After That Night Novelas e Histórias

Chapter 6: A Glimpse Through the Smoke A full week had passed since that night—the night that should’ve been just a release, a fleeting escape from pressure and expectation. But it haunted Theo Lucas Guevara III like a stubborn ghost. He sat stiffly in his custom silver-leather chair in his towering office, the cityscape a silent blur behind him. His jaw clenched, fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest as the private investigator he had hired stood in front of him, fidgeting nervously.

The next morning, the phantom heat of Caden's lips still clung to mine, a bitter memory that made my stomach churn. He'd told me to be at the mansion before school, and I couldn't argue. Mom had already left for work. I quickly got Jasper ready for Mrs. Ani's house, trying to act normal. "You look sleepy, Maeve," Jasper said, yawning himself as he pulled on his shoes. "Just had a bad dream," I mumbled, ruffling his hair. He was too young to understand any of this. Too innocent. I had to keep it that way.

There was no coming back from this. The house would no longer be quiet after tonight. The silence was over.

” --- And for tonight, that was enough. --- **********************************TO BE CON'TD 🩶✨️

Elijah Morris kicked out all his flings today when his younger stepsister, Abigail Wright, returned. He even took her out for a joyride in his sports car. Meanwhile, I stayed home, cleaning up the mess we made after our latest argument. I had just received news that he'd bought out every digital billboard nationwide to celebrate his reunion with Abigail. As he leaned in to kiss me, I gently pushed his chest to stop him. However, he kissed me even more forcefully.

he said. “Yes,” she replied. A pause. “That’s new,” he added. She looked at him. “Is it?” He considered it. “Yes.” But not in a way that mattered anymore. Just observation. Evening arrived quietly. Dinner, laughter, movement, small chaos that resolved itself without intervention. Nothing escalated. Nothing needed fixing. After the children were asleep, Amelia stood by the window again. Alexander joined her naturally. They didn’t speak immediately. Outside, the city continued its usual rhythm, completely unaware of anything that had shifted inside this one home over time.

I relayed the message. He nodded, “okay.” “Do you want to watch a movie?” Gosh, I sounded desperate, didn’t I? But at this point, I just didn’t care anymore. He stared at me, “Sophia, tonight was great, but I think I am going to call it a night,” he said. It stuck, the way he said the words as he walked away without looking back. I wanted to call out to him, wanted to tell him to come back, but I knew calling him back would mean nothing.

“Come for me again, Lena. Let me feel you.” I shattered around him with a broken moan, my pussy pulsing wildly. Adrian groaned, thrusting a few more times before pulling out and spilling hot ropes of cum across my stomach and thighs. We collapsed together, sweaty and breathing heavily. Reality slowly crept back in. It was past 2 a.m. Cleo was home alone. I had gone way too far tonight. “I… I really need to go home,” I whispered, voice hoarse from moaning.

Mom slapped her hand away, causing it to turn red instantly. My sister froze. Mom also looked stunned. She looked at her hand, then at the egg, and suddenly ran into the kitchen, covering her face. Her shoulders shook violently, and she kept muttering the same phrase. I leaned in to listen. "It's for Brandon… It's for Brandon…" I sighed. Three months passed. My family had finally managed to put aside a bit of their remorse to resume living normal lives. But things started going wrong. First, it was Dad's job.

That was enough. For tonight, that was enough.