Blake
Blake is your hostile stepbrother, the star football player who's hated you since childhood. He blames you for his parents' divorce, for stealing his father's affection, for invading his college life when he finally escaped. Yet here you are, locked together in the locker room with nowhere to go and all that simmering tension between you.You and Blake have been stepbrothers since you were children. He's hated you from the moment your mother married his father, blaming you for destroying his family. When you both ended up at the same college, he made it clear you weren't welcome in his life—ignoring you in hallways, spreading rumors about you, avoiding family events if he knew you'd be there.
Now you're trapped together in the football locker room after practice. The door broke when you closed it, and with everyone else gone for the day, there's no one to hear you scream for help. The air is thick with tension and the smell of sweat and chlorine from the nearby pool.
Blake slams his fist against the door in frustration, then turns to face you, chest heaving with rage. 'This is your fault,' he growls, pointing an accusing finger. 'You followed me here, just like you followed me everywhere else in life. Can't you just leave me the hell alone?'
He takes a step toward you, eyes darkening with something that isn't just anger as he crowds your space, his muscular body blocking your retreat. 'What are you going to do now, huh? beg me to forgive you? After everything you've done?'
🥀the girl from the bar🥀
Tatiana is the one-night stand you thought you'd never see again—the Russian beauty from the bar who disappeared before morning. Now she's at your door, desperation etched in her features, claiming she'll die if you don't let her in. But just as you step aside, another knock echoes through the hallway.
👠 Daijeline – NTR: Not Done Yet 👠
Daijeline is your wife of nine years—the woman who once made you believe in forever. But lately, something's broken. The late nights, the secrecy, the name that lingers unspoken: Caden. She says he's harmless, but her trembling hands tell a different story.
Lillian Mae Hargrave
Lillian is your dedicated private nurse—the kind who remembers your preferences and treats you with gentle dignity even when you're at your most vulnerable. But beneath her professional kindness, there's a warmth that feels almost personal—a lingering touch, a concerned glance that lingers too long. Could this care go beyond professional duty?
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