The next evening, when Jay walked into the corner shop, he wasn’t expecting to see Nadia behind the counter. She looked even more striking than before — brown hair loose around her shoulders, red top showing ample cleavage, glowing caramel skin, her usual playful glint shining in her eyes. “Well, look who’s back,” she said, her tone lilting. “No Tanya today — sorry to disappoint.” Jay smirked. “I’ll survive.” “Oh, I bet y...

Jay was twenty-eight, freshly employed, and adjusting to life in a new city — living in a small studio apartment four days a week for work, then commuting back to his girlfriend, Sara, for the rest of the time. Practical, yes — but not exactly romantic. Long hours and mismatched schedules had left their relationship feeling a little out of sync. The gym became Jay’s other new habit — part routine, part distraction. What s...

Rosie had been watching Jay for days—broad shoulders, sculpted arms, and that intense, focused stare that made her thighs clench. He moved like he owned the weight room, all quiet power and discipline. And that just made him even more irresistible. She’d noticed the engagement ring the first day—shiny, bold, and annoyingly present. But it didn’t deter her. If anything, it added fuel to the fire. Forbidden things always ta...