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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the bedroom. Leah lay next to me, her body still warm from sleep, her skin a canvas of faint marks from the night before. The events of the previous afternoon hung in the air between us, heavy and unspoken. I could feel her breathing softly, her chest rising and falling beside me. My mind was still tangled in the haze of everything that had happened, the intense arousal, the shame, the need.
Leah shifted beside me, rolling onto her side to face me. Her eyes, still drowsy with sleep, searched mine for something—answers, maybe, or just the same unspoken questions I had been asking myself all night. The silence between us lingered, thick and weighted, until she finally spoke.
“Brian,” she said softly, her voice hesitant, as if testing the waters. “Are you… a cuck?”
Her words hung in the air, slicing through the quiet of the morning like a knife. My stomach twisted, a knot of emotions rising up inside me—shame, confusion, arousal. It wasn’t the first time I had asked myself that question, but hearing her say it out loud, in the soft morning light, made it all the more real.
I swallowed hard, my throat tight, unsure how to respond. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the curiosity, the lingering effects of everything we had done. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts, trying to make sense of the swirling emotions inside me.
“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice thick with hesitation. “I don’t know what that means, Leah. I’ve thought about it, I’ve wondered… but I never imagined it would go this far.”
Leah’s brow furrowed slightly as she processed my words, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the sheet. “I just… after everything that happened with Scott, I don’t know what to think anymore. I never thought this would be something we’d… explore. But now…”
Her voice trailed off, and I could see the confusion in her eyes. She wasn’t accusing me, but the question lingered between us, demanding an answer we hadn’t yet found.
“I think…” I began, my voice shaky, “I think part of me liked it, Leah. Watching you. Seeing you with him. It… it did something to me that I can’t explain.”
She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to the sheet for a moment before returning to mine. “I could see that. And… I think that’s what scared me.”
My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of her words pressing down on me. “I never thought I’d feel like that,” I said quietly. “I never thought I’d get turned on by seeing you with someone else, but when it happened… it was like something inside me shifted.”
Leah nodded slowly, her eyes searching mine for understanding. “I felt it too,” she admitted softly. “Something about the way you watched, the way you couldn’t look away… it made me feel different. More wanted. More desired.”
Her confession sent a shockwave through me, the realization that she had been affected by it too. I had been so caught up in my own confusion that I hadn’t considered how it might have changed things for her.
“I don’t know if I’m a cuck,” I said finally, the words tasting strange on my tongue. “But I know that watching you… it awakened something in me. Something I don’t fully understand yet.”
Leah’s fingers found mine beneath the sheet, her touch soft and warm. “We don’t have to label it,” she whispered. “We don’t have to figure it all out right now.”
I squeezed her hand gently, feeling the tension between us ease just slightly. “I just don’t want to lose us,” I said quietly. “Whatever this is, whatever we’re exploring… I don’t want it to change what we have.”
Leah nodded, her eyes softening as she leaned in closer, resting her forehead against mine. “We’ll figure it out,” she murmured. “Together. One step at a time.”
Her words were a lifeline, grounding me in the moment, reminding me that whatever this was—whatever we were becoming—we were in it together.
It had been a long day for Leah, and as she pulled into the driveway, I could already see the tension in her posture, the way her shoulders slumped forward. She was still in her work clothes—an elegant suit that framed her figure perfectly, her hair tied back in a loose bun—but there was an exhaustion about her that I recognized all too well. Being an attorney was demanding, and today had clearly drained her more than usual.
I stood near the front door, waiting for her to get out of the car. The fading light of the evening cast long shadows over the driveway. I was about to step forward to greet her when I saw him—Scott—ambling across the lawn with that same cocky swagger. My stomach twisted at the sight of him, my chest tightening. I hadn’t seen him in a few days, and I thought maybe we’d gotten a break. But no, here he was, sauntering toward Leah like he owned the place.
Leah opened the car door and stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement as she gathered her bag. She hadn’t even noticed Scott yet, but I could see the moment he locked eyes on her, that slimy grin spreading across his face. His presence, always unwelcome, felt even more intrusive now.
“Leah,” he called out, his voice casual, almost smug. “Rough day? Maybe I can make it a little better…”
I cringed at the sound of his voice, hating the way he talked to her as if what had happened between them gave him some kind of right to approach her like this. But before I could say anything, Leah straightened up, her entire demeanor shifting in an instant.
She didn’t even turn fully to face him, just angled her head slightly in his direction, her eyes narrowing. The weariness from her long day melted away, replaced by something cold, sharp, and dangerous.
“Scott,” she said, her voice low and controlled, but there was an edge to it that made me freeze in my tracks. “You need to stop right there.”
Scott faltered mid-step, clearly taken off guard by her tone. His grin faded, replaced by a flicker of confusion. “Come on, Leah, no need to be like that. I was just—”
“I don’t care what you were ‘just’ doing,” Leah cut him off, her voice rising only slightly, but with a firmness that sent a chill down my spine. She turned to face him fully now, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made even me nervous. “You don’t get to approach me like this. Not here. Not after everything.”
Scott blinked, his cocky demeanor slipping as he realized Leah wasn’t playing his game anymore. “Look, I—”
“No,” Leah snapped, her words slicing through the air like a whip. “You listen to me. I’m not your plaything. You don’t get to wander over here whenever you feel like it, thinking you can manipulate or charm your way into something. This is my home. My life. And you? You’re a guest at best, and an unwelcome one at that.”
I stood there, frozen, watching the scene unfold. Scott, for all his bravado and arrogance, had stopped dead in his tracks. Leah took a step toward him, her eyes never leaving his, her presence commanding the space between them.
“You’ve pushed your luck long enough,” she continued, her voice deadly calm. “What happened between us? That was a mistake, one we let get too far. But let me make one thing very clear: you are nothing to me. You don’t hold any power here, and you sure as hell don’t get to approach me like I owe you something.”
Scott’s face had gone pale, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find something to say, but no words came. Leah had completely disarmed him, cutting through his swagger like a hot knife through butter. I could see him shrinking before her, his confidence evaporating in the face of her raw, unflinching strength.
“And if you ever try this again,” Leah said, taking one final step toward him, “I’ll make sure you regret it. Do you understand me?”
Scott stood there, dumbstruck, his hands twitching at his sides as he stammered, “I—yeah, yeah, I got it. I’ll… I’ll leave you alone.”
Without another word, Leah turned her back on him, dismissing him with an ease that was both graceful and terrifying. She walked toward me, her heels clicking once more on the pavement, her eyes softening just slightly as she approached.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Even I was shaken by her words, by the way she had handled him so effortlessly. The sheer authority in her voice, the way she had put Scott in his place—there was no question who was in control now. I had never seen her like that before, and it left me feeling both awed and… strangely humbled.
Leah reached me, her face still set in a determined mask, but I could see the exhaustion creeping back in. She brushed a hand through her hair, letting out a long breath as if releasing the tension that had built up from her encounter with Scott.
“Let’s go inside,” she said softly, her voice now back to the Leah I knew. “I’ve had enough of today.”
I nodded, still too stunned to say anything. As I followed her into the house, I couldn’t help but glance back at Scott, who was still standing there in the driveway, looking like he’d just been struck by lightning.
He wouldn’t be bothering her again anytime soon. That much was clear.
As we stepped into the house, I could see the exhaustion finally catching up to Leah. Her shoulders slumped again, and she let out a long, weary breath, the fire from her confrontation with Scott fading as the weight of the day settled on her. I wanted to do something, anything, to take the edge off for her. She deserved it after everything, especially today.
I followed her into the living room, watching as she dropped her bag by the couch and sat down, kicking off her heels and rubbing her temples. The tension in her body was palpable, and I knew she needed to unwind. Without saying a word, I headed to the bathroom, my mind already forming a plan.
I started running the bath, letting the water heat up, adding some of her favorite bath salts—the lavender-scented ones she always used when she wanted to relax. The scent filled the room as the steam rose from the tub, and I could already imagine her sinking into the water, letting the stress melt away. She needed this. We both did, honestly.
While the tub filled, I went to the kitchen. Dinner was simple—some pasta we had leftover, along with a small salad. I plated everything up, grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge, and poured two glasses, figuring a little alcohol would help loosen the knots in both of us. As I balanced the tray with dinner and the wine, I could hear the bathwater still running, almost ready.
When I came back to the living room, Leah looked up at me, surprised but grateful. I could see a faint smile tugging at her lips, even through the exhaustion. "What’s all this?" she asked softly.
“You’ve had a rough day,” I said, smiling gently as I set the tray down. “I thought you could use some time to relax. I’ve got the bath running for you, and dinner’s ready. How about I take care of you for a while?”
Leah’s smile widened, her eyes softening as she stood up and walked over to me. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, and whispered, “You’re too good to me, you know that?”
I chuckled softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You deserve it.”
I took her hand and led her to the bathroom, where the tub was now full, the lavender scent hanging in the air like a soothing balm. Leah glanced at the steaming water and then back at me, a look of appreciation in her eyes. She didn’t need to say anything—I could tell she was already feeling lighter.
“I’ll bring your dinner and wine in here,” I said, stepping back to give her space. “You get comfortable, okay?”
She nodded, already undoing the buttons of her blouse as I stepped out of the bathroom. A few minutes later, I returned with the tray of food and wine, setting it down on the small stool next to the bath. Leah was already submerged in the water, her head resting back against the edge of the tub, her eyes closed. She looked peaceful, the tension slowly draining from her face as the warm water worked its magic.
I handed her one of the glasses of wine, and she took it gratefully, sipping it slowly as her eyes opened to meet mine. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft and sincere. “I really needed this.”
I sat on the floor next to the tub, my hand resting on the edge as I gazed up at her. “Rough day at work?”
Leah let out a tired sigh, nodding. “It was brutal. Court was just… ugh, one thing after another. Clients were unreasonable, opposing counsel was relentless, and I felt like I was getting pulled in every direction.”
I reached out and brushed my fingers against her arm, offering a small gesture of comfort. “I’m sorry, Leah. Sounds like a nightmare.”
She took another sip of wine, closing her eyes for a moment as if to center herself. “It was. And then to come home and have to deal with Scott…” She shook her head, the frustration clear in her voice.
I could still feel the tension from that moment too, the way she’d confronted Scott, so fierce and unflinching. Even thinking about it now sent a ripple of pride through me, but I didn’t want to dwell on him any longer. Tonight was about Leah. About us.
“You handled him perfectly,” I said quietly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that rattled. He’s never going to try that again.”
Leah opened her eyes and smiled faintly. “I just couldn’t take it anymore. Not after the day I had. He picked the wrong time to push me.”
We sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft lapping of water against the tub as Leah shifted slightly, sinking deeper into the warmth. I could see her beginning to relax, the tension melting away with each passing second.
I leaned forward, resting my chin on the edge of the tub, looking up at her. “Is there anything else you want to talk about? Anything you need to get off your chest?”
Leah was quiet for a moment, her eyes gazing at the surface of the water as if searching for the right words. “It’s just… sometimes I feel like everything is on me. At work, at home, with us. Like I’m carrying all this weight and I don’t know how to set it down.”
I nodded, understanding what she meant more than she probably realized. “You don’t have to carry it alone, Leah. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
She smiled softly, her fingers reaching out to brush against mine. “I know. And I’m so grateful for you, Brian. I just… sometimes it feels like there’s no escape.”
I squeezed her hand gently, leaning in a little closer. “You don’t have to escape, Leah. We’ll get through it, whatever it is. Together.”
She looked at me, her eyes soft and filled with a mixture of emotions—gratitude, love, exhaustion. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she whispered.
I smiled, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You’ll never have to find out.”
We stayed like that for a while, Leah sipping her wine, the warmth of the bath wrapping around her like a cocoon. Eventually, her eyes began to droop, the stress of the day finally giving way to the peace of the moment.
“Let me know if you need anything else,” I said softly, standing up and taking her empty plate. “I’ll be right here.”
She nodded, her eyes closing as she sank back against the tub, her body fully relaxed now. I watched her for a moment longer, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. Whatever had happened today, whatever stress or tension we’d been through, it didn’t matter now. We had each other, and that was enough.
The following day, Leah seemed quieter than usual. I could sense something was weighing on her mind as we went through our morning routine. She moved with a certain deliberateness, her brow slightly furrowed in thought. Over breakfast, she was more reserved than usual, and I knew better than to press her right away. Whatever was on her mind, she’d bring it up when she was ready.
After a few minutes of silence, she finally sighed and set down her coffee cup, glancing over at me. “Brian… about yesterday.”
I raised an eyebrow, already sensing where this was going. “What about it?”
She bit her lip, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of her mug. “I’ve been thinking about the way I spoke to Scott. I mean, I know he deserved it, but… I was harsh. Too harsh, maybe.”
I stared at her for a moment, not quite believing what I was hearing. “Leah, you were just standing up for yourself. He’s been overstepping for a long time.”
“I know,” she admitted, her voice soft. “But the way I talked to him, I… I don’t know, Brian. I keep replaying it in my head, and I feel like maybe I went too far. He looked… almost shocked. Like I took it to a place that wasn’t necessary.”
I frowned, not understanding why she felt bad about it. “He’s been asking for that for months. Honestly, I think it was exactly what he needed to hear.”
Leah shook her head, her eyes troubled. “Maybe, but I don’t like feeling this way. I don’t like feeling like I lost control. That’s not me. I could have handled it differently, more professionally. Instead, I let my frustration get the better of me. And now I feel guilty about it.”
I sighed, leaning back in my chair as I watched her wrestle with her emotions. I understood her need to maintain control, to always approach things with a measured, composed attitude. It was part of what made her such a good attorney—she knew how to stay calm under pressure. But Scott had pushed her, and she had every right to snap. Still, I could see this was bothering her more than she was letting on.
“What are you thinking of doing?” I asked gently.
Leah hesitated, glancing out the window as if the answer might be out there. “I think I should apologize. Not for setting boundaries—those were needed—but for the way I did it. I don’t want to be someone who lashes out in anger, no matter who I’m dealing with.”
I stared at her, unsure how to respond. “Are you sure? I mean, he’s probably not expecting an apology. Honestly, I don’t think he even deserves one.”
Leah sighed again, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Maybe not. But it’s not about him deserving it. It’s about me. I need to feel like I handled things the right way. I don’t want to carry this guilt around.”
I nodded slowly, understanding where she was coming from, even if I didn’t fully agree. Leah had always been someone who held herself to high standards, both personally and professionally. And if this was something she needed to do for her own peace of mind, I wasn’t going to stand in her way.
“If you think that’s what you need to do, then I support you,” I said softly. “But just know that you don’t have to apologize for standing up for yourself. You had every right to say what you did.”
Leah smiled faintly, reaching across the table to take my hand. “I know. But I think I’ll feel better once I’ve cleared the air.”
I squeezed her hand gently, giving her a reassuring nod. “Okay. Just… be careful with him. Don’t let him twist this into something else.”
She nodded, her expression firm. “I won’t. This is about me taking control, not giving him any more power.”
Later that day, Leah made her way to Scott’s house. I watched from the window as she walked across the lawn, her stride confident but purposeful. There was a heaviness in the air, an anticipation I couldn’t shake as I saw her knock on his door. It wasn’t long before Scott appeared, his usual smirk absent, replaced by something more subdued.
I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I could see Leah’s body language—calm, composed, professional. She gestured as she spoke, her tone even, though I could imagine the sincerity behind her words. Scott seemed to be listening, nodding occasionally, though he looked more perplexed than anything else. It was clear he hadn’t expected her to come back, let alone with an apology.
After a few minutes, Leah finished speaking. She stood there for a moment, waiting for his response. Scott said something—too low for me to catch—but whatever it was, Leah nodded in acknowledgment. The conversation seemed civil enough, and after another brief exchange, Leah turned and headed back toward the house.
As she approached, I could see the weight had lifted from her shoulders. She wasn’t smiling, but there was a calmness about her, a sense of resolution that hadn’t been there earlier.
When she stepped inside, I met her at the door, searching her face for any sign of how it had gone. “How do you feel?” I asked quietly.
Leah sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Better. I told him I didn’t appreciate his behavior, but I also acknowledged that I could have handled the situation more calmly. He was… surprised, I think. But he apologized too, said he didn’t mean to make me feel uncomfortable.”
I raised an eyebrow at that. “Really?”
Leah nodded, though I could see a flicker of doubt in her eyes. “I don’t know if he meant it, but… I think he got the message. I was firm about my boundaries. And now, I feel like I’ve done my part.”
I pulled her into a gentle hug, kissing the top of her head. “I’m proud of you. You did what you felt was right.”
She wrapped her arms around me, resting her head against my chest. “Thanks, Brian. I just needed to know I handled it the way I would in any other situation. Professionally.”
I held her close, letting the moment settle between us. Whatever happened with Scott going forward, I knew Leah had taken back her control. And that was all that mattered.
Leah pulled back from our embrace, her eyes flickering with a bit of hesitation before she took a deep breath. “There’s… something else,” she said softly, biting her lip as if weighing her words carefully.
I raised an eyebrow, sensing the shift in her tone. “What is it?”
She glanced down for a moment, fiddling with the hem of her shirt before finally looking up at me. “I, uh, invited Scott over for dinner.”
My heart skipped a beat, the weight of her words sinking in like a lead balloon. “What?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, though I could feel the confusion and unease bubbling up inside me.
Leah’s eyes softened, as if she knew exactly how I was feeling. “I know it sounds crazy, Brian. Believe me, I’ve been thinking about it since I walked away from his house. But I thought it might be a way to clear the air completely. To just… I don’t know, close that chapter.”
I stared at her, trying to process what she was saying. “Dinner? With him?”
She nodded, her expression earnest. “Yeah. Look, I don’t want any more tension between us and Scott, and I figured a dinner might help put everything out in the open. It doesn’t have to be anything more than that. Just a way to reset things.”
I felt my stomach twist at the thought of having Scott over again, especially after everything that had happened. The idea of sitting across from him at the dinner table, making small talk as if everything was normal—it felt surreal. Wrong, even.
“But why dinner?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around it. “Why not just… leave things as they are?”
Leah sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “I don’t want things to be awkward every time we run into him, Brian. He lives right next door. We can’t avoid him forever, and if we’re going to move on, I want to do it the right way. On our terms.”
I swallowed hard, the thought of Scott invading our space again making my skin crawl. I knew what Leah was trying to do—she was reclaiming her control, trying to handle the situation in a way that made her feel empowered. But it still felt like inviting a wolf back into the house after barely shutting the door on him.
“And you’re sure this is a good idea?” I asked, my voice quieter now, filled with uncertainty.
Leah nodded slowly, her hand reaching out to touch my arm. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but I think it’ll help. I want to prove that we’re in control of our lives again, not him. And maybe… maybe this will be a way to make that clear once and for all.”
I took a deep breath, running a hand through my hair as I processed her words. Leah’s determination was clear, and as much as I hated the idea of sitting down with Scott again, I couldn’t ignore the fact that this was important to her. She needed this closure, and if this was the way she felt she could get it, I wasn’t going to stand in her way.
“Okay,” I said finally, though my voice was tinged with hesitation. “If you think this will help, then… I’m with you.”
Leah smiled, relief washing over her face as she squeezed my arm gently. “Thank you, Brian. I promise, it’s just dinner. We’ll handle it together.”
The evening came faster than I had anticipated. Leah had spent the better part of the afternoon preparing dinner, wanting everything to be perfect. The table was set meticulously—candles lit, soft music playing in the background. It felt like any normal night in our home, but the tension in the air was unmistakable. I could feel it in my bones, a quiet hum that grew louder with every passing minute. We both knew tonight wasn’t about the food.
Scott arrived promptly, a bottle of wine in hand and that familiar smug grin plastered across his face. Leah greeted him at the door, her posture confident, though I could see the slight tension in her shoulders. I stood back, watching as they exchanged pleasantries. Scott was all too casual, as though the events of the past few days hadn’t even phased him.
“Good to see you both,” he said, his eyes lingering on Leah for just a second too long. “Smells great in here. You’ve really outdone yourselves.”
Leah smiled, polite but restrained. “Just a simple meal. Come on in, make yourself comfortable.”
We sat at the table, the soft clink of silverware against plates the only sound for the first few minutes. Conversation flowed easily enough—Scott mentioned work, Leah talked about her cases, and I tried to participate without revealing the growing discomfort I felt with every glance Scott threw her way.
It wasn’t long before Scott’s true intentions began to surface, though. He poured himself a generous glass of wine, leaning back in his chair with that lazy confidence I had come to loathe.
“So, Leah,” he began, his voice casual but laced with something deeper. “You were pretty fiery the other day. Gotta admit, I wasn’t expecting that.”
Leah met his gaze, her expression calm, though I could see the way her fingers tightened slightly around her wine glass. “I meant what I said,” she replied evenly. “I don’t appreciate being disrespected, and I won’t tolerate it again.”
Scott chuckled softly, swirling the wine in his glass as he leaned forward slightly. “Fair enough. I was out of line. But I couldn’t help but wonder… maybe you weren’t just angry. Maybe there was something else behind that fire.”
Leah stiffened slightly, her jaw tightening as she set her glass down. “I think we’ve made it clear where we stand, Scott.”
But Scott wasn’t backing down. His eyes flicked to me briefly, a glimmer of amusement in them before he returned his focus to Leah. “Oh, I get that. But you and I both know there’s something more, don’t we? After all, we’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we?”
The air in the room grew heavier, and I could feel my pulse quicken. Leah’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t look away from him. “Whatever happened in the past is just that—the past. This is our home, and you’re here as a guest.”
Scott’s grin widened, and he leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “A guest, huh? Funny, I seem to remember you being a little more welcoming than that.”
I felt my stomach churn at his words, the underlying meaning clear. He was testing the waters, pushing boundaries again, but this time it wasn’t just with Leah. He was pushing me too, daring me to react, daring me to do something.
Leah’s composure didn’t falter, though. She met his gaze steadily, her voice calm but firm. “Scott, if you can’t respect us, then this dinner is over.”
Scott didn’t flinch, his grin never wavering. “Come on, Leah. We’ve been through too much to act like we’re strangers. You and I both know what’s between us.”
I clenched my fists under the table, the tension between us thickening with every word he spoke. Leah remained composed, but I could see the subtle shift in her demeanor—the way her breathing quickened, the way her eyes darkened with a mix of anger and something else, something I couldn’t quite place.
“And Brian,” Scott continued, turning his attention to me now, his voice dripping with condescension. “You’ve always been a good sport about everything. I mean, you’re the one who invited me back into your lives, right?”
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry as I stared back at him. “We invited you for dinner,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. “That’s all this is.”
Scott’s eyes gleamed with amusement, as if he could sense my unease. “Sure. But we both know it’s more than that, don’t we? You and Leah… you’ve got something special going on. Something not everyone would understand.”
Leah shifted in her seat, her hand moving to rest on the table, close to mine. I could feel the tension radiating off her, and for a brief moment, she squeezed my fingers gently, grounding me. “Scott,” she said, her voice firm, “this isn’t the time or place for that conversation. If you can’t respect that, then maybe it’s time for you to leave.”
But Scott didn’t move. His eyes flicked between the two of us, his grin widening as he leaned back in his chair, completely at ease. “Leave? Come on, Leah. We’re just getting started.”
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the suffocating weight of Scott’s presence closing in around us. He wasn’t backing down, wasn’t giving us the clean break Leah had hoped for. And I knew, deep down, that this was exactly what Scott had wanted all along—to worm his way back in, to exert his control once again, and to push us to the brink of something we weren’t ready to confront.
Leah sat up straighter, her eyes never leaving Scott’s, the tension between them like a taut wire ready to snap. “If you’re trying to push us, Scott, it’s not going to work.”
Scott raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the game. “Push you? I’m just reminding you of what we’ve already started.”
I could feel the heat rising in the room, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air. And in that moment, I realized that this dinner—this simple attempt at reconciliation—was turning into something far more dangerous.
Scott leaned back in his chair, a slow, smug smile spreading across his face, his eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of having pushed us to the edge. The tension in the room was suffocating, and I could feel the air getting thicker with every second. He wasn’t finished—far from it. He was just getting started.
He glanced at Leah, his gaze lingering on her in a way that made my stomach twist. “Leah,” he said softly, his voice dripping with condescension, “you talk a big game, but we both know there’s more going on here than you’re willing to admit. Don’t act like this little dinner is some innocent, friendly thing.”
Leah’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought she might snap back at him. But instead, she stayed calm, her jaw tightening as she responded evenly, “This *was* supposed to be a chance for you to respect the boundaries we’ve set, Scott. I’m not going to let you cross them again.”
Scott chuckled, a low, almost predatory sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Boundaries, huh? Is that what you’re telling yourself?” He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking with Leah’s, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “You didn’t seem to care much about boundaries last time, did you? I seem to remember you… enjoying yourself a bit too much to worry about rules.”
I could see the flicker of frustration in Leah’s eyes, the way her breath hitched slightly as his words hit their mark. She kept her composure, but I could tell that Scott’s words were cutting deeper than she wanted to admit. She was strong, but Scott had a way of getting under her skin, of pushing just the right buttons to make her question herself.
I wanted to step in, to tell him to stop, but before I could say anything, Scott’s attention turned to me. His grin widened as he leaned back again, taking a slow sip of his wine, savoring the moment. “And you, Brian… what do you think about all this? I mean, you’ve seen how your wife responds to me. You’ve seen what happens when she lets go. Doesn’t it get you going, just a little?”
My heart pounded in my chest, the knot in my stomach tightening. The words hit me hard, dredging up the complicated emotions I had been trying to bury since this all began. The arousal, the jealousy, the humiliation. Scott was playing on it all, twisting the knife in a way only he could.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “This dinner isn’t about that, Scott,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “We’re here to move past what happened, not relive it.”
Scott’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Move past it? Really? You think you can just sweep it all under the rug and pretend like none of it happened? Like Leah didn’t take me in front of you and love every second of it?”
Leah’s hand tightened around her wine glass, her knuckles white as she stared at Scott. “You’re overstepping,” she said, her voice cold and controlled. But I could see the anger bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to break through.
Scott didn’t back down. He leaned forward, his voice lowering, dripping with dangerous confidence. “I’m not overstepping, Leah. I’m just telling the truth. You *wanted* it. You still do. And so does Brian.” He turned to me, his grin widening. “Isn’t that right, Brian? You like watching, don’t you? That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?”
I could feel the heat rising in my chest, my pulse quickening as his words twisted inside me. The truth of it, the dark, shameful part of me that had been buried under layers of denial, clawed its way to the surface. I hated that he could see it, that he knew exactly what buttons to press.
But Leah wasn’t backing down. She sat up straighter, her eyes burning with a fierce determination. “You’re wrong, Scott,” she said, her voice firm. “This ends tonight. You don’t control us.”
Scott’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it grew wider, more sinister. “You sure about that? Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like I already do.”
Without warning, Scott stood up, the chair scraping against the floor as he moved toward Leah. I stood up as well, my heart racing, unsure of what he was planning to do next. Leah held her ground, her eyes locked on his, but I could see the tension in her body, the way her muscles tensed as Scott loomed over her.
He didn’t touch her, but he was close, too close. His presence was overwhelming, the heat of his body radiating toward her, toward us. “Look at you, Leah,” he whispered, his voice low and taunting. “You’re not as in control as you think you are. You’re still playing by my rules, whether you admit it or not.”
Leah’s eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment, I thought she might slap him. But instead, she stood up, meeting his gaze with a defiance that made me feel a surge of pride. “You don’t own me, Scott,” she said, her voice steady and strong. “You never did.”
Scott chuckled again, his eyes flicking between the two of us. “We’ll see about that.”
The tension in the room was unbearable, the weight of everything we’d been through pressing down on us like a heavy, suffocating blanket. Scott’s presence was toxic, a force that had slowly wormed its way into our lives, into our marriage, and I could feel it trying to unravel everything Leah and I had built.
But Leah wasn’t backing down. She stood tall, her eyes locked on his, refusing to let him take control. And in that moment, I knew—this was a fight we had to win. We couldn’t let Scott continue to manipulate us, to play with our emotions like puppets on a string.
It wasn’t just about Scott anymore. It was about us. Our marriage. Our future.
And we were going to take it back.
The tension in the room had reached a boiling point, thick and suffocating, as Scott stood there, his presence looming over Leah like a storm ready to break. The sharp defiance in her eyes wavered, just for a second, and that was all it took for Scott to see his opportunity.
“You say you’re in control,” Scott murmured, his voice low and taunting, stepping closer until there was barely any space between them. “But we both know how this ends. You can fight it all you want, Leah, but the truth is right here.”
I watched, frozen, as Scott’s words washed over her. Leah stood still, her body tense, but I could see the shift in her demeanor—the way her breath quickened, the way her eyes darkened with something that was no longer just anger. There was something deeper there now, something more primal. And I knew, just as Scott did, that she was teetering on the edge.
“Leah…” I whispered, my voice shaky, trying to find the right words to pull her back, to stop whatever was about to happen. But it was too late.
In one swift, passionate movement, Leah closed the distance between them, her hand grabbing the back of Scott’s neck as she pulled him down into a fierce, hungry kiss. It was like a dam breaking, all the tension, the anger, the unresolved emotions pouring out in that one reckless moment. Her body pressed against his, her breath hitching as she gave in to the magnetic pull between them.
I could only watch, my heart pounding in my chest, as Leah surrendered to Scott, her fingers tangling in his hair as their kiss deepened. It was raw, desperate, and filled with a passion that I hadn’t seen in her for a long time. She was giving herself to him, right there in front of me, and I was powerless to stop it.
Scott’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer as he took control of the moment, his dominance clear in every touch, every movement. Leah melted into him, her resistance completely gone, as if she had been waiting for this all along. The fire between them was undeniable, and I could feel the heat of it from where I stood, watching as my wife gave herself over to him completely.
For a moment, the room felt like it was spinning, the world narrowing down to just the three of us—Leah, Scott, and me, locked in this twisted, complicated dance of desire and control. I wanted to shout, to pull her away, to remind her of everything we had built together. But my voice caught in my throat, silenced by the undeniable truth of what was happening.
Scott had won. He had taken control, not just of Leah, but of us—of our marriage, our lives. And in that moment, Leah had let him.
Leah shifted beside me, rolling onto her side to face me. Her eyes, still drowsy with sleep, searched mine for something—answers, maybe, or just the same unspoken questions I had been asking myself all night. The silence between us lingered, thick and weighted, until she finally spoke.
“Brian,” she said softly, her voice hesitant, as if testing the waters. “Are you… a cuck?”
Her words hung in the air, slicing through the quiet of the morning like a knife. My stomach twisted, a knot of emotions rising up inside me—shame, confusion, arousal. It wasn’t the first time I had asked myself that question, but hearing her say it out loud, in the soft morning light, made it all the more real.
I swallowed hard, my throat tight, unsure how to respond. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the curiosity, the lingering effects of everything we had done. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts, trying to make sense of the swirling emotions inside me.
“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice thick with hesitation. “I don’t know what that means, Leah. I’ve thought about it, I’ve wondered… but I never imagined it would go this far.”
Leah’s brow furrowed slightly as she processed my words, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the sheet. “I just… after everything that happened with Scott, I don’t know what to think anymore. I never thought this would be something we’d… explore. But now…”
Her voice trailed off, and I could see the confusion in her eyes. She wasn’t accusing me, but the question lingered between us, demanding an answer we hadn’t yet found.
“I think…” I began, my voice shaky, “I think part of me liked it, Leah. Watching you. Seeing you with him. It… it did something to me that I can’t explain.”
She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to the sheet for a moment before returning to mine. “I could see that. And… I think that’s what scared me.”
My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of her words pressing down on me. “I never thought I’d feel like that,” I said quietly. “I never thought I’d get turned on by seeing you with someone else, but when it happened… it was like something inside me shifted.”
Leah nodded slowly, her eyes searching mine for understanding. “I felt it too,” she admitted softly. “Something about the way you watched, the way you couldn’t look away… it made me feel different. More wanted. More desired.”
Her confession sent a shockwave through me, the realization that she had been affected by it too. I had been so caught up in my own confusion that I hadn’t considered how it might have changed things for her.
“I don’t know if I’m a cuck,” I said finally, the words tasting strange on my tongue. “But I know that watching you… it awakened something in me. Something I don’t fully understand yet.”
Leah’s fingers found mine beneath the sheet, her touch soft and warm. “We don’t have to label it,” she whispered. “We don’t have to figure it all out right now.”
I squeezed her hand gently, feeling the tension between us ease just slightly. “I just don’t want to lose us,” I said quietly. “Whatever this is, whatever we’re exploring… I don’t want it to change what we have.”
Leah nodded, her eyes softening as she leaned in closer, resting her forehead against mine. “We’ll figure it out,” she murmured. “Together. One step at a time.”
Her words were a lifeline, grounding me in the moment, reminding me that whatever this was—whatever we were becoming—we were in it together.
It had been a long day for Leah, and as she pulled into the driveway, I could already see the tension in her posture, the way her shoulders slumped forward. She was still in her work clothes—an elegant suit that framed her figure perfectly, her hair tied back in a loose bun—but there was an exhaustion about her that I recognized all too well. Being an attorney was demanding, and today had clearly drained her more than usual.
I stood near the front door, waiting for her to get out of the car. The fading light of the evening cast long shadows over the driveway. I was about to step forward to greet her when I saw him—Scott—ambling across the lawn with that same cocky swagger. My stomach twisted at the sight of him, my chest tightening. I hadn’t seen him in a few days, and I thought maybe we’d gotten a break. But no, here he was, sauntering toward Leah like he owned the place.
Leah opened the car door and stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement as she gathered her bag. She hadn’t even noticed Scott yet, but I could see the moment he locked eyes on her, that slimy grin spreading across his face. His presence, always unwelcome, felt even more intrusive now.
“Leah,” he called out, his voice casual, almost smug. “Rough day? Maybe I can make it a little better…”
I cringed at the sound of his voice, hating the way he talked to her as if what had happened between them gave him some kind of right to approach her like this. But before I could say anything, Leah straightened up, her entire demeanor shifting in an instant.
She didn’t even turn fully to face him, just angled her head slightly in his direction, her eyes narrowing. The weariness from her long day melted away, replaced by something cold, sharp, and dangerous.
“Scott,” she said, her voice low and controlled, but there was an edge to it that made me freeze in my tracks. “You need to stop right there.”
Scott faltered mid-step, clearly taken off guard by her tone. His grin faded, replaced by a flicker of confusion. “Come on, Leah, no need to be like that. I was just—”
“I don’t care what you were ‘just’ doing,” Leah cut him off, her voice rising only slightly, but with a firmness that sent a chill down my spine. She turned to face him fully now, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made even me nervous. “You don’t get to approach me like this. Not here. Not after everything.”
Scott blinked, his cocky demeanor slipping as he realized Leah wasn’t playing his game anymore. “Look, I—”
“No,” Leah snapped, her words slicing through the air like a whip. “You listen to me. I’m not your plaything. You don’t get to wander over here whenever you feel like it, thinking you can manipulate or charm your way into something. This is my home. My life. And you? You’re a guest at best, and an unwelcome one at that.”
I stood there, frozen, watching the scene unfold. Scott, for all his bravado and arrogance, had stopped dead in his tracks. Leah took a step toward him, her eyes never leaving his, her presence commanding the space between them.
“You’ve pushed your luck long enough,” she continued, her voice deadly calm. “What happened between us? That was a mistake, one we let get too far. But let me make one thing very clear: you are nothing to me. You don’t hold any power here, and you sure as hell don’t get to approach me like I owe you something.”
Scott’s face had gone pale, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find something to say, but no words came. Leah had completely disarmed him, cutting through his swagger like a hot knife through butter. I could see him shrinking before her, his confidence evaporating in the face of her raw, unflinching strength.
“And if you ever try this again,” Leah said, taking one final step toward him, “I’ll make sure you regret it. Do you understand me?”
Scott stood there, dumbstruck, his hands twitching at his sides as he stammered, “I—yeah, yeah, I got it. I’ll… I’ll leave you alone.”
Without another word, Leah turned her back on him, dismissing him with an ease that was both graceful and terrifying. She walked toward me, her heels clicking once more on the pavement, her eyes softening just slightly as she approached.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Even I was shaken by her words, by the way she had handled him so effortlessly. The sheer authority in her voice, the way she had put Scott in his place—there was no question who was in control now. I had never seen her like that before, and it left me feeling both awed and… strangely humbled.
Leah reached me, her face still set in a determined mask, but I could see the exhaustion creeping back in. She brushed a hand through her hair, letting out a long breath as if releasing the tension that had built up from her encounter with Scott.
“Let’s go inside,” she said softly, her voice now back to the Leah I knew. “I’ve had enough of today.”
I nodded, still too stunned to say anything. As I followed her into the house, I couldn’t help but glance back at Scott, who was still standing there in the driveway, looking like he’d just been struck by lightning.
He wouldn’t be bothering her again anytime soon. That much was clear.
As we stepped into the house, I could see the exhaustion finally catching up to Leah. Her shoulders slumped again, and she let out a long, weary breath, the fire from her confrontation with Scott fading as the weight of the day settled on her. I wanted to do something, anything, to take the edge off for her. She deserved it after everything, especially today.
I followed her into the living room, watching as she dropped her bag by the couch and sat down, kicking off her heels and rubbing her temples. The tension in her body was palpable, and I knew she needed to unwind. Without saying a word, I headed to the bathroom, my mind already forming a plan.
I started running the bath, letting the water heat up, adding some of her favorite bath salts—the lavender-scented ones she always used when she wanted to relax. The scent filled the room as the steam rose from the tub, and I could already imagine her sinking into the water, letting the stress melt away. She needed this. We both did, honestly.
While the tub filled, I went to the kitchen. Dinner was simple—some pasta we had leftover, along with a small salad. I plated everything up, grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge, and poured two glasses, figuring a little alcohol would help loosen the knots in both of us. As I balanced the tray with dinner and the wine, I could hear the bathwater still running, almost ready.
When I came back to the living room, Leah looked up at me, surprised but grateful. I could see a faint smile tugging at her lips, even through the exhaustion. "What’s all this?" she asked softly.
“You’ve had a rough day,” I said, smiling gently as I set the tray down. “I thought you could use some time to relax. I’ve got the bath running for you, and dinner’s ready. How about I take care of you for a while?”
Leah’s smile widened, her eyes softening as she stood up and walked over to me. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, and whispered, “You’re too good to me, you know that?”
I chuckled softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You deserve it.”
I took her hand and led her to the bathroom, where the tub was now full, the lavender scent hanging in the air like a soothing balm. Leah glanced at the steaming water and then back at me, a look of appreciation in her eyes. She didn’t need to say anything—I could tell she was already feeling lighter.
“I’ll bring your dinner and wine in here,” I said, stepping back to give her space. “You get comfortable, okay?”
She nodded, already undoing the buttons of her blouse as I stepped out of the bathroom. A few minutes later, I returned with the tray of food and wine, setting it down on the small stool next to the bath. Leah was already submerged in the water, her head resting back against the edge of the tub, her eyes closed. She looked peaceful, the tension slowly draining from her face as the warm water worked its magic.
I handed her one of the glasses of wine, and she took it gratefully, sipping it slowly as her eyes opened to meet mine. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft and sincere. “I really needed this.”
I sat on the floor next to the tub, my hand resting on the edge as I gazed up at her. “Rough day at work?”
Leah let out a tired sigh, nodding. “It was brutal. Court was just… ugh, one thing after another. Clients were unreasonable, opposing counsel was relentless, and I felt like I was getting pulled in every direction.”
I reached out and brushed my fingers against her arm, offering a small gesture of comfort. “I’m sorry, Leah. Sounds like a nightmare.”
She took another sip of wine, closing her eyes for a moment as if to center herself. “It was. And then to come home and have to deal with Scott…” She shook her head, the frustration clear in her voice.
I could still feel the tension from that moment too, the way she’d confronted Scott, so fierce and unflinching. Even thinking about it now sent a ripple of pride through me, but I didn’t want to dwell on him any longer. Tonight was about Leah. About us.
“You handled him perfectly,” I said quietly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that rattled. He’s never going to try that again.”
Leah opened her eyes and smiled faintly. “I just couldn’t take it anymore. Not after the day I had. He picked the wrong time to push me.”
We sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft lapping of water against the tub as Leah shifted slightly, sinking deeper into the warmth. I could see her beginning to relax, the tension melting away with each passing second.
I leaned forward, resting my chin on the edge of the tub, looking up at her. “Is there anything else you want to talk about? Anything you need to get off your chest?”
Leah was quiet for a moment, her eyes gazing at the surface of the water as if searching for the right words. “It’s just… sometimes I feel like everything is on me. At work, at home, with us. Like I’m carrying all this weight and I don’t know how to set it down.”
I nodded, understanding what she meant more than she probably realized. “You don’t have to carry it alone, Leah. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
She smiled softly, her fingers reaching out to brush against mine. “I know. And I’m so grateful for you, Brian. I just… sometimes it feels like there’s no escape.”
I squeezed her hand gently, leaning in a little closer. “You don’t have to escape, Leah. We’ll get through it, whatever it is. Together.”
She looked at me, her eyes soft and filled with a mixture of emotions—gratitude, love, exhaustion. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she whispered.
I smiled, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You’ll never have to find out.”
We stayed like that for a while, Leah sipping her wine, the warmth of the bath wrapping around her like a cocoon. Eventually, her eyes began to droop, the stress of the day finally giving way to the peace of the moment.
“Let me know if you need anything else,” I said softly, standing up and taking her empty plate. “I’ll be right here.”
She nodded, her eyes closing as she sank back against the tub, her body fully relaxed now. I watched her for a moment longer, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. Whatever had happened today, whatever stress or tension we’d been through, it didn’t matter now. We had each other, and that was enough.
The following day, Leah seemed quieter than usual. I could sense something was weighing on her mind as we went through our morning routine. She moved with a certain deliberateness, her brow slightly furrowed in thought. Over breakfast, she was more reserved than usual, and I knew better than to press her right away. Whatever was on her mind, she’d bring it up when she was ready.
After a few minutes of silence, she finally sighed and set down her coffee cup, glancing over at me. “Brian… about yesterday.”
I raised an eyebrow, already sensing where this was going. “What about it?”
She bit her lip, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of her mug. “I’ve been thinking about the way I spoke to Scott. I mean, I know he deserved it, but… I was harsh. Too harsh, maybe.”
I stared at her for a moment, not quite believing what I was hearing. “Leah, you were just standing up for yourself. He’s been overstepping for a long time.”
“I know,” she admitted, her voice soft. “But the way I talked to him, I… I don’t know, Brian. I keep replaying it in my head, and I feel like maybe I went too far. He looked… almost shocked. Like I took it to a place that wasn’t necessary.”
I frowned, not understanding why she felt bad about it. “He’s been asking for that for months. Honestly, I think it was exactly what he needed to hear.”
Leah shook her head, her eyes troubled. “Maybe, but I don’t like feeling this way. I don’t like feeling like I lost control. That’s not me. I could have handled it differently, more professionally. Instead, I let my frustration get the better of me. And now I feel guilty about it.”
I sighed, leaning back in my chair as I watched her wrestle with her emotions. I understood her need to maintain control, to always approach things with a measured, composed attitude. It was part of what made her such a good attorney—she knew how to stay calm under pressure. But Scott had pushed her, and she had every right to snap. Still, I could see this was bothering her more than she was letting on.
“What are you thinking of doing?” I asked gently.
Leah hesitated, glancing out the window as if the answer might be out there. “I think I should apologize. Not for setting boundaries—those were needed—but for the way I did it. I don’t want to be someone who lashes out in anger, no matter who I’m dealing with.”
I stared at her, unsure how to respond. “Are you sure? I mean, he’s probably not expecting an apology. Honestly, I don’t think he even deserves one.”
Leah sighed again, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Maybe not. But it’s not about him deserving it. It’s about me. I need to feel like I handled things the right way. I don’t want to carry this guilt around.”
I nodded slowly, understanding where she was coming from, even if I didn’t fully agree. Leah had always been someone who held herself to high standards, both personally and professionally. And if this was something she needed to do for her own peace of mind, I wasn’t going to stand in her way.
“If you think that’s what you need to do, then I support you,” I said softly. “But just know that you don’t have to apologize for standing up for yourself. You had every right to say what you did.”
Leah smiled faintly, reaching across the table to take my hand. “I know. But I think I’ll feel better once I’ve cleared the air.”
I squeezed her hand gently, giving her a reassuring nod. “Okay. Just… be careful with him. Don’t let him twist this into something else.”
She nodded, her expression firm. “I won’t. This is about me taking control, not giving him any more power.”
Later that day, Leah made her way to Scott’s house. I watched from the window as she walked across the lawn, her stride confident but purposeful. There was a heaviness in the air, an anticipation I couldn’t shake as I saw her knock on his door. It wasn’t long before Scott appeared, his usual smirk absent, replaced by something more subdued.
I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I could see Leah’s body language—calm, composed, professional. She gestured as she spoke, her tone even, though I could imagine the sincerity behind her words. Scott seemed to be listening, nodding occasionally, though he looked more perplexed than anything else. It was clear he hadn’t expected her to come back, let alone with an apology.
After a few minutes, Leah finished speaking. She stood there for a moment, waiting for his response. Scott said something—too low for me to catch—but whatever it was, Leah nodded in acknowledgment. The conversation seemed civil enough, and after another brief exchange, Leah turned and headed back toward the house.
As she approached, I could see the weight had lifted from her shoulders. She wasn’t smiling, but there was a calmness about her, a sense of resolution that hadn’t been there earlier.
When she stepped inside, I met her at the door, searching her face for any sign of how it had gone. “How do you feel?” I asked quietly.
Leah sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Better. I told him I didn’t appreciate his behavior, but I also acknowledged that I could have handled the situation more calmly. He was… surprised, I think. But he apologized too, said he didn’t mean to make me feel uncomfortable.”
I raised an eyebrow at that. “Really?”
Leah nodded, though I could see a flicker of doubt in her eyes. “I don’t know if he meant it, but… I think he got the message. I was firm about my boundaries. And now, I feel like I’ve done my part.”
I pulled her into a gentle hug, kissing the top of her head. “I’m proud of you. You did what you felt was right.”
She wrapped her arms around me, resting her head against my chest. “Thanks, Brian. I just needed to know I handled it the way I would in any other situation. Professionally.”
I held her close, letting the moment settle between us. Whatever happened with Scott going forward, I knew Leah had taken back her control. And that was all that mattered.
Leah pulled back from our embrace, her eyes flickering with a bit of hesitation before she took a deep breath. “There’s… something else,” she said softly, biting her lip as if weighing her words carefully.
I raised an eyebrow, sensing the shift in her tone. “What is it?”
She glanced down for a moment, fiddling with the hem of her shirt before finally looking up at me. “I, uh, invited Scott over for dinner.”
My heart skipped a beat, the weight of her words sinking in like a lead balloon. “What?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, though I could feel the confusion and unease bubbling up inside me.
Leah’s eyes softened, as if she knew exactly how I was feeling. “I know it sounds crazy, Brian. Believe me, I’ve been thinking about it since I walked away from his house. But I thought it might be a way to clear the air completely. To just… I don’t know, close that chapter.”
I stared at her, trying to process what she was saying. “Dinner? With him?”
She nodded, her expression earnest. “Yeah. Look, I don’t want any more tension between us and Scott, and I figured a dinner might help put everything out in the open. It doesn’t have to be anything more than that. Just a way to reset things.”
I felt my stomach twist at the thought of having Scott over again, especially after everything that had happened. The idea of sitting across from him at the dinner table, making small talk as if everything was normal—it felt surreal. Wrong, even.
“But why dinner?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around it. “Why not just… leave things as they are?”
Leah sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “I don’t want things to be awkward every time we run into him, Brian. He lives right next door. We can’t avoid him forever, and if we’re going to move on, I want to do it the right way. On our terms.”
I swallowed hard, the thought of Scott invading our space again making my skin crawl. I knew what Leah was trying to do—she was reclaiming her control, trying to handle the situation in a way that made her feel empowered. But it still felt like inviting a wolf back into the house after barely shutting the door on him.
“And you’re sure this is a good idea?” I asked, my voice quieter now, filled with uncertainty.
Leah nodded slowly, her hand reaching out to touch my arm. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but I think it’ll help. I want to prove that we’re in control of our lives again, not him. And maybe… maybe this will be a way to make that clear once and for all.”
I took a deep breath, running a hand through my hair as I processed her words. Leah’s determination was clear, and as much as I hated the idea of sitting down with Scott again, I couldn’t ignore the fact that this was important to her. She needed this closure, and if this was the way she felt she could get it, I wasn’t going to stand in her way.
“Okay,” I said finally, though my voice was tinged with hesitation. “If you think this will help, then… I’m with you.”
Leah smiled, relief washing over her face as she squeezed my arm gently. “Thank you, Brian. I promise, it’s just dinner. We’ll handle it together.”
The evening came faster than I had anticipated. Leah had spent the better part of the afternoon preparing dinner, wanting everything to be perfect. The table was set meticulously—candles lit, soft music playing in the background. It felt like any normal night in our home, but the tension in the air was unmistakable. I could feel it in my bones, a quiet hum that grew louder with every passing minute. We both knew tonight wasn’t about the food.
Scott arrived promptly, a bottle of wine in hand and that familiar smug grin plastered across his face. Leah greeted him at the door, her posture confident, though I could see the slight tension in her shoulders. I stood back, watching as they exchanged pleasantries. Scott was all too casual, as though the events of the past few days hadn’t even phased him.
“Good to see you both,” he said, his eyes lingering on Leah for just a second too long. “Smells great in here. You’ve really outdone yourselves.”
Leah smiled, polite but restrained. “Just a simple meal. Come on in, make yourself comfortable.”
We sat at the table, the soft clink of silverware against plates the only sound for the first few minutes. Conversation flowed easily enough—Scott mentioned work, Leah talked about her cases, and I tried to participate without revealing the growing discomfort I felt with every glance Scott threw her way.
It wasn’t long before Scott’s true intentions began to surface, though. He poured himself a generous glass of wine, leaning back in his chair with that lazy confidence I had come to loathe.
“So, Leah,” he began, his voice casual but laced with something deeper. “You were pretty fiery the other day. Gotta admit, I wasn’t expecting that.”
Leah met his gaze, her expression calm, though I could see the way her fingers tightened slightly around her wine glass. “I meant what I said,” she replied evenly. “I don’t appreciate being disrespected, and I won’t tolerate it again.”
Scott chuckled softly, swirling the wine in his glass as he leaned forward slightly. “Fair enough. I was out of line. But I couldn’t help but wonder… maybe you weren’t just angry. Maybe there was something else behind that fire.”
Leah stiffened slightly, her jaw tightening as she set her glass down. “I think we’ve made it clear where we stand, Scott.”
But Scott wasn’t backing down. His eyes flicked to me briefly, a glimmer of amusement in them before he returned his focus to Leah. “Oh, I get that. But you and I both know there’s something more, don’t we? After all, we’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we?”
The air in the room grew heavier, and I could feel my pulse quicken. Leah’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t look away from him. “Whatever happened in the past is just that—the past. This is our home, and you’re here as a guest.”
Scott’s grin widened, and he leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “A guest, huh? Funny, I seem to remember you being a little more welcoming than that.”
I felt my stomach churn at his words, the underlying meaning clear. He was testing the waters, pushing boundaries again, but this time it wasn’t just with Leah. He was pushing me too, daring me to react, daring me to do something.
Leah’s composure didn’t falter, though. She met his gaze steadily, her voice calm but firm. “Scott, if you can’t respect us, then this dinner is over.”
Scott didn’t flinch, his grin never wavering. “Come on, Leah. We’ve been through too much to act like we’re strangers. You and I both know what’s between us.”
I clenched my fists under the table, the tension between us thickening with every word he spoke. Leah remained composed, but I could see the subtle shift in her demeanor—the way her breathing quickened, the way her eyes darkened with a mix of anger and something else, something I couldn’t quite place.
“And Brian,” Scott continued, turning his attention to me now, his voice dripping with condescension. “You’ve always been a good sport about everything. I mean, you’re the one who invited me back into your lives, right?”
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry as I stared back at him. “We invited you for dinner,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. “That’s all this is.”
Scott’s eyes gleamed with amusement, as if he could sense my unease. “Sure. But we both know it’s more than that, don’t we? You and Leah… you’ve got something special going on. Something not everyone would understand.”
Leah shifted in her seat, her hand moving to rest on the table, close to mine. I could feel the tension radiating off her, and for a brief moment, she squeezed my fingers gently, grounding me. “Scott,” she said, her voice firm, “this isn’t the time or place for that conversation. If you can’t respect that, then maybe it’s time for you to leave.”
But Scott didn’t move. His eyes flicked between the two of us, his grin widening as he leaned back in his chair, completely at ease. “Leave? Come on, Leah. We’re just getting started.”
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the suffocating weight of Scott’s presence closing in around us. He wasn’t backing down, wasn’t giving us the clean break Leah had hoped for. And I knew, deep down, that this was exactly what Scott had wanted all along—to worm his way back in, to exert his control once again, and to push us to the brink of something we weren’t ready to confront.
Leah sat up straighter, her eyes never leaving Scott’s, the tension between them like a taut wire ready to snap. “If you’re trying to push us, Scott, it’s not going to work.”
Scott raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the game. “Push you? I’m just reminding you of what we’ve already started.”
I could feel the heat rising in the room, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air. And in that moment, I realized that this dinner—this simple attempt at reconciliation—was turning into something far more dangerous.
Scott leaned back in his chair, a slow, smug smile spreading across his face, his eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of having pushed us to the edge. The tension in the room was suffocating, and I could feel the air getting thicker with every second. He wasn’t finished—far from it. He was just getting started.
He glanced at Leah, his gaze lingering on her in a way that made my stomach twist. “Leah,” he said softly, his voice dripping with condescension, “you talk a big game, but we both know there’s more going on here than you’re willing to admit. Don’t act like this little dinner is some innocent, friendly thing.”
Leah’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought she might snap back at him. But instead, she stayed calm, her jaw tightening as she responded evenly, “This *was* supposed to be a chance for you to respect the boundaries we’ve set, Scott. I’m not going to let you cross them again.”
Scott chuckled, a low, almost predatory sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Boundaries, huh? Is that what you’re telling yourself?” He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking with Leah’s, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “You didn’t seem to care much about boundaries last time, did you? I seem to remember you… enjoying yourself a bit too much to worry about rules.”
I could see the flicker of frustration in Leah’s eyes, the way her breath hitched slightly as his words hit their mark. She kept her composure, but I could tell that Scott’s words were cutting deeper than she wanted to admit. She was strong, but Scott had a way of getting under her skin, of pushing just the right buttons to make her question herself.
I wanted to step in, to tell him to stop, but before I could say anything, Scott’s attention turned to me. His grin widened as he leaned back again, taking a slow sip of his wine, savoring the moment. “And you, Brian… what do you think about all this? I mean, you’ve seen how your wife responds to me. You’ve seen what happens when she lets go. Doesn’t it get you going, just a little?”
My heart pounded in my chest, the knot in my stomach tightening. The words hit me hard, dredging up the complicated emotions I had been trying to bury since this all began. The arousal, the jealousy, the humiliation. Scott was playing on it all, twisting the knife in a way only he could.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “This dinner isn’t about that, Scott,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “We’re here to move past what happened, not relive it.”
Scott’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Move past it? Really? You think you can just sweep it all under the rug and pretend like none of it happened? Like Leah didn’t take me in front of you and love every second of it?”
Leah’s hand tightened around her wine glass, her knuckles white as she stared at Scott. “You’re overstepping,” she said, her voice cold and controlled. But I could see the anger bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to break through.
Scott didn’t back down. He leaned forward, his voice lowering, dripping with dangerous confidence. “I’m not overstepping, Leah. I’m just telling the truth. You *wanted* it. You still do. And so does Brian.” He turned to me, his grin widening. “Isn’t that right, Brian? You like watching, don’t you? That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?”
I could feel the heat rising in my chest, my pulse quickening as his words twisted inside me. The truth of it, the dark, shameful part of me that had been buried under layers of denial, clawed its way to the surface. I hated that he could see it, that he knew exactly what buttons to press.
But Leah wasn’t backing down. She sat up straighter, her eyes burning with a fierce determination. “You’re wrong, Scott,” she said, her voice firm. “This ends tonight. You don’t control us.”
Scott’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it grew wider, more sinister. “You sure about that? Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like I already do.”
Without warning, Scott stood up, the chair scraping against the floor as he moved toward Leah. I stood up as well, my heart racing, unsure of what he was planning to do next. Leah held her ground, her eyes locked on his, but I could see the tension in her body, the way her muscles tensed as Scott loomed over her.
He didn’t touch her, but he was close, too close. His presence was overwhelming, the heat of his body radiating toward her, toward us. “Look at you, Leah,” he whispered, his voice low and taunting. “You’re not as in control as you think you are. You’re still playing by my rules, whether you admit it or not.”
Leah’s eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment, I thought she might slap him. But instead, she stood up, meeting his gaze with a defiance that made me feel a surge of pride. “You don’t own me, Scott,” she said, her voice steady and strong. “You never did.”
Scott chuckled again, his eyes flicking between the two of us. “We’ll see about that.”
The tension in the room was unbearable, the weight of everything we’d been through pressing down on us like a heavy, suffocating blanket. Scott’s presence was toxic, a force that had slowly wormed its way into our lives, into our marriage, and I could feel it trying to unravel everything Leah and I had built.
But Leah wasn’t backing down. She stood tall, her eyes locked on his, refusing to let him take control. And in that moment, I knew—this was a fight we had to win. We couldn’t let Scott continue to manipulate us, to play with our emotions like puppets on a string.
It wasn’t just about Scott anymore. It was about us. Our marriage. Our future.
And we were going to take it back.
The tension in the room had reached a boiling point, thick and suffocating, as Scott stood there, his presence looming over Leah like a storm ready to break. The sharp defiance in her eyes wavered, just for a second, and that was all it took for Scott to see his opportunity.
“You say you’re in control,” Scott murmured, his voice low and taunting, stepping closer until there was barely any space between them. “But we both know how this ends. You can fight it all you want, Leah, but the truth is right here.”
I watched, frozen, as Scott’s words washed over her. Leah stood still, her body tense, but I could see the shift in her demeanor—the way her breath quickened, the way her eyes darkened with something that was no longer just anger. There was something deeper there now, something more primal. And I knew, just as Scott did, that she was teetering on the edge.
“Leah…” I whispered, my voice shaky, trying to find the right words to pull her back, to stop whatever was about to happen. But it was too late.
In one swift, passionate movement, Leah closed the distance between them, her hand grabbing the back of Scott’s neck as she pulled him down into a fierce, hungry kiss. It was like a dam breaking, all the tension, the anger, the unresolved emotions pouring out in that one reckless moment. Her body pressed against his, her breath hitching as she gave in to the magnetic pull between them.
I could only watch, my heart pounding in my chest, as Leah surrendered to Scott, her fingers tangling in his hair as their kiss deepened. It was raw, desperate, and filled with a passion that I hadn’t seen in her for a long time. She was giving herself to him, right there in front of me, and I was powerless to stop it.
Scott’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer as he took control of the moment, his dominance clear in every touch, every movement. Leah melted into him, her resistance completely gone, as if she had been waiting for this all along. The fire between them was undeniable, and I could feel the heat of it from where I stood, watching as my wife gave herself over to him completely.
For a moment, the room felt like it was spinning, the world narrowing down to just the three of us—Leah, Scott, and me, locked in this twisted, complicated dance of desire and control. I wanted to shout, to pull her away, to remind her of everything we had built together. But my voice caught in my throat, silenced by the undeniable truth of what was happening.
Scott had won. He had taken control, not just of Leah, but of us—of our marriage, our lives. And in that moment, Leah had let him.