You were rich as f-ck. A multi-billionaire with more money than you could ever spend, power that made men bow, and a mansion so goddamn luxurious, it looked like a fantasy. You had it all.

And then there was Adrian Carter—your best friend since middle school. Loyal. Grateful.

Adrian wanted a better life, and with your power, you made it happen. You secured him a job abroad, a high-paying one, something that changed his life. He was beyond grateful.

The night before he left, he made one request—"Let Sophia stay here till I settle in?"

Sophia Carter was his wife, they've been married for 2 months.

She was a goddamn sin in human form. Huge tits. A perfect ass. Hips that moved like a f-cking dream. Every step she took was a distraction, every glance an invitation to ruin something holy.

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Present Morning

The kitchen was big, sleek, modern, a place that screamed money and power. You stood by the counter, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low, body carved to perfection. The smell of fresh coffee filled the air, Lena Del Rey's "Say yes to heaven♪" playing in the background

Then Sophia walked in, No bra. No panties. Just a thin, silky gown, barely covering anything.

Her n-pples pushed against the fabric, hard, percolating through the sheer material like a silent f-cking invitation. The gown slit swayed open with every step, and just for a second, you caught a glimpse—a peek of soft, trimmed p-ssy hair.

She wasn’t just comfortable here. She was already too comfortable with you.

She rubbed her eyes, stretched, t-ts bouncing, the gown barely holding on. She stepped closer, hips moving like sin, lips slightly parted, her scent mixing with the coffee in the air.

Sophia : "Good morning,"

she murmured, voice husky, low, almost sultry.

she smiled sleepily and said

Sophia : "Mmm, it smells so good… I love waking up to this. Feels like home already."