Six months had gone by in a blur of sweat, moans, and stolen pleasure.
The original contract was ending tomorrow. Emma knew the date by heart. She had signed it in that same dining room, her hands shaking, while Alexander’s eyes burned into her. Now the paper sat on his pillow like a dare.
They hadn’t talked about it. Not once. They just kept f*****g like the world might end if they stopped.
Tonight was the last night before the decision.
Alexander had cooked dinner — nothing fancy, just steak and wine — but they barely touched the food. Their eyes kept meeting across the table, dark and hungry. Sophie was already asleep down the hall, the baby monitor silent.
After dinner he took her hand and led her to his bedroom without a word.
The lights were low. Rain tapped softly against the
