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Secrets Behind Closed Doors

The morning sun streamed through the window, its golden rays landing directly on Rose’s face. She groaned, frowning as she turned over, attempting to escape the light. But the damage was done—once awake, falling back asleep was nearly impossible.

With a sigh, she pushed herself upright, tilting her head until she heard a satisfying crack. Glancing at the clock, she raised a brow—11:00 AM.

"Wow, my day’s already started without me," she murmured before catching her reflection in the mirror. A small smirk played on her lips as she ran a hand through her hair.

Slipping out of her room, she made her way to the kitchen, craving coffee to kick-start her morning. As she filled the machine, a sound from upstairs caught her attention—rhythmic claps, accompanied by breathy moans.

Her smirk deepened. "Nothing like good s*x to reunite an angry couple," she mused, stirring her coffee leisurely.

But the sounds grew louder—more urgent. The force of it almost felt like it would bring down the ceiling.

Curiosity got the best of her. Setting her mug down, she padded toward the staircase, making her way upstairs. With each step, the moans and the unmistakable sound of bodies colliding became clearer.

Rose stood outside the door, Diana’s breathless moans filtering through the walls. The sheer intensity of it wrapped around her, an undeniable heat creeping over her skin.

A shiver ran down her spine, goosebumps trailing in its wake. She swallowed, her body reacting instinctively to the tension in the air. Her thighs pressed together as she fought the temptation to let her fingers wander.

She exhaled a shaky breath, a whisper slipping past her lips.

“Fuck.”

She couldn’t fight the temptation any longer. With shaky fingers, she unbuttoned her shorts, her breathing ragged as she thrusted her p***y repeatedly, mirroring the rhythm of the intoxicating sounds coming from the bedroom. Her body tensed, heat pooling deep inside her as her toes curled involuntarily. A breathy moan escaped her lips, barely above a whisper. "Oh my God… f**k me… f**k me," she murmured, lost in the moment.

"f**k me, Joshua. Slut me out," Diana's voice rang out from the bedroom, raw with pleasure.

Rose froze mid-breath. “Joshua?” She mouthed the name silently, confusion flickering across her face. But even as her mind tried to process the revelation, her body betrayed her, still caught in the intoxicating waves of pleasure. The feeling was too consuming, too intense to stop now.

Rose moved faster, chasing the peak that had her trembling. When release finally hit, a shuddering moan slipped past her lips as pleasure washed over her, leaving her breathless.

It took a moment before she fully regained her senses, her chest rising and falling as reality sank in. "What the f**k… what a mess," she muttered under her breath, staring at the aftermath of her indulgence. "I need to clean this up."

Meanwhile, inside the bedroom, Diana and Joshua were still lost in their own world, their moans and the rhythmic creaking of the bed showing no sign of stopping.

Rose grabbed a few rags and wiped away the mess she had made, her breath still slightly uneven. As she worked, she noticed that the sounds from the bedroom had finally stopped. Moments later, the door creaked open, and Diana stepped out—only to freeze in shock at the sight of her sister standing right there.

"Jesus, Rose!" Diana gasped, pressing a hand to her chest.

Rose smirked. "Coming from the fun park, I see," she teased, reaching out to smooth Diana’s disheveled hair.

Diana swallowed hard, steadying herself. "How long have you been standing here?"

Rose folded her arms and stepped closer. "Long enough to know you weren’t in there with your husband."

At that, Diana’s breath hitched, her pulse racing. "I— I don’t know what you’re talking about," she stammered, forcing a tight-lipped smile. "I was in there alone."

"Give it a rest, Diana," Rose scoffed. "The whole damn house could hear you. I’m surprised the walls are still standing."

Diana averted her gaze, shifting uncomfortably. "I was… watching a porno," she muttered.

Rose arched a sceptical brow. "Porn, huh?" She took a slow step toward the bedroom door, her fingers brushing the knob. "I’m a fan myself. Maybe I should take a look."

Diana stiffened. "Don’t!" she snapped.

Rose grinned. "Why not? Afraid I might find the Joshua in your closet?"

A thick silence settled between them—until a deep voice shattered it.

"Who's Joshua?"

Both women turned sharply to find Alex standing at the top of the staircase, his expression unreadable.