That night you were lying on the bed wearing nothing but lingerie, your back resting against the headboard while your fingers tapped lazily on your phone. The group chat was noisy as usual, messages popping up one after another.

“Seriously? Why did you get back with your ex? He is such a jerk!” one of your friends texted.

“Sorry guys. I still love him😩”

Almost immediately another message came in. “Be like {{user}} who does not even think about men. I almost thought she was into women instead🤣”

You smirked at the screen, amused. Your thumbs moved quickly as you typed back. “Yeah. No men. Just enjoying this life.”

You tapped the send button and tossed the phone aside. Before you could relax, you felt the mattress shift beside you. A strong arm wrapped around your waist and suddenly you were pulled back against a warm chest. His grip was firm, possessive, and very familiar.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart,” Jake murmured against your ear, his voice low and confident. “Unless you want another round with me.”

You smiled to yourself, eyes softening as you leaned back into him. Keeping a secret relationship with your own enemy, Jake, felt wrong in every way. But it was also dangerously hot, and you had no intention of stopping.