Stop Begging! I'm Now A Star Beyond Your Reach

"I can't... Theo, I really can't keep going."

A soft amber glow spread across the room, wrapping it in a quiet, intimate warmth. The bed moved in a slow, steady sway.

With her eyes barely open, Olivia Harvey—once Olivia Brown—clung to Theo Harvey's neck. Heat lingered across her face, and beneath Theo's strong, well-built form, she felt unsteady, as if she were drifting without direction.

Her head tilted back, her body still caught in the fading pull of what they had just shared.

As he looked down at her, something gentler passed through Theo's eyes. He lowered himself, lifting her chin in his hand before pressing his lips to hers again, drawing out soft protests and broken pleas. "Please... no more..."

Summoning what strength she had left, Olivia pushed against him, finally stopping him.

Near her ear, Theo's breath brushed her skin as he bit lightly, his voice low and rough. "Fine. I'll stop tonight. But tomorrow, you're making up for it... twice."

Pulling away, he rose from the bed, his broad shoulders and lean frame on full display. "I'll take a shower."

A small nod came from Olivia, her face still warm.

For almost a decade, she had carried quiet feelings for him.

Even now, as his wife, that pull hadn't faded. If anything, it held her tighter.

The sound of running water soon filled the space, and as it did, Olivia slowly eased out of that lingering haze, a quiet warmth settling in her chest.

Right then, the phone beside her vibrated.

It was Theo's.

Her eyes shifted toward the screen.

A message popped up from Jennifer Palmer. "Theo, what should I wear for the concert?"

Driven by curiosity, Olivia opened it. In the first photo, Jennifer angled the shot to highlight her collarbones, with the neckline of a white dress dipping just enough to show a hint of her breasts. The outfit gave off an innocent look, yet it carried a quiet allure.

Another swipe brought up the next image. This time, Jennifer wore a gray pleated skirt and kept the same soft expression, but the way she sat exposed part of her thigh. The pose felt deliberate, more suggestive than it first appeared.

A moment ago, Olivia had felt light and content, but that feeling vanished in an instant. Her fingers tightened against the sheets without her noticing.

Memory pulled her back to when Theo first introduced Jennifer.

Back then, he said she saved his life. She had dragged him out of a fire, and that act had cost her dearly, leaving her unable to walk and bound to a wheelchair.

Olivia understood what that debt meant to Theo.

Still, she was Theo's wife now. Seeing those kinds of photos sent to her husband stirred something sharp in her chest.

The bathroom door opened, and Theo stepped out. His eyes landed on Olivia lying on her side, her posture seductive.

Without hesitation, he let the robe fall, lifted the blanket, and moved closer to her.

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