Freen, a carefree and flirtatious cardio chief, lives for fleeting connections and easy fun. Becky, newly divorced and carrying deep emotional scars, values quiet and control above all else. When fate-and family-throw these polar opposites together, their worlds collide. Freen's playful spirit finds its match in Becky's unbreakable calm, sparking a magnetic tension where irresistible force meets immovable object. This is a story of healing, family, and the unexpected love that blooms when sunshine tries to warm a carefully guarded heart.

Some love stories aren't loud. They don't bloom under sunlight - they survive in silence. Behind controlled expressions and carefully chosen words, something fragile is slowly shifting. What looks like strength may be restraint. What sounds like cruelty may. ."Please... no... I can't," she whispers, voice trembling, and yet she doesn't move. Beck stands beside her, hands clenched, voice sharp and cold. "Hold still," she orders, heart breaking at every tear she forces her to endure. It's the space between them - the words left unsaid, the glances that linger too long, the quiet that grows heavier with each passing day. "Don't move... I said, stay still," Beck adds, softer only for a moment, her own voice cracking. For an instant, the world feels impossibly fragile. This is a story about the space between two people - the things left unsaid, the tension that lingers, and the cracks that form long before anyone admits they're there. Not every fracture is visible. But every fracture changes something. How do you protect someone by hurting them? How do you stay steady when your own heart is cracking? "Beneath the Cracks... where love hurts, and cracks you cannot see." ----- Freen is g!p------ [This story has occasional mature scenes. Please read with discretion.]

Clock Out, Clothes Off By day, Becky and Freen are openly hostile co-workers. Their bickering is legendary sharp words, cutting remarks, and arguments that leave the office holding its breath. Freen is mouthy, reckless, and unafraid to provoke. Becky is calm, controlled, and ice-cold in the middle of every fire. Everyone assumes they despise each other. They're not wrong. But when the office lights dim and the doors lock after hours, hatred turns into something far more dangerous. Behind closed doors, their anger finds a different outlet. The same sharp words become fuel, the same tension ignites into something intense and addictive. Freen pushes buttons she knows she shouldn't. Becky never raises her voice but she always makes Freen pay for it, on her own terms. What starts as a secret, volatile arrangement becomes impossible to contain. The line between loathing and desire blurs as deadlines loom, jealousy creeps in, and the risk of being discovered grows. Neither of them wants to admit what's really happening because admitting it would mean facing the truth. They don't just hate each other. They ATE each other (RAW) They crave the fire they create together. 'Clock Out, Clothes Off' is a story about obsession disguised as anger, desire sharpened by resentment and two women who use hate as an excuse to keep touching.