The affair didn’t stop.
It kept burning hotter with every passing week, like a fire they had no intention of putting out. Every night after Mia tucked Leo into bed and kissed his forehead goodnight, the real Mia came alive. The tired single mom faded away the second the lights in her apartment dimmed. She would slip on something easy to take off—or nothing at all—and either sneak next door or wait for the soft knock that always made her p***y throb in anticipation.
Sometimes it was just one of them.
Ryan liked the quick and dirty ones. He’d show up around eleven, still smelling like the garage where he worked, grease on his hands and that cocky grin on his face. One night he didn’t even make it past the hallway. The second the door clicked shut, he spun Mia around, pressed her chest aga
