Victoria sat by the window of Nelson's apartment, her fingers gripping the warm mug of tea he’d handed her hours ago. The skyline outside was a blur of lights, but her mind was somewhere else—stuck in the doorway where Gerald had stood, pleading with her. His voice still echoed in her ears, raw and broken.Nelson moved quietly in the background, and stood behind her. He had sensed her unease since Gerald’s departure, and though he didn’t say much, his presence was comforting. She appreciated it—but it didn’t stop the storm brewing in her chest.Finally, she set the mug down and turned toward him. “Make me forget him, please?”Nelson looked at her, his eyes darkened with lust. The vulnerability in her voice struck him deeply, stirring something primal within him. He stepped closer, his hands finding her shoulders. "I'm not only going to make you forget him, but also male sure you never forget me again, Toria" he said with a hoarse voice that made Toria shiver. She nodded, her breath
The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. Victoria stirred in Nelson's arms, her mind tugged from the haze of sleep by the familiar pang of unease. The warmth of his body beside her was comforting, yet her thoughts drifted back to Gerald—the heartbreak etched into his face as he stood in the doorway.She untangled herself carefully, not wanting to wake Nelson, and padded barefoot to the window. The city below bustled with life, oblivious to the turmoil in her heart. She wrapped her arms around herself, the chill of uncertainty seeping into her bones. Despite the sizziling sex she had with Nelson last night, it couldn't still take Gerald out of her thoughts. It felt odd to be here and not with Gerald.A soft rustle behind her made her turn. Nelson was awake, his dark eyes watching her with a mix of concern and longing. "You're up early," he said, his voice husky from sleep."I couldn’t sleep," she admitted, her gaze dropping to the floor.Nel
Victoria stepped out of the coffee shop, her heart heavy and her mind a swirl of emotions. Gerald’s words clung to her like a shadow, each step away from him feeling like a betrayal of the love they once shared.Her phone buzzed again. She pulled it from her bag, half expecting another message from Gerald. Instead, it was Nelson.Nelson: Back early. Dinner tonight?She hesitated before replying. Being with Nelson had become a way to escape her pain, but now it felt hollow. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard before she typed a short reply:Victoria: Sure.As she slipped the phone back into her bag, her thoughts returned to the strained conversation at the café. Gerald’s pain was raw and real, but his accusations still stung. How could he claim to still love her after what he’d done?The chill in the air bit at her cheeks as she walked toward her apartment. She needed to clear her head, to sort through the chaos.---Nelson was waiting for her when she got home, a bottle of wine open o
Victoria awoke the next morning to an empty bed. The space beside her was cold, the sheets undisturbed, as though Nelson had been gone for hours. Her body ached—a reminder of the night before—but her mind was restless. The unanswered questions from the text thread she’d glimpsed now gnawed at her thoughts.She reached for her phone, only to find Nelson’s still sitting on the nightstand. Her heart raced. He’d never leave it behind.Temptation won.Unlocking it with the code, she scrolled back to the messages with Mildred. The words on the screen froze her in place:Mildred: Don’t forget our agreement. You need to talk to Gerald.Her blood ran cold. What agreement? What were they hiding? And what does Gerald have to do with all of this?Nelson’s voice startled her, breaking the silence. “Looking for something?”Victoria turned to see him leaning casually against the doorframe, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were sharp, watching her ever
Victoria’s declaration hung in the air like a thunderclap. Nelson’s eyes widened, and his lips curled into a satisfied smirk, but she caught a flash of something darker—triumph.“Finally,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “You’re making the right choice, Toria. Gerald doesn’t deserve you or your loyalty.”“He doesn't,” she repeated, her voice shaking. “I need to take control of my life, my future. And my daughter’s.”Nelson stepped closer, his expression softening. “And I’ll be by your side every step of the way. Whatever you need.”But Victoria wasn’t ready to let her guard down. She stepped back, clutching the envelope like a shield. “I’ll handle this myself. I need to get custody of my baby, Nelson.”He nodded his head in agreement with het. “Of course. Whatever you want. I will get you the best lawyer.”Victoria looked away, her thoughts racing. The photograph in her hand was damning, and it gave her the ammunition she needed against Gerald. But it also raised more questions
Across town, Gerald paced in the park, his mind racing. The arranged meeting didn’t sit right with him. Victoria’s tone in the message was uncharacteristically curt, and her sudden urgency was a far cry from their last tense interaction. He had come prepared, though—he was going to tell her everything he knew that would definitely blow Nelson’s schemes wide open.At exactly 10 a.m., Gerald spotted Nelson approaching, his stride confident and deliberate. Gerald’s eyes narrowed. “Where’s Victoria?”Nelson’s smile was all charm, but his eyes carried a glint of malice. “She couldn't make it, she sent me instead. In the meantime, why don’t we cut to the chase? You’ve been lying to her, Gerald. Manipulating her. That ends today.”Gerald clenched his fists, his temper rising. “You don’t get to play the savior, Nelson. I know exactly what you’ve been doing—feeding her doubts, twisting her reality. She deserves the truth.”Nelson tilted his head, his smile widening. “The truth? That’s a subjec
Nelson’s words, brazen and unapologetic, sent a jolt through Victoria’s body. Her breath hitched as her heart began to race—not with anger, but with an undeniable spark of something deeper, something primal that she couldn’t ignore. His audacity, his raw confidence, and the sheer power in his tone ignited a fire within her, one she hadn’t felt in a long time.She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice, but it came out as a whisper. “Nelson…”He stepped closer, his presence commanding as he tilted her chin upward, his fingers grazing her skin. His voice softened, but the intensity remained. “You’re overthinking, Victoria. Let me remind you what it feels like to let go… to feel alive.”Her body betrayed her protests, leaning into his touch as her worries, fears, and doubts began to dissolve in the heat of the moment. His lips brushed hers, not with urgency but with a slow, deliberate claim that sent a shiver down her spine. The weight of her concerns faded away, replaced by a desperat
Gerald sat in the quiet café, his eyes glued to the entrance. He stirred his coffee absently, glancing at his watch for the fifth time in ten minutes. Victoria was late—later than she’d ever been for any of their previous meetings. His fingers drummed against the table as unease settled over him.She wouldn’t just not show up, he thought. Something’s wrong.The minutes dragged on, each one amplifying his worry. Finally, he pulled out his phone and dialed her number. The ringing seemed to stretch endlessly, each second tightening the knot in his chest.“Hello?” Victoria’s voice came through, sounding distant and flat.Relief flooded him for a brief moment. “Victoria! Where are you? I’ve been waiting for over an hour. Are you okay?”There was a pause—just long enough to make Gerald’s stomach churn. When she finally spoke, her voice was calm but cold, like a practiced script. “I won’t be coming, Gerald.”The words hit him like a punch to the gut. “What? Why? We agreed to talk, to clear th
The room fell silent, her words hanging heavily in the air. Nelson’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, the bouquet slipping slightly in his grip.“Is this about Gerald?” he asked angrily, his voice laced with pain.Victoria hesitated, then nodded. “Yes. I... I still love him. I thought I could move on, but I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”Nelson closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before setting the flowers down on the table. “I see,” he said softly. “I always knew a part of you was still with him. I just hoped...I just hoped you'll be smart enough not to go back to him.”Tears filled her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Nelson. You’ve been amazing, and you deserve someone who can give you their whole heart. I can’t do that right now.”He shook his head slowly, his face a mixture of anger and something else. “Thank you for being honest,” he said after a long pause. “But remember what I told you when you came back to me?"Victoria sighed. "Nelson..."He shushes her and stepped closer, "Alw
“Victoria, wait!” Becca called out, hurrying after her. Victoria didn’t stop, her heels clicking against the pavement as she strode to her car. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, and the faint sting of vulnerability.“Victoria, please!” Becca’s voice cracked, and something about the desperation in her tone made Victoria pause.She turned sharply, her eyes blazing. “What could you possibly have to say to me, Becca? That you’re just another one of Gerald’s flings?”Becca flinched as if struck. “It’s not what you think. Please, just hear me out.”Victoria folded her arms, her glare icy. “You’ve got thirty seconds.”Becca took a deep breath. “I’m not here because of Gerald. I’m here because I want to fix this mess between you two.”Victoria blinked, her anger wavering. “Fix? You show up unannounced, and I’m supposed to believe you’re playing matchmaker?”“Yes,” Becca said firmly. “Gerald didn’t call me here. I came because I see how miserable he is without you. And befo
Victoria couldn’t. The months of hurt, anger, and longing collided in that moment, and when he leaned in, she didn’t resist. His lips met hers, tentative at first, as though afraid she’d push him away. But when her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, the kiss deepened, growing more urgent.He swept her into his arms, carrying her to the couch as if the weight of their emotions couldn’t wait another second. They lost themselves in each other, the years of love and pain fueling their passion.Gerald's hands wandered, dipping into the bodice of her dress and tweaking her nipples, sliding beneath her skirt to skim her thighs. Victoria whimpered, as she kissed him with everything she had and when she finally touched her wet pussy with his fingers she exploded.Curling her fingers into his jeans, she yanked them past his hips down his thighs. Gerald kicked them off with hurried, efficient movements, not wasting a second, and Victoria smiled at his eagerness.His cock stood erect in
Victoria stared at Nelson, her mind reeling. His accusation against Becca was shocking, but something about his tone and body language didn’t sit right with her. She stepped back, needing space to think.“Becca didn’t mention that part,” she said carefully, her voice tinged with doubt. “Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier if it happened?”Nelson sighed, his expression pleading. “I didn’t want to upset you, Victoria. I thought I could handle it myself and keep the peace between you two. Clearly, she’s now trying to spin this to her advantage.”Victoria crossed her arms, her skepticism growing. “You expect me to believe she made advances at you and you kept quiet for my sake? It’s a little too convenient, Nelson.”Nelson’s jaw clenched, his frustration bubbling over. “Why are you questioning me? I’ve done everything to prove my love for you, but instead of trusting me, you’re taking the word of someone who has a history of trying to ruin your life.”Victoria’s gaze hardened. “Beca
Becca paced back and forth, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. Her mind was racing with everything she had just witnessed at Mildred's hotel room. The scene replayed in her head, and she couldn't shake the feeling that Victoria deserved to know the truth.With a deep breath, she unlocked her phone and scrolled to Victoria’s contact. For a moment, her finger hovered over the call button, uncertainty creeping in. It has been a while they spoke, and the last conversation wasn't nice. Will Victoria be willing to speak to her?Regardless, she pressed it, her resolve hardening as the line began to ring.“Becca?” Victoria’s voice came through, surprised but calm.“Victoria,” Becca said, her voice steady. “I need to talk to you. It’s about Nelson.”There was a pause on the other end before Victoria spoke again, her tone guarded. “What about him?”“It’s something I can’t discuss over the phone,” Becca replied, glancing at the clock. “Can we meet? It’s important.”Another pause, longer thi
As Nelson laid her on the bed, Mildred felt a rush of excitement. She knew that tonight was going to be different. Nelson's eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he gazed at her."I want to make you feel things you've never felt before," he whispered, his voice low and husky.Mildred's heart skipped a beat as Nelson began to undress her, his fingers tracing the curves of her body. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he kissed her neck, his lips sending waves of pleasure through her.Touching, kissing, licking, oh yes, all of the above. She wanted the full treatment, she deserved the full treatment. His fingers stroked her chin, along the line of her jaw. Her eyes slid closed, pleasure coursing through her veins at the simple yet effective touch. She watched him with earnest desire as his body crawl over hers until his face hovered above hers, his legs spread on either side of her hips. Id she lifted herself the slightest bit she would brush against his hard length, would feel hi
Mildred’s happiest moments were the hours Nelson spent with her, those fleeting instances when he chose her over everything else. She lived for the sound of his knock on her door, the way he smiled when she opened it, and the heat of his embrace. It was a joy she wouldn’t admit to anyone, not even herself sometimes, but it was there, burning like a wildfire in her chest.Her hotel room was modest, yet she made sure it was always perfect for him—a candlelit ambiance, soft music playing in the background, and her best dress hugging her curves. Nelson never stayed long, but those moments were hers, and she guarded them jealously.Even as she welcomed him with open arms, her mind was a storm of emotions. She knew the secrets he kept, the lies he lived. She knew about his engagement to Victoria, plastered across every tabloid and newsfeed. She knew about the promises he made to another woman, ones she could never dare hope he’d keep for her.But none of that mattered when he was with her.
Gerald sat at his kitchen table, nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee and scrolling aimlessly through his phone. The house was eerily quiet, save for the occasional hum of the refrigerator. He had spent the past few hours avoiding the news and social media, unwilling to see yet another update about Victoria and Nelson’s engagement. The thought of it was enough to make his stomach churn.A sharp knock at the door jolted him from his thoughts. He frowned, setting his phone down and rising to answer it.When he opened the door, a man in a neatly pressed suit stood there, holding a leather-bound folder.“Gerald Banks?” the man asked.“Yes,” Gerald replied cautiously.The man handed him the folder with a practiced, professional smile. “You’ve been served. Have a good day.”Gerald stared after the man as he walked briskly to a waiting car and drove off. Slowly, he closed the door and looked down at the folder in his hands. His name was printed neatly on the front, but it was the sender’s name t
Gerald was jolted awake by the persistent ring of his phone, the shrill sound cutting through the quiet of his dimly lit bedroom. Groaning, he reached out blindly for the device on his nightstand, his fingers fumbling before finally grasping it. Squinting at the screen, he saw a name he hadn’t expected to see: Becca.The sight of her name stirred mixed emotions. It had been years since they’d last spoken, their lives diverging after he moved away with Victoria to start a family. They had once been close—friends who occasionally flirted with the idea of being something more, though it never materialized.Curious and slightly disoriented, Gerald swiped to answer. “Becca?” he said, his voice thick with sleep.“Gerald,” her familiar voice came through, warm and vibrant, tinged with concern. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”“You did,” he admitted, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. “But it’s fine. What’s going on?”There was a brief pause before she spoke again, her tone careful. “