"Madisyn, I need to know!" Joey's voice trembled with urgency, her eyes searching Madisyn's for answers. "You don't deserve to know!" Madisyn shot back, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. "Not after you broke up with me!" Her words dissolved into sobs, her chest heaving with the weight of her emotions. "Please," Joey's voice softened, filled with desperation. "Just tell me… is the kid you're pregnant with mine or is it my brother's?" --- Madisyn had always envisioned a simple, colorful life. She dreamed of nurturing her children with love and being a devoted mother, building the family she had always longed for. After years of falling for the wrong men, she thought she had finally found the perfect one, the man who would complete her picture of happiness. But she had made a grave mistake. In her eagerness for love, she had handed over her heart too quickly, trusting too easily. It was a mistake that would cost her dearly when he abandoned her at the altar, leaving her humiliated on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. As if that betrayal wasn’t enough, she soon uncovered the bitter truth: his love had never been real. He had faked every tender word, every promise of forever. But fate has a way of balancing the scales. Madisyn knew that revenge was a dish best served cold, and what could be more satisfying than turning to the one person her ex hated most? His own brother. Dating his brother wasn't just about moving on; it was about reclaiming her power. It was about showing him that she could rise from the ashes he left behind and find love in the most unexpected place—right under his nose.
Madisyn jolted at his touch. A shiver ran down her spine, and her head spun as explicit images flickered through her mind.
His hand released her skin for a moment as he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to give you a massage on your legs now?"
Madisyn blushed fiercely, stammering, "N-no. Thanks." She cleared her throat, "I definitely feel better now." She quickly fastened her bra and slipped on her shirt.
As she adjusted herself to a seated position, Ethan watched her with an expectant gaze, his arms folded and his head tilted slightly to one side.
"What?" she asked, noticing his intense stare.
"It's your turn now." His lips curled into a teasing smile.
"My turn?" Madisyn was caught off guard; she didn't recall mentioning that she would need to give a massage in return.
"Yes. My muscles are tense too." His voice carried a playful hint of mischief.