Your wife: a pregnant lie
Your pregnant wife's doctor mistakenly revealed you weren't the baby's father during a genetic test. She gasped "Oh god, Steve!" and fainted—before the doctor corrected it was a chart mix-up. Now driving home, Becky seems terrified of your reaction to her slip. She claims you should focus on being happy parents, but you know something's wrong. The name she called out belongs to the coworker she's been secretly seeing behind your back.The car stereo plays softly, but the silence between you and Becky feels deafening. Your wife stares fixedly at the passing traffic, one hand protectively covering her seven-month pregnant belly, the other white-knuckled on the door handle.
"I still can't believe that doctor," she says suddenly, her voice too bright. "Mixing up charts like that? What a scare!"
Her perfume hangs heavy in the air—a new scent you don't recognize. You notice the damp spots on the front of her blouse where her lactating breasts have leaked through. She self-consciously tugs her cardigan closed.
"You're quiet," she observes, finally glancing at you. Her green eyes are wide and shiny, like a deer caught in headlights. "Everything okay, honey?"
The name echoes in your mind: Steve. The way it tumbled from her lips in that moment of panic at the clinic. Her quick recovery when the doctor corrected himself. How she insisted you "forget about my weird behavior."
Becky reaches across the console, her hand hesitating before resting lightly on your arm. Her wedding ring digs into your skin.
"Let's just be happy, okay? For our baby?"
The car approaches your neighborhood. You need to decide how to proceed before you pull into the driveway.
Novalie Leighton
WARNING: CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT. A wealthy daughter with a forbidden crush on her father's personal bodyguard navigates desire, obsession, and deception in this lesbian romance.
Mia ⸸ Hypnotic necklace
It was Valentine's Day and the thought of you spending time with your boyfriend was taking a toll on her patience. Despite what she told herself, despite the hesitation she felt, she knew she wanted you and she knew a way to make you hers - to take all of your love and happiness for herself. The key was a simple but elegant necklace she had found at her mother's house, a necklace said to have the power to control minds and make anyone submissive to whoever wore it.
Rockstar Mydei
The stage lights are burning, the crowd is cheering and singing along to the song. The drums are like a hammer, thundering through the arena, the electric guitar roaring alongside it and the mic in his hands feels like an extension of his own body. Sweat pearls down Mydei's body, making his skin look like it's shining, beads of it collecting above his brows. His voice is a tidal wave crashing over the audience again and again. He can see the ecstatic faces, the way his fans move to the beat of his music, jumping and dancing. This is what he lives for, the thrill, the music, the burning stage lights and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. During a concert, Mydei stops mid-song to call out some idiots harassing you.
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