LOGINThe next morning I woke up on the couch with a stiff neck and the taste of stale coffee I had last night in my mouth. Sunlight cut through the living room curtains. My laptop sat open on the table, screen still glowing. I blinked hard. It hadn’t gone to sleep. The video editing software was still up, the timeline frozen on one of the darker frames I’d kept, the one where I looked terrified.My stomach dropped. I slammed the lid shut and looked around like Ryan might jump out from behind the couch. The house was quiet. Too quiet. I quickly stood up, rubbing my arms. Has Ryan seen it before going to work?I took the stairs two at a time. The bedroom door creaked when I pushed it open. The bed was empty, sheets thrown back like he’d left in a hurry. My mouth went dry.“Ryan?” My voice came out small.No answer.“Ryan?” Louder this time. My heart banged against my ribs.From the bathroom came the sound of running water, then his voice. “What?”Relief hit me so fast my knees felt weak. I l
Ryan crouched on the porch, fingers tracing the muddy prints. My heart hammered so hard I thought he’d hear it. He straightened slowly, eyes scanning the dark yard.“Someone was definitely here,” he muttered. I gripped the doorframe. “Could be one of the neighbors’ boys jumping through the fence again, you know how they are.”He stared at me for a long second, then wiped his hands on his pants. “Maybe.”That was all. No more questions. He brushed past me into the house, shoulders still tight, and headed straight upstairs. I followed close behind so I could grab the camera, bare feet silent on the steps. In the bedroom he started peeling off his clothes, the ones he’d thrown on in a rush when the vase shattered. He muttered something about needing to sleep like a normal person for once. I moved like I was just tidying up, heart racing. The small camera sat right where I’d hidden it on the shelf behind the lamp, still recording until I’d stopped it earlier. I slipped it into my pocket
Ryan stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring at the mess. A heavy flower vase lay shattered on the floor. Glass and water spread everywhere. Our old neighbor dog, Max, barked once from the corner, tail wagging. He must have chased a stray cat that slipped in through the back window. The cat was long gone now.I let out a silent breath of relief from halfway up the stairs. Jake had made it out. He had to. That crash was nothing. Just the dog being clumsy.But Ryan didn’t relax. His shoulders stayed tight. He scanned the room slowly, eyes narrow. “Did someone come here today?” he asked.I walked down the last few steps, careful not to step on any glass. “No. Why would you think that?”He kicked a piece of broken vase with his shoe. “The house feels off.”I forced a small laugh. “It’s just Max causing trouble again. I’ll clean this up.”Ryan didn’t move. He glanced toward the front door. “It wasn’t locked properly when I came in? I thought you locked it, Bella.”My stomach twisted. I
The knock came again, louder this time. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. “Jake,” I whispered urgently, “get up. Now.”He didn’t ask questions. The look on my face told him everything. He jumped off the bed while I straightened the blanket with shaking hands. Pillows lay scattered. I fixed them fast, eyes darting around for anything out of place. Another knock echoed. “Bella!” Ryan’s voice cut through the house downstairs. My blood turned cold.Jake grabbed my wrist. “Where?” “The wardrobe.”I pulled the doors open. He slipped inside without a sound. I met his eyes one last time. “Don’t move.” He gave a small nod. I shut the doors carefully, heart pounding in my ears.The room still carried that heavy, unmistakable smell of sex. I grabbed my perfume from the dresser and sprayed a light mist into the air, just enough to cover it. Another knock rang out. “I’m coming!” I shouted, forcing my voice steady.I hurried downstairs, making myself breathe
Jake shoved me through the bedroom door so hard I stumbled forward. My heart hammered against my ribs, but I kept my face straight. This was it. The cameras were rolling. Everything depended on me selling this right.“Harder,” I whispered, turning to face him. “You are not rough enough.”His eyes lit up like I’d handed him a prize. He grabbed my waist and tried to lift me, muscles straining. For a second he got me off the ground, but my weight was too much. He grunted and set me back down, breathing heavy.“Damn,” he muttered.Before I could say anything, he pushed me backward onto the bed. The mattress dipped under me. I pretended to push myself up, scrambling like I might change my mind. His hand shot out and pinned my shoulder down.“Stay right there,” he growled.He climbed over me and caught both my wrists in one big hand, stretching them above my head. His body pressed down, heavy and hot. I twisted under him, testing.“Jake, stop,” I said, making my voice shake just enough.He
My phone screen went black right in the middle of checking the time. Dead. Just like that. I cursed under my breath and started tearing through my room, yanking open drawers and shoving aside clothes. Where was that damn charger? I finally spotted it tangled behind the nightstand, yanked it free, and plugged it into the wall. The little lightning bolt appeared after a few seconds, but the phone stayed off. I paced while it charged, heart thumping louder than the clock on the wall. Minutes dragged by. I kept glancing at the blank screen, willing it to wake up. Then came the knock at the front door—sharp, impatient. Jake. I thought to myself. He’s eager to fall into my trap right? No problem. I went downstairs and opened the door. Jake stood there with his hand still raised like he was about to knock again. He was wearing a plain black shirt and jeans. His hair was messy like he hadn't bothered to fix it. He had that smug look on his face. The kind that made me want to slap him. "T
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
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
I checked my phone for the tenth time that morning, heart beating a little too fast. Marcus was supposed to arrive at ten. Ryan had taken the morning off work just to be here for the start. He kept saying it was to make sure I didn’t slack off, but I knew he wanted to see if this trainer was any go
I scrolled through the comments on my latest Instagram post, forcing that big smile I always wore for the camera. “Bella, you’re a goddess! Those curves are everything!” one girl wrote. Another dropped heart emojis and said, “You make me want to rock my body too. Thank you queen.” The likes poured







