Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 62
✨New York ✨
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Joyce pulled back from the hug and looked at Alison.
A soft smile lingered on her lips, her eyes sparkling with happiness.
“How did you know I’m pregnant?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly, a mix of surprise and wonder.
Alison smiled, brushing away a stray tear that had fallen from her eyes.
“Well… you’re my girl. I know your body. I know everything about you,” he said, his gaze darkening with desire.
“Come on, Ali. Tell me—how did you know? I’ve kept this from everyone. I didn’t even tell Ana.
But how did you know?” Joyce asked, leaning closer, her pulse racing.
Alison’s hands slid down to her waist, fingers tracing slow, teasing circles that made shivers ripple down her spine.
“I noticed the way you were acting… and then I saw the pregnancy test.
That’s when I knew, you’re pregnant,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Joyce rested her hands on his neck, letting him draw her closer.
“So… are you marrying me just because I’m pregnant?” she asked, her eyes searching his.
Alison’s expression darkened, a flicker of frustration and longing in his eyes.
“No… that’s not it, Joyce. I’ve always wanted to marry you. But… because we were going through so much, I held back. I can’tKeep going circle with you “
“I need to make you mine forever,marry you, have kids, have a family with you, and our baby”
“You’re my everything.”
Joyce felt her chest tighten.
She could see the raw honesty in his eyes.
“I love you, Ali. I love you so damn much. I’ve never felt this way about anyone,” she whispered, her lips trembling.
“And I love you too… more than you’ll ever know,” Alison growled, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
His hands roamed her back, pulling her flush against him.
Joyce moaned, her body pressing into his, responding to every inch of heat and need between them.
His tongue traced hers with slow, demanding strokes, exploring, teasing, claiming.
She arched into him, gasping, lost in the heat of the moment.
Fingers tangled in his hair, she pulled him closer, needing more of him, craving the burn in his touch.
Alison’s hands slid under her dress.,
Warm against her skin, his lips trailing down her jaw, neck, and collarbone.
“God, Joyce… you’re mine,” he whispered, his breath hot and ragged.
Her moans mingled with his low growls as they melted into each other, lost in the fire of their desire,.
Until the intercom buzzed sharply, pulling them reluctantly from the moment.
“Are you accepting someone?” Alison asked, breathless, his lips still ghosting over hers.
Joyce shook her head, her cheeks flushed and heart racing.
“No… I think it’s the delivery. I ordered something,” she said, getting off his lap.
Alison smirked, planting a playful smack on her ass as she walked away.
Joyce shook her head, biting her lip and smiling, before walking to the door.
Her smile disappeared the moment she opened it, her heart sinking.
Hands clenched into fists, lips pressing together, anger and shock coursing through her.
Her eyes locked on the person standing there.
“Twin,” Juliet’s voice came out softly, nervously.
Joyce froze.
Her eyes widened, and the anger, the hurt she had been holding in all these years, came crashing back like lightning.
This was the sister who has wounded her the most.,
The one she had loved and trusted, only to be hurt over and over again.
Joyce’s chest ached, the pain undeniable.
She stared at Juliet, feeling betrayal twist in her veins
This was the same sister the same person who had betrayed her more than anyone ever could.
“Joy…” Juliet called again, her voice shaky, pleading.
Joyce recoiled, a tear sliding down her cheek.
Her lips curled in a bitter scoff.
“Julie,” she spat, her voice sharp with pain.
Juliet swallowed hard, hands trembling as she reached toward Joyce.
But Joyce moved back, keeping her distance.
“Please… just leave,” Joyce whispered, voice cracking, trembling with every word.
Juliet stepped closer, trying to move inside and close to her.
Joyce flinched back again, a stifled scream escaping her lips.
From inside the house, Alison rushed to the doorway, alarmed.
When he saw Juliet, he froze ,shocked.
This wasn’t a stranger, yet it wasn’t Joyce.
Then he looked at Joyce, noticing how her body shook, .
Her hands quivering, tears streaming down her face.
Concern filled Alison’s eyes.
“Joyce?” he called softly, stepping forward and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Who are you?”Alison asked Juliet.
Juliet bit her lip, desperation in her eyes.
“I’m Joyce’s sister… please… can I come in?”
Joyce’s glare was ice. “No. You have no right to be here. Leave….now.”
Alison looked from Joyce to Juliet, confusion evident on his face.
Gently, he lifted Joyce into his arms, murmuring against her ear, “Shh… you have to calm down.”
Juliet’s voice broke through, desperate.
“Can I just talk to her… just for some minutes, please?”
” Please… tell her to leave” Joyce whispered to Alison her voice lower.
Alison looked at Juliet, and he saw the pain, guilty, regrets on her face,.
He swallowed hard not knowing what to do,..
He looked down at Joyce his chest clenched, f+k he hated how she looked right now,.
Broken, vulnerable and the pain on her face, her face was already turning red from all the crying.
” Look, I don’t know what is going on with you two, but it doesn’t look like she is ready to listen to you” Alison said.
Juliet nodded, and wiped a tear on her face, she looked at Joyce.
” I’m sorry, Joyce I will wait till you are ready to talk to me” Juliet said before she walked away.
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✨ Paris ✨
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Mr. Kings checked the time, it was past eleven at night,but still, he couldn’t close his eyes.
She was just next door.
How could he possibly sleep without touching her, without kissing her?
F+k.
She had just come for dinner and hadn’t said a word to him, but the way she had dressed,that short, lace, silky night dress ,it was deliberate. She knew exactly what she was doing.
And f+k…
She had succeeded.
Now he was painfully hard just thinking about her in that dress, the way it clung to every curve.
She had stepped out of her room like she meant to torture him, and it was working.
“Fuck, Ana… what are you trying to do to me?” he cursed under his breath, his hand twitching near his hardness.
Should he just… jerk off?
No. He hated that shit.
He wanted her, not some quick fix.
Mr. Kings ran a hand through his hair and stood up from the couch, closing his laptop with a sharp snap.
He looked down and cursed again.
“Dude, you always get hard at the wrong times… this is so f+king annoying,” he muttered to himself.
Without thinking twice, he walked out of the living room toward her room.
His hand gripped the door handle, and he pushed it open.
The lights were on.
Ana lay on the bed, sprawled across it, the nightdress clinging to her body, highlighting every curve.
Her lips were parted slightly, and for a moment, Mr. Kings just stared.
F+k… she looked perfect.
And she was his.
He moved closer to the bed, his heart pounding, his body betraying him.
The hardness pressing against him grew with every step.
What if he just…?
No.
She was angry with him.
She would never agree to this willingly—not like this.
Still, his hands moved over her cheeks, sliding gently down as he leaned closer.
He pressed his lips against hers.
Ana immediately turned her face away.
“Don’t… touch me, you asshole., I’ll kill you!” she mumbled in her sleep.
He smirked, amused and impressed.
But the smirk vanished when he saw her eyelids flicker, a shadow of consciousness passing over her.
F+k, he couldn’t let her see him.
She was going to fucking mad.
So ,he quickly ducked under the bed, muttering,
“Perfect… now I’m officially a pervert hiding under her bed. Great job, Charlie.”
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