POV KaydenAs soon as I answered the call, Monica’s panicked voice reached me, “Kay, I got into a car accident. Quickly come over.”“What? Where did you get into an accident?”“I’m outside the Marshall residence.”“What?”I couldn’t believe it. The roads around the Marshall residence were filled with warning signs, and everyone drove carefully there. How did she manage to get into an accident?I rushed to the scene, and there she was, sitting on the ground, her face pale with pain. I quickly had someone help her up. Her leg was injured, and she winced, “Kay, you have to help me. Zara tried to kill me with her car. She hit my leg.”She lifted her skirt to show me the bruises on her ankle and knee.“Zara drove her car out?” I asked, surprised. Zara had never driven out on her own before. Why now? I helped Monica into the car and drove her to the hospital.At the hospital, the doctor examined her while she cried and claimed she was in unbearable pain. I did my best to comfort her, but wh
POV ZaraI suddenly remembered, “I need to call Yvette. Hey, why is my phone missing?”It dawned on me then—the phone was lost somewhere during the chaos. Great, just what I needed.Kayden handed me his phone, his expression unreadable. “Use mine for now.”“Oh, okay.” I took it but then hesitated. I didn’t even know Yvette’s number by heart. How embarrassing.Kayden looked at me like I was hopeless. Then he called out to Henry, who was just outside, “You have Yvette’s number, right?”Henry, always prepared for anything, quickly sent us the number. I couldn’t help but admire how he always seemed to have everything on hand.With Kayden’s phone, I called Yvette and quickly filled her in on the accident, reassuring her that I was fine and would be heading home soon. She told me to rest and take it easy, and I realized just how exhausted I was. I needed the comfort of home, to feel safe again.When I hung up, I noticed Kayden watching me closely.“You should stay at the hospital tonight,”
POV KaydenI reached out to grab her, not expecting the momentum to send us both crashing onto the bed. Suddenly, I was on top of her, and the feel of her body underneath mine was... distracting. She was so engrossed in her phone, she didn’t even notice how close we were. My eyes couldn’t help but wander to her chest. It looked... comfortable.She finally finished whatever she was doing and looked up at me with that satisfied grin of hers. That’s when I realized she’d changed the name on my phone. I couldn’t help but snatch it back, my eyes narrowing as I read the name she’d put in: ‘Dearest Wifey.’I stared at the words, feeling the corners of my lips curl slightly. It was ridiculous, but... I had to admit, it looked good. I gazed down at her, my hands still holding hers, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Changing it to this name is not unacceptable,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.It was only then that she seemed to realize our position. She started to squirm, clearly fluster
POV ZaraI rushed into the airport, feeling a mix of excitement and relief that Clara was finally back. I asked the driver to wait outside as I practically sprinted to the coffee shop where she was waiting. And there she was, sitting at a table surrounded by suitcases of all sizes.“Clara!” I called out, my voice echoing a little more than I expected.She looked up immediately, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. Before I knew it, she was running toward me, and we collided in a big, warm hug.As we pulled apart, I took a good look at her. Clara was just as I remembered—smaller than me, with hair cascading past her shoulders. She was dressed in that adorable British fashion she loved so much, looking like a doll, all petite and stylish.“Wow, Zara!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with amazement. “I can’t believe it! I just got back, and I’ve already seen your advertisement! They’re playing it even in the airport!”I blinked, caught off guard. “What advertisement?”“The candy one!” C
As I entered, the maid rushed to me. “Madam, you’re finally back. Sir is in the gym and he hasn’t come out.”I sighed inwardly. Who knew that Kayden could be so petty? He was still upset even after all this time. It was just an appointment. And I had told him over the phone that I’d be late.I quietly opened the door to the gym and peeked inside. Kayden was exercising, his back glistening with sweat, his muscles flexing with each movement. He was topless, wearing only a pair of exercise shorts, and I couldn’t help but admire his form. He was like a walking embodiment of pheromones, and I found it hard to take my eyes off him.What a handsome man…I closed the door lightly, but the sound startled him. He looked up, his eyes narrowing when he saw me. There was an intensity in his gaze that made my heart race.“Who said you could come in?” Kayden let go of the Pec-Deck machine and got up, his expression cold and unyielding.I stood my ground, refusing to be intimidated. “What’s up with y
POV KaydenAs the cold water poured over my body, I finally began to feel the tension ease from my muscles. The chill of the shower did little to quell the lingering warmth that had settled deep within me, but it was enough to bring me back to a semblance of control. My hands still remembered the feel of her skin, the softness of her touch. The way she smelled.It was all for me. It wasn’t detestable at all, that feeling. On the contrary, it clung to me, refusing to fade away even as I stood under the relentless stream of cold water.Damn it.I turned up the faucet, letting the icy water cascade over my burning body, hoping it would wash away the thoughts that kept creeping back into my mind. I look down at my cock, standing at attention only at the thought of her.I sigh. Even the cold water is not working.I start stroking it, imagining pushing Zara on my gym floor, kissing her as I go. Imagining fucking her there, as she moans and comes all over my cock, desperately clinging me for
POV ZaraI sat at the restaurant table, my fingers tracing the rim of the glass, waiting for Kayden. Time ticked by slowly, and with each passing minute, the hope that he would walk through the door dwindled. I knew it was foolish to wait, especially since he was with Monica, but I couldn’t help myself. I kept telling myself that he might still come, but deep down, I knew he wouldn’t.Feeling a gnawing emptiness in my stomach, I finally gave in and ordered some food. If nothing else, I could at least fill my stomach. The waiter brought my meal, and I started eating, trying to push away the disappointment that was steadily building inside me.As I was halfway through my meal, I felt someone approach. I looked up, expecting to see Kayden, ready with an apology or an excuse, but it wasn’t him. It was Kai, his younger brother.“Kai?” I blinked, surprised.He slid into the seat across from me with a casual grace, his smile easy and knowing. “What happened? Did you get stood up?”I flushed,
By the time I got home, it was already ten. The house was quiet, and when I reached our room, it was pitch-black. But then I heard a voice from the sofa inside.“So you do know how to come back.”The suddenness of it scared me, and I turned to see Kayden slowly getting up from the sofa. I patted my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. “Are you trying to scare me to death?”He looked at the time, his expression stern. “What time is it? Why are you only back now?”“I stayed out a little later with my friend. Oh, how come you’re home?”With Monica so close to us now, I would have thought he’d run over to accompany her. Why was he here?“This is my house. Of course, I can be home when I want to,” he replied, his tone clipped.“Oh. You can continue watching the TV then. I’m going in to change,” I said, trying to sound indifferent as I walked into the bedroom, not looking back at him.But as I changed into my pajamas and lay on the bed, reading my script, I couldn’t help but notice how mu