Sky's P.O.V.At night, as I lie in bed, my mind swirls with thoughts of how to keep Zoe away from Liam. Every time I close my eyes, I see Liam trying to kiss her, and it makes my blood boil. I can't let that happen. I won't.Liam should never come to know the taste of Zoe's lips. Every inch of her body belongs to me, and I can't let anybody take that right away from me.I have to think of something because I can't be with Zoe twenty-four hours a day to keep her away from Liam.Running my fingers through my hair, I sit up, trying to think of a plan. I can't physically hurt Liam because that would only make things worse. But maybe I can scare him enough to make him back off.An idea strikes me, and I grab my phone and download a voice-changing app. I know what I'm planning to do is wrong, but desperate situations require drastic actions. I can't let Zoe get close to Liam, not when I've accepted my desire for her.Right now, I may not be able to tell Zoe how I feel and how much I desire
Sky's P.O.V.I watch from a distance as Zoe and Liam talk in the cafeteria. Every time I see them together, I feel such rage within me I think my mind will explode.Zoe is mine. Liam, you shouldn't have come between us.Zoe's concerned expression and his serious demeanour confirm my suspicions: Liam has told her about the call.I feel a pang of guilt, but I quickly shove it aside. I need to do this. Zoe belongs to me, and I won't let anyone dare touch her. My desire for her burns too brightly to allow anyone else to come near.Zoe gets up to leave, and my heart aches as I see the worry etched on her face. It hurts more because she is worried because of me. But I know very well how to comfort my Trouble."Hey, Trouble," I call out, approaching her as she walks away from the cafeteria.She stares at me, worried. "Hey." She glances at my bandaged forehead. "How is it?"How can I stop my heart from beating for this woman? She's just learned something serious, yet she's still concerned abo
Sky's P.O.V."What's on your mind, Trouble?" I ask Zoe. She sits beside me on the mat, her eyes focused on the water.Without shifting her gaze, she responds, "I was wondering what if Liam is lying to me."My brows furrow in confusion. "What do you mean?""Two days ago, I didn't let him kiss me. Maybe now he doesn't want me in his life, so he lied about the call to push me away." She finally turns to look at me, her eyes filled with uncertainty.The idea of Liam lying to her feels like a gift wrapped in guilt. It means Zoe is doubting him, and that's exactly what I need. But seeing her so conflicted makes me feel like a monster.Fuck! What am I becoming?I place my hand on hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Zoe, if Liam is playing games with you, he doesn't deserve you. You deserve someone who is honest and genuinely cares about you."Anyway, Liam doesn't deserve Zoe at all. He cowardly pushed her away after a single phone call. If I were in his position, I would have confronted t
Sky's P.O.V."I'm still in shock that you danced with me in the rain," Zoe says, sitting beside me in the car's passenger seat as I drop her off at her apartment. "You let me get drenched, and you even joined me! Am I dreaming?"I chuckle at her words. "I must say, life is pretty unexpected, Trouble. You must stay ready for surprises." After giving her a quick wink, I concentrate on the road.And it's just the beginning. The most unexpected thing is yet to happen in your life, Trouble. The floor is going to slip from beneath your feet when you find out about the wild things I want to do with you. Your best friend desires you in ways you can't even imagine.She laughs. "I guess you're right, Sky. Life is full of surprises."***As we pull up to her apartment, the rain has slowed to a gentle drizzle. Zoe turns to me with a smile on her face. "Thank you for today, Sky. I really needed it."I return her smile, taking her hand in mine. "Anytime, Trouble. You know I'm always here for you."
Sky's P.O.V.As the bartender prepares the drinks I ordered, my eyes remain fixed on Zoe, who is dancing freely, completely lost in the music. She looks so fucking beautiful, so captivating, that I can't tear my eyes away from her.But then I notice a guy approaching her, his gaze fixed on her body with lust. My blood boils with anger. How dare he look at her like that?I march over, my fists clenched. Before he can touch her, I push him away, my eyes blazing with fury. The guy stumbles back, looking startled and then annoyed. But one glance at my expression makes him think twice. He backs off, muttering something under his breath.I turn my attention to Zoe, who is dancing oblivious to the scene, her back turned to me.It's enough to hide my desire from Zoe.Without a second thought, I grab her waist and yank her towards me, forgetting everything else. Her back collides with my front, sending jolts of electricity down my spine.Right now, I don't care how she will react; I just want
Zoe's P.O.V.I rush out of the club, my body burning, my cheeks red, and my heart pounding in my chest after the intense kiss.Fuck! I kissed Sky. I kissed my best friend. It felt so right and yet so confusing. It was something I never saw coming.I can't believe I had my first kiss with my best friend. I don't know how I should feel. It's so overwhelming. I always thought my first kiss would be with someone I was romantically involved with, but now everything feels uncertain.I replay the kiss in my mind, the feel of his lips on mine, the way his hands held me so possessively. It was intense, passionate, and everything I had never expected from Sky.God! What's happening in my life?Is it some kind of wild dream?***After reaching my apartment, I throw my bag on the couch and head straight to the bathroom. I splash cold water on my face, trying to make sense of everything. The kiss felt amazing, but it also complicates things. Sky is my best friend.I look in the mirror and our kiss
Zoe's P.O.V.Sky grabs my arms and yanks me closer to him. "No, I don't want to forget it because it wasn't a mistake for me, Trouble." He moves closer to my face, making my heartbeat race, his intense gaze fixed on me.What is happening to me? Why is he behaving like this? We're best friends. How can things change so drastically between us? It was just a kiss that happened in the heat of the moment. Why can't he understand?He questions, "Didn't I give you a chance to push me away last night, Zoe?" As I remain silent, he repeats the question, his tone firm. "Didn't I?""Yes, you did," I admit in a low voice."And did you push me away?" he presses, his grip tightening slightly, making my heart race even faster.I shake my head. "No, I didn't.""Why?" He raises his brows at me. I keep staring at him mutely because I don't have an answer to his question. I don't know why I didn't push him away.He withdraws his hands from my arms and clasps my face. "You didn't push me away because you
Sky's P.O.V.Damn! What did I do?Instead of explaining my feelings, I started asserting my right over her. It's as if possessiveness took over me when I saw Liam leaving her apartment. I just can't bear to see her with any other man now. It boils my blood.What will she think of me?However, she was soaking wet for me when I slipped my hand inside her undies. It means I'm affecting her. She doesn't understand it now because all this is completely unexpected for her.I'll give her time to process everything, but I won't let her get close to Liam. I can't afford to lose Zoe at any cost. She has to understand that we're more than best friends now.As I drive home, I replay everything in my mind—my possessiveness, my hand inside her short and rubbing her, and her reactions. Fuck! The way she was grinding against my hand. It was so satisfying. I can't forget it. Zoe was wet for me! She needs me, but she doesn't know. But I'll make her understand.When I get home, I pour myself a drink, t
Alex’s P.O.V. Six Months Later We’re on holiday with our little daughters, Ella and Lexi. Their names are inspired by ours—Ella, taken from Stella’s name, with her golden eyes resembling her mommy’s, and Lexi, from mine, with hazel eyes just like mine. Honestly, it feels like it was just yesterday when I held them in my arms for the first time. They’re growing up so fast that sometimes I feel like pausing the time and cherishing every little moment. Sitting on the sand by the beach, Ella and Lexi laugh in unison as their mother dances crazily in front of them to make them smile, giving me the perfect moment to capture their photo. They look adorable, as always, in their matching onesies and white caps. My little flowers. And their mother, my flower—she isn’t any less stunning. The way she moves with no care in the world and her laughter rings out over the sound of the waves is mesmerising. She is dressed up in a white summer dress, and her hair sways in the breeze, adding to her b
Stella’s P.O.V.Two Months LaterIt’s the last month of my pregnancy, and Alex is massaging my feet. My stomach has grown so much from carrying twins that it has become hard to handle. Every movement feels like an effort. This month is getting so difficult, but I try to remind myself it’ll be worth it when I finally meet our mini-versions.Alex looks up at me, concern etched in his features as he kneads the arch of my foot. “You okay, Flower? You’ve been so quiet.”I let out a sigh, leaning back against the pillows as I close my eyes for a moment. “It’s just... everything feels so heavy now, Alex. I feel like I’m going to burst sometimes.”He pauses before lifting my foot to give it a soft kiss. “You’re doing amazing, Stella. Just a little longer and we’ll have our mini versions here. And then I’ll be there with you every step of the way.”I’m exhausted, but hearing him say that makes everything feel a little easier. “You know I’m so lucky to have you.” I give him a smile.He slides h
Stella’s P.O.V.I’m going for shopping with Zoe. We sit in the backseat, resting our hands on our baby bumps. It was our choice to marry on the same day, but it was God’s choice to make us pregnant together. But I’m loving it. Getting pregnant with your bestie is another kind of fun.We laugh as we compare cravings, complain about swollen feet, and talk about our husbands, who bear our mood swings without a single complaint.“You know,” I say between laughs, “my babies only get active when Alex kisses me or when we…” I pause with a smirk, lowering my voice, “You know… when we have sex.”Zoe rolls her eyes. “Lucky you! My baby stays active all the time. I feel them moving all day long.” She rubs her belly with an exaggerated sigh. “And guess what? They’re active even now.”I chuckle, shaking my head. “Well, they’re definitely taking after their mommy—always energetic and never sitting still.”Zoe narrows her eyes in horror and turns her attention to her bump, caressing it. “No, no, lit
Alex’s P.O.V.As I step into the room through the glass door, holding my pregnant wife in my arms, the curtains flutter in the breeze, making the atmosphere even more beautiful and intense. Our eyes filled with desire are fixed on each other.I lay her down gently on the bed and stand in front of her before pulling off my shirt. Her gaze grows darker as she watches me, biting her lips in anticipation.As I climb above her, placing my hands on either side of her, her fingers trace my bare chest. “Still can’t believe it—you’re my husband. So damn perfect and hot.”“This hot and perfect man is all yours, Flower.” As I tug the blue ribbon from her hair, her hair tumbles loose, framing her face. She lies beneath me, looking absolutely stunning with a smile on her face.“Yes, mine.” Her eyes glint as her hands slide down to my jeans. When her hand slips inside and squeezes me over my boxers, a groan escapes my throat.“Fuck, Stella.” I clutch the ribbon in my hand as she boldly takes the le
Alex’s P.O.V.A Few Years LaterStella and I walk hand in hand along the beach, the gentle waves brushing against our feet.I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s glowing, looking more beautiful than ever. It’s not just the warm sunlight or the way her hair dances in the breeze—it’s the life growing inside her. Not one, but two mini versions of us, created from our love. She’s wearing a simple white crop top paired with a long blue skirt, but she looks ethereal.“You’re staring again,” she says with a smile, her free hand resting on her bare, rounded belly.I grin, shaking my head. “What can I do, Stella? Even before your pregnancy, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. But now…” I glance at her baby bump as I add, “now you’re even more breathtaking. This glow, this beauty—it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”As she looks down at her belly, her smile fades slightly. “And here I feel like crying most days because nothing fits me anymore. Not a single piece of clothing!” She pouts at me.I sto
Stella’s P.O.V.A Few Months LaterThe church is adorned with white roses and golden lights. Alex and I walk down the aisle, arm in arm, to take our seats. Mom is standing at the altar with Henry, their hands clasped together, their love for each other visible at every glance.In the past few months, Henry has proven just how much he loves my mother, and he’s shown us that he’s nothing like her past two husbands. I’ve seen how happy she is these days—how he makes her feel safe and cherished, just like Alex does for me. I’m truly glad that Mom has finally found a life partner who will always treat her with the love and care she deserves.Alex and I settle in the front row, sitting next to Henry’s sons, Sebastian and Xavier. They greet us with polite smiles.I fix my eyes on the altar, and tears of joy gather in my eyes as I watch her. I’ve never seen her look so full of hope and happiness. Please God, always keep her happy like this.Alex notices and leans closer, brushing his fingers
Stella’s P.O.V.Dinner with Mom feels different tonight. There’s an energy about her—a spark in her eyes I haven’t seen in years.As we sit around the table, eating the pasta she made, she clears her throat. I glance up and catch the slight nervousness in her expression.“There’s something I’ve been thinking to tell you both,” she finally speak up, her eyes swaying between me and Alex.I pause, my fork midway to my mouth. “Mom, what is it?”She sets her fork down and looks at me with a smile. “About a month ago, I reconnected with someone from my past… my college sweetheart.”My fork clatters onto my plate as I sit up straighter. “Your college sweetheart?”Mom nods, her cheeks tinged with a blush. “Yes. His name is Henry. We had to separate because my parents forced me to marry your father. But now…” She pauses, her eyes shining with a mix of emotions. “Now we’ve found each other again. He’s single, I’m single, and… we’ve been spending time together. It’s been wonderful.”I glance at
Alex’s P.O.V.Three Months LaterI’ve been healing gradually from the truth I discovered about my father three months ago.I’m certain I would’ve completely lost myself if Stella hadn’t been there for me during this time. She helped me find myself again and stood strong, even though I know she herself was healing from the trauma of taking someone’s life.Her mother protected Stella by ensuring her name didn’t come up during the police investigation. She lied, claiming that she hit my father in self-defence, which ultimately led to his death.Even though he was a monster, it’s been hard for Stella to accept that she killed someone. But during this time, we’ve become each other’s strength.We’re now living in an apartment I bought near our college. All of my father’s properties were in my name, but I donated them to charity. I didn’t want to keep anything that belonged to that man. However, I kept the beach house because it’s close to my heart. That place has always given me some kind o
Alex’s P.O.V.“I love you more, Alex.”These words are like a lifeline, pulling me out of the storm I’ve been drowning in. I can hardly believe my ears. For so long, I’ve waited to hear those words from her lips.Suddenly, all my pain disappears, and the only thing I feel is immense satisfaction. Stella’s confession means so much to me. It means she is finally ready to give me her heart completely. She trusts me. She is giving love a second chance.I stop walking, frozen in the moment. All the darkness, the guilt, the fear—it’s still there, but her words make it bearable.I glance down at her in my arms. Did she really say it? Or is my mind playing tricks on me?Carefully, I lower her to the soft sand near the water, the waves lapping gently at the shore, their sound as peaceful as always.I cup her face in my hands, brushing her cheeks with my thumbs. “Say it again, Please, Stella. Say it again.” I request, fixing my eyes on her.Her eyes are filled with immense affection, and she sm