What He Won't Do

Chapter 1: Sasha

Sasha studied him with a steady look, wondering how she kept letting herself get pulled back into this mess. Terrance wasn't the right man for anybody, and she knew it. He was selfish, conceited, and only concerned about what made him happy. He never looked past his own wants long enough to consider how his choices affected the people who cared about him.

But despite everything, there was something about him that kept her tangled up.

Something she couldn't shake.

Tattoos. Confidence. That ridiculous little smirk.

Even at 5'1", he carried himself like he owned whatever room he stepped in. And Sasha always had a weakness for a man whose ink told a story.

Too bad he was married.

Too bad he clearly didn't care.

His wife never checked him, never questioned him, never demanded better. Sasha used to think the woman was clueless... now she was starting to think maybe the wife just got tired of trying.

"You must see somethin' you like," Terrance said, catching her staring. His tone was smug, like he already knew the answer.

She rolled her eyes, but he flexed anyway, showing off like he always did. And she hated how her body reacted to it, how easily he read her, how quickly he slipped under her skin.

She kept telling herself to leave him alone. Every time.

And every time she ended up right back here.

Girl, what is wrong with you? she thought. No man is worth this headache. Not even him.

But the truth was simple, embarrassing, and real. She liked how he made her feel. Even if it was temporary. Even if it wasn't love. Even if it was all wrong.

She had her own house, her own money, her own life.

She didn't need him for a damn thing... except the one thing she kept coming back for.

"Hell yeah, bring it over here," she said, half annoyed with herself, half giving in to the moment.

Terrance smirked and climbed into the bed with that same hungry confidence. They moved together naturally, the kind of chemistry that came from knowing each other's rhythm too well.

After a while, he caught his breath and looked at her with that cocky grin she hated loving.

"You want it again before I leave?" he asked.

She laughed low, brushing her hair back. "How about you give it to me now... then we eat... then we go again all night... and again before you leave in the morning?"

He shook his head like she was trouble, but that smile gave him away. "Sounds like a plan to me."

Terrance slid closer, kissing his way down her body in slow, deliberate movements.

"Let's eat," he murmured, voice low.

Sasha felt her breath catch, but somewhere deep down, she knew this man wasn't hers and never would be. Terrance always left eventually back to his wife, back to his life, back to whatever story he told himself about who he was.

But right now?

Right now, he was here.

And right now was all he cared about.

In the back of his mind, he knew going home later would mean consequences... but Terrance had a talent for ignoring the future until it slapped him in the face.

Tonight, he wasn't thinking about anything but her.