Skylar’s face turned beet red as she gripped the steering wheel, feeling mortified by the timing of Natalie’s message. Their friendship was built on an easy camaraderie, talking about everything and anything, but now, with Joe having seen their messages, things felt incredibly awkward. She had no doubt that the muscular men in the pictures Natalie sent were striking, but none of them compared to Joe, who had a physique that outshone them all. Her best friend had truly dug a pit for her to fall into.
“She doesn’t know I’m married,” Skylar explained, trying to sound as natural as possible. “She thinks I’m still single and just wants me to find someone. Since she’s married, she doesn’t want me to be lonely.”
Skylar was struggling to maintain her calm, but internally, she was a mess. Any woman would be flustered if her husband saw such a conversation about men, especially with a friend. It was embarrassing.
Joe’s lips curved slightly as he sensed her discomfort. “Do you want me to tell her to stop trying to find you someone?” he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of possessiveness. There was an intensity in his gaze, and Skylar could feel the electricity in the air between them.
Skylar’s smile barely held as she tried to brush off the moment. “That’s not necessary…” she said softly, but the unspoken tension was palpable. She could feel the weight of his gaze, and the atmosphere between them seemed to thicken with every passing second.
As they reached Galaxy Villa, the air between them felt heavier, more charged. Once inside, Skylar slipped into her slippers, but before she could take another step, Joe was on her, his presence overwhelming. He kissed her, his actions filled with urgency, and Skylar was quickly swept away by the intensity of the moment.
She could feel her rational thoughts slipping away, her mind clouded by the heat of the situation. Joe took the lead, lifting her and carrying her to the bedroom, his actions swift and assured. The contrast between his usual cold demeanor and the passionate man before her left her breathless.
Joe was usually composed and restrained, but now, with Skylar, he was uncharacteristically fervent. There was something about her that seemed to unravel him. His words, whispered in her ear, were a reminder of the tension between them: “Call me darling.”
Skylar’s voice trembled as she complied, and that simple word seemed to affect him deeply. It was as though something in Joe shifted, and for a moment, there was an unexpected softness in his gaze.
When the intensity of the moment had passed, Joe held Skylar in his arms, both of them exhausted yet content. For Joe, this physical connection was satisfying. While love might not have been part of the equation, the compatibility they shared was undeniable. In his mind, their marriage was based on understanding and a deep connection that didn’t necessarily need to be built on love—but rather on trust and mutual respect.
Meanwhile, at a five-star hotel, Maisy waited anxiously. She had been there for three hours, and there was still no sign of Kenny. The situation was becoming more pressing with every minute that passed. She had made a risky move by suggesting they meet in a private setting, away from prying eyes. But Kenny’s silence was making her nervous.
She tried to calm herself as she sent another message. “Kenny, I know what you’re worried about. Don’t worry, we’re just going to talk. I’m just afraid our parents or Samuel will notice if I talk about these feelings at home.”
Outside, Kenny sat in his car, his mind in turmoil. The uncertainty of his feelings for Maisy weighed heavily on him. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but her message made him feel like he couldn’t leave her hanging. He didn’t have the answers, but he couldn’t ignore her either.
After a long internal struggle, he decided to go inside. As soon as Maisy saw him, she rushed to open the door, and without a word, she threw herself into his arms.
“I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” Kenny said softly, his arms wrapping around her in a comforting embrace. He could feel the weight of the moment in the way she clung to him.
Maisy pulled back slightly to look up at him. “I was afraid you might find me annoying,” she admitted, her eyes red from waiting and worry.
Kenny gently cupped her face. “Maisy, you don’t have to hide your feelings. I’m here for you.”
Maisy’s eyes glistened with emotion, and she took a deep breath. “Kenny, do you see me as a sister or something more?” Her voice was trembling, and her words were filled with a vulnerability she had never shown before.
Kenny hesitated, uncertainty clouding his expression. He had kissed her once before, but he had pulled away, unsure of what he felt. His heart ached as he looked at her, unsure of how to move forward.
Maisy could no longer wait for him to figure it out. She leaned in, closing the space between them, and kissed him softly on the lips.
Kenny stiffened, his breath hitching. “Maisy… Do you know what you’re doing?”
She nodded, her voice steady now. “Yes, I do. I want you, Kenny. I need you to understand how much I care about you.”
Kenny’s internal battle intensified as he tried to make sense of his feelings. But in that moment, he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. He embraced Maisy, his heart pounding as their connection deepened.
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