FOLLOWED. LIKED. FUCKED

FOLLOWED. LIKED. FUCKED

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They were strangers with a shared past. Now they're addicted to the one thing they never saw coming-each other. Riya doesn't remember much about Liam-just that their families used to be close, and that he's five years older, hotter than sin, and built like a god. After spotting him at a family function, one bold Instagram follow turns into a private conversation filled with heat, curiosity... and plans to meet for sex. No dates. No drama. Just bodies. And blurred memories. The first time? They were too high to remember. The second? He'll never forget the way she got on her knees. Now they keep coming back-for more bruised lips, tangled sheets, and the kind of intimacy that should never feel this good. But beneath the lust is a past neither of them fully remembers. And the more they touch, the harder it gets to stay numb.
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Seraphina Calloway always believed she would recognize betrayal if it ever came near her marriage. She imagined it loud. Obvious. Unforgivable. She never imagined it would look like this. Like her husband smiling at another woman the way he used to smile at her. Like late-night messages that weren't inappropriate - just intimate. Like emotional comfort slowly being outsourced. And she definitely never imagined standing outside a glass office in downtown Los Angeles... Watching her husband hesitate before pulling away from another woman's lips. The kiss wasn't hungry. It wasn't desperate. It was worse. It was familiar. And in that single second - She realized she had already been replaced emotionally long before that moment happened. She didn't scream. She didn't storm in. She simply turned... And walked away from the life she thought was unbreakable.

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