
Introduction
One night + One touch = Addiction.
…….
Betty goes on holiday to spend a week with her sister and the unexpected happens, she falls in love with her brother-in-law, Ted.
She has only intended a one-night nightstand with him to get over a painful breakup and nothing else but it turned into an addiction, a constant affair and love sparks between them.
An hour of one-time sex turns into a long-lasting commitment, what happens when the truth comes to light???
A deadly affair that ruins her relationship with her sister, but is Betty’s sister, Rosie, a saint?
(This book can be read as a standalone and luckily, this is the first book of the series, sit, relax, and enjoy!)
Chapter 1
These past few days I've been horny as hell, it has been hell on my king-sized bed. I had wanted to order toys like I once did when I was in college in 2021, but Nah, I'm not so sure if I want that right. I'm up for a REAL thing if you know what I mean.
I continued packing my clothes, Rosie, my sister had invited me over since I was now on my casual leave. It's safe to say that I had been working my pretty ass over the months, it's not much of a job since it's an editing firm but I'm satisfied with it, it pays my bills to the latter and I do a bit of freelancing…
Damn! My life sounds boring already, I'm faced with a bunch of fucking papers all-day and it sucks me off.
Jeans or skirts? Heels or Nikes? Tops or dresses? Purses or shoulder bags? I constantly ask myself while I pack but I'll a bit of every choice. I'm indecisive right now.
I scoff and place my hand flat on my forehead, I'm thinking about my trip in the next twenty-four hours.
I lay on my back like a log that needs to be worked on or maybe carved into something prettier than I am...
These thoughts keep flashing in and out of my mind. In terms of carvings, I meant that I wanted to be hardly fucked.
I haven't had sex in three months I feel like it's almost a year, I'm falling sexually and worst off, and I have got no sexual healer. I take a look at my red lingerie, which I haven't used in who knows how long, I have several of them but my ex, Fayette, preferred this one. I guess I'm still unable to get over him, I'm obsessed with him. I miss everything about him, like the chivalrous part but more importantly, his meaty cock, I mean, he's got every girl’s dream hanging between his shanks but I stand firm in terms of loyalty, he fucked a bartender, funny enough he knew nothing about that bitch. These old memories kill me each time I think about them and so I’d rather not think about them.
I gently put the lingerie away and then I put it back into the box, who knows what might happen? I pack a little more and a call enters, I take a peek at my cell, it was my bestie calling. Gina. I take it up and answer it, I roll on my belly instead
“Waddup bitch, you decided to call now huh?!”
“C’mon girl, you know I'm not over that shit you did last night. You gotta be kidding my ass for real!” she fretted.
“Okay I know, yeah?! I wasn’t feeling it and that was it! Sorry girl, I'm gonna make it up, that's a pact!”
“Like you mean it?! You've said that a hundred and fucking one time Betty, just fuck off!” She cut me short and I snickered, rubbing my neck gently. “Well, what's up? Any hang out?”
“Oh no, I uh... I just don't think...” my words trail off.
“Since when did you start getting cautious?” she laughed sarcastically and I got even more frustrated. “Anyway, you need all the fun in the world baby girl!”
“I know, I just can't place my hands on the sweetest things right now.” I say to her. “Well, Rosie invited me over for at least a week. So I'm just gonna go tomorrow—”
“If I hadn't asked, then you wouldn’t tell me, right? Is that the definition of besties to you?! Well, I’m not that mad, at least you are gonna go out. That Fayette guy hexed on you, I don't need a seer to tell me or show me signs!” she says confidently, and I laughed it off.
She's partly correct about it though, my last relationship was a total bummer.
I turn on some music, songs from Nicki Minaj. She's been one of my best choices for a playlist and so I stick with it. I strip out of my comfy shorts and crop top and walk into the washroom. I turn on the shower, take the sponge and squirt some body wash and I begin to rub against my body.
he wanna FR-E-AK...AK
I hear the music play in my mind too, I suddenly stop rubbing, I take turns running between my thighs, and I lean my back against the tiled wall, I needed good composure, I could feel that I was going to blow up any moment onward. I splay my legs a bit and make teasing circles around my clit, and instantly I'm soggy as fuck, I fasten my motion and suddenly I'm moaning out my life over the sound of the music, I'm trembling, my legs are shaking as though I'm gonna crash and at the same time, I don't want to quit teasing.
Writhing. Squirming, I'm about to cum, my pussy making me excited. My index and middle finger slid deep inside as I glided in and out, the sound of my wet cunt makes the race one I can't afford to fail...
I'm not able to keep track of the one time I felt this good in months, it's been a wreck.
…
Later on, I wear nothing but a baggy shirt over my bare skin, I mean, I'm alone and so, I can't go through the stress of choosing a complete outfit. I set up dinner and start eating on the couch while seeing a movie. My phone rings and I quickly turn to my left where the phone is placed, it is Rosie. Okay, she misses me already huh?! I swipe and answer.
“Rosie, you miss me too much, I know!” I tease as she laughs in the background, I miss her giggles like that of a newborn.
“You know so much darling! Have you packed? Ted would be sending the chauffeur over to you at the airport, we both can't wait to have you, darling! Big sis misses you!” she says with charisma and I chuckle.
“I love the sound of that, I understand that you wanna give me a grand entry but I'm no longer 18, remember?” my brows squeeze.
“I'm only doing my job darling, here, Ted wants to say hi!” she says again and I'm left aghast before I can politely decline. I haven't spoken to him ever since they got married.
Weird, huh?
I mean, I used to crush on him back in the day while in college now he wants to say hi. I'm so done with this…
“Betty? Betty, are you there?” I hear his husky deep voice that leaves me yearning for the forbidden things, I'm instantly soggy down there. I collect myself to talk.
“Oh er... Ted. Long time, how are... ya?” I plaster a smile as if he can see me.
“I'm good! Hey! Rosie and I can't wait to have you, I'll make sure you get here safely, don't worry about the hassle getting here! We can't wait!” He says casually, his exuding manliness—like he's always got things under control but I take his words very seriously and I can't tell why. Knowing fully that he is my sister’s husband. Fuck me, I can't control myself. I chuckle to hide my coquettish act
“That's... That's sweet you know, thanks, Ted!” I say to him sweetly and Rosie takes the phone from him and we end the ‘missing and wanting-to-come’ conversation. It's better off on hold, I'm not so sure what the fuck is wrong with me, but not Ted. He is like ten years older than I am. I squint my eyes and try to concentrate on the movie that is 40% helping.
His voice lingers in my head, maybe he shouldn't have spoken to me but then I’d still hear him talk either way.
Last Chapters
#22 Chapter 22 Move on with Ted
Last Updated: 2/7/2026#21 Chapter 21 Move on
Last Updated: 2/7/2026#20 Chapter 20 There’s no saint
Last Updated: 2/7/2026#19 Chapter 19 Broken sister bond
Last Updated: 2/7/2026#18 Chapter 18 Caught in it
Last Updated: 2/7/2026#17 Chapter 17 A divorce?
Last Updated: 2/7/2026#16 Chapter 16 The love confession
Last Updated: 2/7/2026#15 Chapter 15 Office sex
Last Updated: 2/7/2026#14 Chapter 14 Soul searching
Last Updated: 2/7/2026#13 Chapter 13 Die for Betty
Last Updated: 2/7/2026
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