His Father’s Secret Basement

My blood ran cold as I stood frozen behind my bedroom door, watching my mom and Mr. Roscente from next door tangled together on the couch.

I didn't dare breathe, too stunned to even move.

Then, a pair of strong hands circled my waist from behind. A man with well-defined muscles nipped at my ear. "Enjoying the show? My dad and your mom seem... busy."

I spun around, meeting his gaze, and a fresh wave of panic shot through me.

The heated sounds from the living room grew louder, more urgent. I quickly shut the door, muffling the noise.

My name is Sophia Evans. I'm just a college student.

Two weeks ago, on my birthday, I had too much to drink and ended up in bed with William Roscente, the boy next door I'd known my whole life.

My plan was to pretend it never happened—to cut things off clean by morning.

But William was like a dog that had finally tasted meat. From that night on, he was relentless.

Every evening, he'd text me, begging me to open my window before slipping into my room.

And I'm weak. I couldn't resist his persistence. Again and again, I let him in.

Tonight was no different. I'd sneaked him inside, leading him straight to my bedroom, already lost in his heated kisses—

Until a soft knock echoed from the front door.

Someone else was here?!

I shoved William's hands away from my clothes and cracked my door open just enough to peek out.

What I saw made my stomach drop.

My mother, Olivia, was tiptoeing out of her room to answer the door—letting in a tall, shadowed figure.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head.

It was Benjamin Roscente. William's father.

They moved like it was a well-practiced routine—locking lips the second he stepped inside, stumbling toward the living room couch.

I knew my mom was seeing someone. After years of being a widow, it was about time.

But Benjamin Roscente?!

No wonder she'd been glowing lately, buying lingerie like she'd found a second youth.

The scene in the living room grew even more intense. My throat went dry, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead.

What the hell was I supposed to do now?

Behind me, William leaned in, his voice rough as he whispered, "Your mom's aged well. Great body. Smooth skin."

Horrified, I spun around and slapped a hand over his eyes.