Elira had also been around often. Too often, so might say.
She knew things had gotten bad between Maddox and Alina. The way Maddox’s shoulders stayed tense even when he thought no one was looking.
Elira saw all of it. And she decided to do sothing about it.
She started showing up at his apartnt without calling first. Breakfast and a cup of coffee in the morning before she went to work. Takeout for dinner when she knew he’d be too tired to cook. She always had a reason. Always had an excuse ready to stay by his side.
"I was in the neighborhood," she’d say, even when she wasn’t.
"I made too much food," she’d claim, holding up containers that were clearly bought just for him.
Maddox never questioned her. He was too grateful for the company to ask why she kept coming back. The silence in his apartnt felt heavy when he was alone. Elira’s voice filled that silence. Her laugh made the walls feel less empty.
Most evenings started the sa way. She’d sit on his couch, close enough that her knee touched his. They’d talk about work, about nothing, about everything except the night at the hotel.
Those evenings stretched into nights. And those nights turned into sothing else entirely.
It wasn’t planned the second ti. At least, that’s what Maddox told himself. One mont they were talking, and the next, Elira’s hand was on his cheek. Her eyes were asking a question he was too tired to refuse to answer.
The kiss was soft at first. Then deeper, more urgent. They moved to his bedroom like they were sleepwalking. Like this was always going to happen and they were just finally admitting it.
But it happened again the next night. And the night after that.
Elira made herself comfortable in his space. She left a toothbrush in his bathroom. Her clothes started appearing in his laundry. She cooked breakfast in his kitchen like she belonged there.
And maybe she did belong there. That’s what she told herself every morning when she woke up in his bed.
Maddox was different now. The tension in his shoulders had eased. He smiled more. He laughed at her jokes, even the bad ones. When his phone buzzed with ssages, he’d look at it but not pick it up. Sotis he’d turn it face down on the table.
Elira noticed all of this. She kept track of every small victory.
She wasn’t stupid. She knew what people would call her. Ho wrecker. The other woman. She’d heard the words before, whispered about other won in other situations. But she didn’t care about that, she cared about him and him alone. After all, she was carrying his...
Nevertheless, the results were good.
Maddox was pulling away from his wife. The distance between them grew wider each day. Every night he spent with Elira was a night he wasn’t trying to fix his marriage. Every morning he woke up next to her was a morning he wasn’t thinking about going ho.
Elira had patience. She’d learned that rushing things only made n run away. So she took her ti. She made herself useful. She made herself necessary.
She learned how he liked his coffee. She rembered which TV shows he enjoyed. She listened when he talked about his coaching application problems and helped by contacting her father to find a suitable youth team for him to coach.
Of course, one out of reach for Stormgate Corporations. All these happened without his knowledge. It was her little gift to him before the big reveal.
During this ti, she never said bad things about Alina. She was smarter than that. She let Maddox reach his own conclusions. She just provided the comfort he needed while he figured things out.
Elira knew this was her chance. Maybe her only chance to keep him for ’themselves’.
She started leaving things at his place on purpose. A sweater she’d worn, nighties. Little pieces of herself scattered around his apartnt like seeds waiting to grow.
Maddox noticed but didn’t say anything. Maybe he liked having her things mixed in with his. Maybe it made the place feel less lonely.
Elira watched him carefully. She learned his moods. She knew when to push and when to pull back. She knew when he needed space and when he needed her close.
She was good at reading people. It was one of her talents.
And she could read that Maddox was falling for her. Not just the physical stuff, though that was part of it. He was falling for the life she represented. The ease of being with soone who understood him. The comfort of not having to fight for every conversation.
With Alina, everything was a struggle. Every discussion turned into an argunt. Every attempt to connect ended in frustration.
With Elira, things were simple. She agreed with him. She supported him. She made him feel like the man he used to be before his marriage started falling apart.
She wasn’t playing gas, she was serious about it.
And one of those nights happened to be today...
Elira lay sprawled on Maddox’s couch, her body relaxed and sated after their latest round of passionate lovemaking. She trailed her fingers idly over the sweat-slicked skin of his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles.
"You know," she murmured, "I could get used to this. Waking up in your bed, having you inside , falling asleep in your arms..."
Maddox huffed a laugh, nuzzling into her hair. "Careful what you wish for, princess. I might just keep you here forever."
Elira shivered at the possessive tone in his voice, a thrill of desire running through her. "Promise?"
He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, leaving her breathless when they parted. "You have no idea how much I want to," he growled. "Want to keep you bare and willing and writhing on my cock day and night..."
She moaned at the filthy words, already growing wet again. "Yes... want that... want to be yours, all yours..."
Maddox’s hand slid down her body, fingers dipping between her thighs to tease through her slick folds. "You’re already so wet for ," he purred. "Always so ready..."
"Mmmh—ahh... for you... only ever for you..." Elira spread her legs wider in invitation, her hips arching into his touch.
He circled her clit with maddening slowness, keeping her balanced on the knife’s edge of pleasure. "Tell what you want," he commanded. "I want to hear you say it."
"I... I want you..." she whimpered. "Want your cock, want you to fill up, make scream..."
Maddox groaned at her words, his own desire rising anew. He withdrew his fingers, positioning himself at her entrance.
"Beg for it," he said hoarsely. "Beg to fuck you."
"Please... please fuck ," Elira gasped, undulating beneath him. "Need you inside , need you to stretch open, ruin for anyone else..."
Maddox thrust forward in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt. They both cried out at the sensation, bodies fitting together like they were made for this.
"Yes—fuck—you’re so tight," Maddox groaned, starting a steady rhythm. "So perfect around my cock..."
Elira could only moan in response, her nails raking down his back as he drove into her harder, faster. The room filled with the slap of skin on skin and their mingled moans of pleasure.
Maddox captured her mouth in a filthy kiss, tongue delving deep to taste her as he pounded into her relentlessly. Elira sucked on his lower lip, biting down lightly as she ground her hips up to et his thrusts.
They lost themselves in each other then, all rational thought fading away under the onslaught of sensation.
There was only the slide of sweat-slicked skin, the pressure building low in their bellies, the desperate need to be as close as possible.
Elira ca first, crying out as ecstasy crashed over her in waves. Maddox followed a mont later, spilling deep inside her with a hoarse shout of her na.
They collapsed together, bodies still joined as they struggled to catch their breath. Maddox pressed soft kisses to Elira’s face, her neck, her shoulders.
"I love you," he murmured against her skin.
Elira smiled, her heart swelling with emotion. "I love you too," she whispered back. "More than anything."
They stayed like that for a long mont, basking in the afterglow.
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