak to her once. Graduation brought a harsh sense of finality. Realizing that Skylar was out of reach, I tri
Jason’s POV I thought I could get on with the life I had built with Alexandra. It was a comfortable life, filled with luxuries and stability. She was kind, beautiful, and supportive. Yet, beneath the surface, there was a tension between us that never seemed to go away. “Jason, why do you keep avoiding the topic of marriage?” Alexandra asked one evening as we sat in the dining room of my penthouse. The table was set with a gourmet meal, prepared by the private chef I had hired to make the evening special. “I don’t know, Alexandra. I guess I just don’t feel ready yet,” I replied, avoiding her gaze. “You’ve been saying that for years. What are you really afraid of?” she pressed, her voice tinged with frustration. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. How could I tell her that I wanted kids, but she couldn’t provide that? How could I tell her that her constant pressure for marriage only made me feel more trapped? “It’s complicated,” I said finally. “I just need more time.”
The weeks that followed were eerily uneventful. It was as though Jason had dropped off the face of the earth after his unsettling threats to become a happy family with Skylar, and their sons. Skylar settled back into her routine, trying to push the memory of Jason’s sudden reappearance and determination to the back of her mind. She focused on her children, her job, and her budding relationship with Pietro, who had been a comforting presence through it all. One Thursday, Skylar decided to invite Jason’s parents over. She wanted to catch up with them and inform them about Jason’s unexpected advance and sudden retreat. It was a rare sunny day in New York, and Skylar had set up a lovely spread in the backyard. With Emilio at work, the boys and Valentina were playing on the lawn, as it was a school holiday, their laughter filling the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil Skylar felt inside. “Mom, Dad, thank you so much for coming,” Skylar greeted warmly as James and Catherine stepped int
A couple of days later, Skylar finally managed to reconnect with Megan, a close friend from college. The reunion was filled with excitement as Megan hauled Skylar to her home, where her husband, Tom, another member of their college friend circle, greeted her warmly, their two years old son, on his hips. “Skylar! It’s so good to see you after all these years!” Megan exclaimed, hugging her tightly again as they settled down in the living room. Skylar smiled, feeling a comforting wave of nostalgia. “It’s great to see you too, Megan. And you, Tom. Who’s this cutie?” Tom grinned. “It’s been too long. This is Taylor, our fourth child and the only boy. The others are out with their uncle. So, what have you been up to since we graduated? How have been?” Skylar kept her response simple, although her smile dampened a little at the reminder of what her life had become. “Well, I got married but divorced four years ago. I have two boys from that marriage. They’re the best things that have h
A couple of days later, Skylar finally managed to reconnect with Megan, a close friend from college. The reunion was filled with excitement as Megan hauled Skylar to her home, where her husband, Tom, another member of their college friend circle, greeted her warmly, their two years old son, on his hips. “Skylar! It’s so good to see you after all these years!” Megan exclaimed, hugging her tightly again as they settled down in the living room. Skylar smiled, feeling a comforting wave of nostalgia. “It’s great to see you too, Megan. And you, Tom. Who’s this cutie?” Tom grinned. “It’s been too long. This is Taylor, our fourth child and the only boy. The others are out with their uncle. So, what have you been up to since we graduated? How have been?” Skylar kept her response simple, although her smile dampened a little at the reminder of what her life had become. “Well, I got married but divorced four years ago. I have two boys from that marriage. They’re the best things that ha
Pietro’s kisses began to trail up her thighs, each touch igniting a spark of desire. He took his time, his lips exploring every inch of her skin, his hands gently parting the sheets as they moved closer. Skylar shivered, her body trembling with anticipation. “Relax, my love,” Pietro whispered, his breath warm against her skin. “Let me take care of you.” Skylar felt Pietro’s kisses inch closer, his mouth moving with deliberate, tender strokes. Her breath hitched as he settled himself between her legs, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. “Pietro,” she breathed, her voice a mix of need and longing. He smiled, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her inner thighs. “Shh, just feel,” he said softly, lowering his mouth to her most intimate place. Skylar gasped, her hands clutching the sheets as Pietro’s tongue began its magic. Each movement was slow and purposeful, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. “You taste incredible,” he wh
James and Catherine Reynolds sat in their living room, the atmosphere thick with unspoken concerns. They exchanged troubled glances, each grappling with the reality of their son’s troubling behavior. They had been brooding over their conversation with Skylar and couldn’t help but feel guilty for the troubles their son had her go through. James broke the silence, his voice heavy with resolve. “We need to confront Jason, Catherine. This has gone too far. Maybe he’ll listen to us this time,” James said, his expression resolute. Catherine nodded, though her eyes were filled with hope and dread. “I just want him to understand that Skylar needs to be free to pursue her future. She deserves happiness.” They invited Jason over for dinner, hoping a familiar, comfortable setting might make him more receptive. Jason arrived at his parents’ home, greeted by the comforting smells of Catherine’s cooking. The dinner table was set with familiar dishes, a scene meant to evoke warmth and nostalg
Jason stormed to Skylar’s front door, his rage bubbling over. He began banging on the door, demanding that she open up. He pounded on the door with both fists, shouting, “Skylar! Open up! We need to talk!” The noise echoed through the quiet house, startling everyone inside. Skylar and Pietro, who had been peacefully drifting off to sleep, woke up disoriented. Pietro glanced at the clock. “Who the hell could that be at this hour?” Skylar’s heart raced. “I have a bad feeling about this. I think it’s Jason. Oh my God, what is he doing here?” Before they could gather their thoughts, Emilio, burst into the room. “Are you guys okay? Someone’s pounding on the door like a maniac.” Skylar and Pietro exchanged worried glances. Thankfully, they were both dressed decently, having cleaned up and redressed after their intimate bonding just hours ago. Together, the three headed down the stairs, only to be met by the frightened faces of Sophia, Valentina, Jared and Lorenzo. “Mommy, what