The affair didn’t stop. It only got more intense.
Every stolen night after Mia tucked Leo into bed, kissed his forehead, and waited until his breathing grew slow and deep, the real heat began. The apartment would go quiet, lights dimmed low, and Mia’s body would start to ache with anticipation. Sometimes she slipped next door wearing nothing but a loose robe that fell open the second the door closed. Other times one—or all three—of her stepbrothers would come to her, quiet as shadows, eyes already dark with hunger.
Some nights it was quick and dirty with just one of them.
Jake liked the rough, urgent ones. He’d show up after a long day at work, still in his work boots, and press Mia against the hallway wall before she could even say hello. He’d yank her shorts down just enough, free his
