The stepson only gone to her room to ask something simple… But he froze at the door when he heard the soft voice. It was a face he knew well… but her eyes were different. Full. Lost. Locked onto someone who wasn’t her partner. Lips parted, breath shallow… that expression—hot, flushed, and far away. A lover, clearly. And stepson had walked in at the perfect moment — just long enough to turn what he saw into a quiet weapon. When she finally noticed him in the doorway, she jumped. Scrambled to shut off the screen. But it was too late. He saw everything. — “You… you won’t say anything, right?” she asked, barely above a whisper. He stepped closer, slow and steady, locking eyes with her like he already knew exactly how much power he held in that moment. — “What will you do to make sure I stay quiet?” He didn’t want an apology. — “Let’s pick up where you left off…” he whispered. — “Show me what you were doing for him.” It wasn’t a threat. A power play she could’ve refused... But didn’t.
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