Xavy & Mom

Luca Steele When Nova burst into my office like a storm and yelled, “Get the fuck off my husband, you’re fired,” I swear to God—there was nothing hotter than that. She didn’t just walk in. She owned the room. And the way she said my husband? Yeah. That did something to me. My cock twitched. Penny scrambled off me like a roach caught in the light, stammering, clutching her bag. I didn’t even bother saying a word to her. I

Lyla Monroe (Nova Kingsley) Now that my father is gone, there’s no reason for Luca and I to stay married. The contract, the obligation, the silent agreement—it all started because of him. And with him gone, I had to face the truth: Luca doesn’t love me. Not in the way I want to be loved. Even if… even if some part of me might love him. That’s why I sat in my lawyer’s office today, legs crossed, papers trembling in

Lyla Monroe (Nova Kingsley) Death. I’ve felt it before. The first time was when my mother died. I was ten. Too young to understand what it really meant, but old enough to feel the emptiness it left behind. Everyone said it would get easier with time, but that’s a lie people tell you so they can feel less uncomfortable around your grief. It doesn’t get easier. You just… learn to live with it. When I heard the doctor’s voice on

Lyla Monroe (Nova Kingsley) “And that is it for this meeting,” I said, straightening the hem of my blazer as I stood at the head of the conference table. The sunlight poured through the glass windows of my California office, warm and bright, casting long shadows across the polished floor. “I’ll have my assistant follow up with each department head regarding next steps.” I had been in California for two days, catching up with my team, reviewing contracts, and putting

Luca Steele “Do you believe in love?” I paused, fingers hovering over my keyboard, mid-email. Nova sat on the small couch in the corner of my office, legs crossed, laptop open but clearly ignored. Her phone was in her hand, her brows pulled together like she was seriously pondering the question. I raised an eyebrow. “Why are you asking?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m doing this dumb Facebook game. You know, those random quizzes? It asked if I believe

Lyla Monroe (Nova Kingsley) “Why the hell did you whack me in the face?” I cried out, still sitting on the floor, holding my nose like it was about to fall off. Luca sat up in bed, blinking, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were wild like he wasn’t fully out of the dream yet. “I thought you were a sleep paralysis demon,” he said, dead

Lyla Monroe (Nova Kingsley) “Oh my God, Penny! How could you do that?” I exclaimed as I stood frozen at the doorway of Luca’s office. “That’s wrong—he doesn’t like it like that.” Penny was mid-squatting behind Luca’s desk, clearly panicking. One hand was holding a sandwich wrapped in paper with the wrong deli label, and the other was digging aimlessly through drawers. The entire desk was a mess. “And the report?” I continued. “It’s under his coffee. In the last

Lyla Monroe (Nova Kingsley) Luca and I were acting like complete strangers at home. Yes, we exchanged the occasional one-liner or sarcastic jab in passing. But other than that? It was silence. The apartment was beautiful—sleek marble, floor-to-ceiling windows, and everything modern money could buy. But it felt cold. Empty. Just like us. Dinner was always prepared by his live-in chef, but we never ate together. I’d take mine in the formal dining room, curled up with a book in

Luca Steele Having someone else living in my apartment is not something I’m used to. Since I was twenty-three—since the day my mother officially moved into the dementia care wing I built for her—I’ve lived alone. No guests. No roommates. No unexpected noises. Just me, my work, and the silence I’d grown to depend on. Now? That silence is gone. Nova was in the guest room, but her presence filled the whole damn place. I heard her soft footsteps when