LOGINThe last guests had finally left. Their car lights disappeared down the driveway, and the house grew quiet. Only the four of us remained, me, Ryan, Jake, and Clara. We gathered in the living room for a short while, sitting on the big couches. Ryan poured everyone a final drink. We talked about the party, how well it went, and some business deals that came up. Jake laughed at a joke Ryan made, acting like nothing had happened earlier. Clara smiled and leaned against him, looking tired but happy. I nodded along, forcing small laughs when I needed to. My mind kept drifting to what might come next. After about twenty minutes, Ryan stretched and stood up. “It’s getting late. We should all get some rest.” We said goodnight. Ryan and I headed upstairs to our bedroom while Jake and Clara went to the guest room I had prepared earlier. I had put fresh sheets on the bed, fluffed the pillows, and left towels in the bathroom. Clara thanked me softly as they closed their door. The click of the la
Sophia had waited long enough. The party hummed around her, soft music, clinking glasses, and polite laughter, but her patience had run out. She set her drink down on a side table with a sharp click and stood up, smoothing her dress. Her eyes swept the room again. No sign of Marcus. She moved through the crowd, nodding at familiar faces but not stopping to chat. She checked the hallway, the kitchen, even the back patio where a few guests smoked and talked business. Nothing. Her steps grew quicker, heels clicking against the floor. By the time she circled back to the main room, her face had hardened. Fury built in her chest, hot and tight. She found a quiet spot near the tall windows and crossed her arms. “Where the hell is he?” she muttered. Minutes ticked by. Guests glanced her way, but she ignored them. Her mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last. She tapped her foot, checking her phone every few seconds. No calls. No texts. Just silence. The longer she waited,
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack. Footsteps. Clear, steady ones coming down the hall. Marcus, Jake, and I froze. Before the person reached the door, I quickly grabbed Jake and hid him in a tall cabinet by the window. “Wait here please.” I said. None of us could afford questions right now. I quickly turned to Marcus, voice low and rushed. “Just play along. Please.” The door swung open before he could answer. Clara stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room. She looked tense, like she already expected trouble. For a second she only saw me and Marcus standing near the bed. Jake stayed quiet in the tall cabinet by the window, the door cracked just enough for air. “Everything okay up here?” Clara asked, brows drawn together. I forced a small smile and stepped closer to Marcus, hoping it looked natural. My hands still shook a little, so I clasped them in front of me. “Yeah, sorry about the noise. Marcus was helping me with something I couldn’t reall
When Marcus got enough evidence on his phone, he burst the door open and asked in a commanding tone, “What the hell is going on here?” The door slammed hard against the wall with a loud bang that echoed through the whole bedroom. Marcus stood there in the doorway, his phone still gripped tight in one hand, his chest rising and falling fast from running up the stairs. His eyes moved quickly from Jake to me, then back to Jake again. The anger on his face was clear and sharp. His voice filled the room, deep and strong, like he was ready to fight anyone who tried to lie to him. “I said, what the hell is going on here? Bella, Jake, explain yourselves right now! I saw everything through the door. Don’t even try to lie to me. What is this?” Jake quickly stopped immediately, pulling his lips and hands away from me. He stepped back fast, almost tripping over the edge of the rug near the bed. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and adjusted his shirt collar with quick movements. His
She stopped near the hallway entrance, one hand resting on the wall, watching them disappear around the corner with a mix of surprise and confusion on her face.While Bella and Jake were going upstairs, Marcus noticed and followed them from behind. He kept a careful distance, moving quietly through the side passages of the mansion. His face showed clear worry mixed with anger. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Bella walking away with Jake like that, away from the busy party downstairs. Every step he took felt heavier. The music from the main hall grew fainter as he climbed the stairs. He stayed close enough to watch their movements but far enough not to be seen easily by other guests. His mind raced with questions. Why was she going with him? What was Jake planning? Marcus’s hands clenched at his sides as he moved. He remembered all the secret times with Bella, the passion they shared, and now this. It hurt more than he expected. He followed silently, heart beating fast, determi
After they were done, Ryan excused himself and told Bella to enjoy the party. He gave my arm a gentle squeeze, the kind he used when he wanted to look like the perfect husband in front of others. His voice was low and calm, warm like it used to be in the early days of our marriage. “I need to go back to the investors now. They have some important questions about the new project timeline and funding. Stay here, Bella. Mix around with the guests, have a drink or two, enjoy yourself. You look beautiful tonight in that dress. I’ll find you later once the main talks are finished.” He smiled at me, the smile that always worked on business partners, then turned and walked away through the crowd. I watched his back as he moved, shaking hands with a few people on the way, disappearing near the far end of the hall where the big group of men in dark suits stood talking seriously. The lights from the chandeliers caught his watch as he gestured during conversation. Part of me felt relieved he was
My heart hammered so hard I thought it might burst. Marcus was still buried deep inside me, both of us breathing like we’d just run a marathon. Sweat covered our skin. I felt him twitch one last time before the sound hit me. The garage door. Ryan was home. “Shit,” I whispered, pushing at Marcus
The second session came faster than I expected. Marcus texted the night before to confirm, and I found myself checking the clock every ten minutes that morning. Ryan had already left for work, which made things feel a little lighter. No eyes judging every move.Marcus showed up right on time, weari
Marcus pushed forward, and I felt the thick head of his cock slide into me. Slow at first, stretching me open. I gasped, gripping the edge of the workout bench tighter. God, he was big. Bigger than Ryan had ever felt, even in the early days. “Fuck, Bella,” he groaned behind me, voice rough and lo
Ryan was already dressed for the office when Marcus knocked on the door. I had on my usual black leggings and a loose tank top, the kind that hid most of my belly but still clung when I started sweating. My heart beat faster than normal. This was only our fourth session, but something felt differen







