Spaghetti bolognese! This looks nice. Yum.
I took one bite. The sauce hit my tongue with a sloppy slurp
For a moment, I was floating.
"Maddox, this is incredible. Your chef is seriously good."
Damn!
He smiled, "chef"?
"I made this kitten".
My face shifted. "Ohhh, no wonder… ew. Tastes awful."
He burst out laughing. "Argh, I know my food tastes good. I went to culinary school—supposed to be eight months, but I crushed it in three. My skills are legit."
I rolled my eyes. "Well, it's nice."
I took another bite, slower this time. "It's been a while since I had something this good,"I added, almost to myself.
"You'll be eating more here," Maddox said, leaning back with a grin. "Breakfast in bed, every day."
I giggled.
He poured me a glass of strawberry juice, the soft splash filling the quiet space. Then he looked at me , with serious face now.
"So tell me, kitten… who's Ryder?"
My fingers tightened around the fork.
Ugh. Why did he have to ask that now?
I looked away, not ready—but I knew I couldn't dodge it forever.
He read my expression instantly.
"Tell me, kitten… who is he? Your man?"
I hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. He's my husband."
Maddox's eyes widened. "You're married?!" His voice held shock, disbelief written all over his face.
"Yes… is that an issue?" I asked, frowning slightly.
"No, no. Not at all, kitten. Just… you look really young. I didn't think you'd be married and still have this—" he gestured vaguely, "perfect look. The figure, too."
I blinked at him. "So what, it's normalized now for women to lose their beauty because they're married?"
He sat up straighter, flustered. "No, no, that's not what I meant, kitten. You're misquoting it. That's not how I meant it."
I gave a tight smile. "It's fine. Ryder is my husband."
But inside, something clenched.
Why did saying that feel so wrong?
Maddox nodded slowly. "Okay… tell me more."
"He asked for an open marriage," I said quietly.
Maddox choked, coughing as he spit out the drink in his mouth. "Open marriage? People still do that?"
I sighed. "Are you trying to make me feel worse?"
"No, no—go on, kitten," he said, leaning in.
"My stepsister… she was going to be his mistress."
I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and held it out to him. The screen lit up—Ryder and Isla. On the bed.
"Yeah. That's my husband. And that's my stepsister."
My throat tightened. My eyes burned. He saw it.
"No, no, kitten—don't get weak on me," Maddox said, his voice softer now.
I swallowed hard. "It all happened on prom night. I should've defended myself. But no one would've believed me. I had no proof. I was threatened by my step sister."
I was gullible.
"Now, he hates me that much," I said, voice low. "He didn't even give me a chance. He believed everything."
I looked down, fingers trembling slightly.
"Well… anyone who saw it would've believed it," I admitted. "But still, I expected him to at least confront me. Ask. Something. But no, he just stormed off."
Maddox stayed quiet, his eyes fixed on me.
"I tried explaining," I went on, breath catching. "He didn't listen. Called me a slut. Said all I do is sleep around."
The words still stung.
I'll never forget this one ever. "He said… no wonder his dick's been itching lately. That I probably gave him a yeast infection."
I let out a bitter laugh, eyes stinging. "And the craziest part? Just a week before the whole incident happened, he was obsessed with me. All over me like I was the only girl in the world."
"Just recently, he told me my stretch marks irritated him."
I shook my head, voice cracking. "Maddox, I'm his wife. For crying out loud."
I swallowed. The words came out before I could stop them.
"Ryder has never gone intimate with me romantically."
"The last time we had sex… he was drunk. He forced himself on me."
I paused, breath shaking.
"He called me names while thrusting into me. Slapped me hard. Treated me like I was nothing—like a sex slave."
"He prefers outsiders. Anyone but me. Like my presence just… disgusted him."
I couldn't hold it anymore. I burst into tears.
"Oh, kitten… don't say another word," Maddox whispered, his voice firm but soft. "Calm down."
He stood up, came to me.
Took my hands gently. Pulled me up.
His eyes locked on mine. "I'm here for you."
He stood up from his chair and walked over to me.
Without a word, he held my hands and gently pulled me to my feet. His eyes met mine. He reached out to my face, wiped my tears with his thumb, and pulled me into a hug.
And for the first time in a long while, I felt peace.
Like he was a human medicine. Like I could breathe again.
"Maddox…" I whispered. "You… you're the best. I'm really glad I met you. How can I ever repay you?"
He smiled, soft and sure. "You don't need to, okay, kitten."
I nodded.
"Smile for me, Queen," he said.
I did.
"That's more like it."
Our foreheads pressed together. The space between us faded.
My heart was racing. I didn't think—I just leaned in and kissed him.
His eyes widened, surprised… but only for a second.
Then he kissed me back.
Not rough. But Controlled. Like he was tasting every second.
His tongue slid in, slow and deliberate, exploring me like he had all the time in the world.
My nipples hardened. I gasped softly as he pressed me against the wall, parting my legs with ease, wrapping himself around my thighs.
His shirt hit the floor. He lifted me onto the counter like I weighed nothing.
His lips found my neck. I trembled. The heat pooling between my legs was impossible to ignore.
He moved down, playing with my tits, sucking my nipples with slow, deliberate hunger.
A moan slipped from my lips.
He looked up at me, eyes dark. He could see it—the pleasure all over my face.
He grinned. "You sure we should do this, kitten?"
"Yes, I'm sure," I breathed. "He's already with my stepsister. I have every right."
Maddox chuckled. "Well… I don't want to fuck you"
My jaw dropped.
"But why?" I asked, my voice low, a little sad.
I was already horny.
" sikeee."
Then—his teeth slid under my panties, dragging them down with a smirk.
He licked his lips slowly while looking at my wet pussy.
"This… is gonna be a delicious dessert."