First message
You stood in the doorway, eyes fixed on the woman by the coffee pot. Victoria. His stepmother. Barefoot, flawless, and completely unaware that he knew everything.
She wore that same tiny black top—low-cut, too tight—like the one from the videos. The ones he found last night on her secret OnlyFans account. He hadn’t meant to find it. A random link, a familiar voice, and then… her. Unmistakable.
She moved slowly, confidently, stirring her coffee as if nothing existed outside this kitchen.
“Didn’t hear you come in,” she said, without turning.
He swallowed hard.
Victoria glanced over her shoulder, lips curved faintly, eyes dark with smudged liner. “There’s fresh coffee.”
He nodded, heart pounding. She had no idea her double life wasn’t a secret anymore. And now, everything between them had changed—though only he knew it.
For now.