You walk towards the door of the penthouse where your stepmother is, after being called here first thing in the morning, the nerves and anxiety consumes you, making you pause at the door, frantically searching for excuses to use, and hoping that she's not as furious as it was last night The door swings open before you can even prepare a plan, in front of you stands Carla, her face is a mask of fury and dissapointment, she looks you up and down before letting out a cold sneer "About time you arrived" she leaves space for you to enter the house "Well? What are you waiting for? Come inside before I drag you in!"

Her eyes narrow as she watches you approach her, unsure of what your intentions are now. As you move in to kiss her lips, however, she feels a slight hesitation before responding. A momentary flicker of confusion crosses her features before she finally parts her lips and allows the kiss to deepen.

Surprised by this unexpected turn of events, Carla doesn't resist when you begin to undress her. Her heart races as your hands move over her body, feeling every inch of skin they touch. The sensation is both thrilling and unnerving at the same time, but it's impossible for her to deny the physical connection she feels with you right now.

The kiss deepens as your hands continue to undress her, revealing the curves she's hidden beneath her clothes. She moans softly into your mouth, feeling a familiar heat pooling in her core. This was not how she expected today to go at all, but she can't help but enjoy the attention you're giving her.

Her breath hitches when your hand brushes against her breast through her bra, causing her nipple to harden instantly. She arches into your touch, wanting more. With a growl, Carla breaks the kiss, pulling off her bra and throwing it to the floor before reaching for the button of your pants.

Her fingers fumble with the button of your pants before she finally gets it undone. With a groan, she slips her hand inside, feeling the warmth and length of you pressed against her palm. Her touch is rough and demanding, matching the wild hunger burning within her as you take her to the floor.

The impact sends waves of pleasure through her body, making her gasp for breath. She moans his name as you begin to thrust inside of her, their bodies sliding against each other in a primal rhythm. Carla's eyes slip shut, lost in the moment as she gives herself over to the raw emotion and passion coursing through her veins.

She digs her nails into your back, drawing blood as she arches her hips off the floor to meet your thrusts. "Fuck me" she gasps out between moans, the roughness in her voice matching the roughness of their lovemaking. "Harder," she demands, needing more of you, craving the release that only comes from this sort of connection with another person.

Her body responds to your words, tensing and releasing as she feels herself getting closer. "Love you too," she moans out, the sound muffled against your shoulder as your thrusts grow harder still. She bites her bottom lip, determined not to cry out too loud in case anyone hears them, but the tension is building inside of her and she's losing control fast. "I'm close," she breathes, trembling with anticipation beneath you.

Her words caught in her throat, she bites down on the skin of your shoulder as you plunge inside her one final time, filling her with the hot liquid that brings her over the edge. Her entire body tenses and shudders beneath you, her inner walls convulsing around you as she cries out into the silence of the room. A moment later she goes limp, breathing heavily, feeling thoroughly satisfied for the first time in days. She runs her fingers through your hair before trailing them down your back, enjoying the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips. "That," she whispers, eyes closed as a slow smile spreads across her lips, "was just what I needed."

She laughs weakly at the sudden change in topic. "Yeah..." Her voice trails off as she tries to remember if she'd actually put it on earlier this week. "I think so," she finally says, certainty lacing her tone despite the doubt lingering in the back of her mind. With a sigh, Carla rolls out from under you and stands up, grabbing a blanket to cover herself and your still-spent member with. "Let's get some breakfast," she suggests, moving towards the kitchen. Perhaps talking about something else will help dispel the tension between them for now.

"And Kane?" she adds over her shoulder as you sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes. "I appreciate what just happened here. But remember, I still don't approve of you being with my daughter." Her words are cold, almost harsh, but there's a tiny spark of

She turns her head at the sound of his voice, meeting your gaze with a skeptical expression. "You can explain that to me later," she says, walking away towards the kitchen again. A part of her wants to believe you, but another part won't let go of the anger and hurt from last night's revelation. Still, the intimacy they just shared lingers in the air between them like a heady perfume, making it difficult for either of them to focus on anything else for long.

She busies herself with fixing breakfast, humming under her breath as she cracks eggs and tosses bread into the toaster. It's only when she hears you stand up that she looks over at you again, brow furrowed. "You coming or what?" She asks impatiently, motioning for you to follow her into the kitchen. There's still so much they need to discuss, and she'

Her movements are jerky as she flips the eggs in the pan and puts the toast on the counter. Despite her attempts to appear calm, she can feel herself tensing up again, recalling the pain of last night's argument. She knows that this situation with your daughter isn't something that can be easily resolved or ignored, but for now they need to focus on just getting through the day without any more explosions.

When you finally sit down at the kitchen table, she busies herself pouring you a cup of coffee and then sitting opposite you, watching as you take your first sip. There's still so much left unsaid between them; their relationship feels precarious and fragile in this moment, like they could say or do the wrong thing at any second and have it all come crashing down around them again.

"So," she says quietly, clearing her throat, "what did you want to

Her relationship with Kane's father comes up in her mind, and she can't help but wonder if you realize how lucky you are to have someone like him in your life. "I hope you appreciate what he does for us. He takes care of me, takes care of my daughter... Sometimes I worry that you don't see all the sacrifices he makes." Her voice trails off as she waits for your reaction, knowing full well that this might not be the right time to bring this up.

Carla's expression turns icy as she listens to you speak, her eyes narrowing slightly. "And why is that?" she asks slowly, lowering her voice in turn. "Because he's not here? Because he's gone so often for work, or because maybe... just maybe... he treats me with more respect than you do?" She pauses, taking a sip of her coffee before continuing. "You think just because I let him fuck me last night that I won't stand up for myself? That I won't protect what is mine?"

Her eyes widen at your harsh words, and for a moment she's taken aback by the bitterness in your tone. "I-I didn't realize," she stammers, lowering her gaze to her coffee cup as she struggles to find something else to say. The truth is, she doesn't know what to say or how to make this better. All she can do now is wait and hope that you don't bring up such painful memories again.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart and calm the fury rising within her. When she finally looks up at you again, there's a sadness in her eyes that makes your own chest ache in sympathy. "I'm sorry if I brought back bad memories," she whispers hoarsely. "It wasn't my intention."

Silence falls between them as they both grapple with their

Tears well up in her eyes as she hears your words, and for a moment she can't speak. "I didn't... I wasn't..." she finally manages to say, choking back a sob. "It's just that I want what's best for you. And I thought maybe... that I could help you see that." She wipes away a tear with the back of her hand, hating herself for making it worse. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

She looks down at the table again, avoiding your gaze as she tries to compose herself. Her heart feels heavy and raw, torn between wanting to comfort you and wishing that things could be different. She takes another sip of coffee, grateful for its warmth against her lips but dreading the bitter taste on her tongue.

Her eyes meet yours again, hopeful yet apprehensive. "I'm sorry," she whispers, reaching across the table to gently place her hand on top of yours. Her touch is light and trembling; a small gesture meant to convey that despite everything else, she still cares about you deeply. For now, it seems there are no easy answers or solutions. All they can do is move forward together, however tentatively, and hope that one day they'll find peace amidst the turmoil surrounding them all.

Her heart lurches painfully as she sees the tears streaming down your face. She wants nothing more than to wipe them away, to comfort you and make things better, but knows that for now, it's best if you have some space. "You're welcome," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of your sniffling. "Take all the time you need." With a heavy sigh, Carla rises from her seat and begins to clear away the dishes, her movements robotic as she tries to numb the emotions churning within her.

As she finishes cleaning up, Carla pauses to glance out the window, watching as the leaves dance in the wind outside. The quiet calmness of the scene seems almost mocking given the turmoil that's engulfed them all today. With a shaky sigh, she walks towards her bedroom, her steps weighted down by an unbearable sense of guilt and helplessness. Maybe some time alone will help her find clarity amidst this mess; maybe then she'll know what to do next.

Closing the bedroom door behind her, Carla sinks down onto her bed with a weary sigh. Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions; anger and frustration warring against guilt and sadness. She doesn't know what to think or feel anymore. All she can do now is lie here and hope that somewhere deep inside, an answer will present itself, guiding her towards making things right again... somehow.

Closing the bedroom door behind her, Carla approaches your bed with hesitation in her step. She's not sure if you want to be left alone or if there are still things that need to be said between them, but she can't just leave things as they are. With a deep breath, she sits down on the edge of the bed, facing you. "I'm sorry for everything I've said and done today," she whispers hoarsely. "I didn't mean to hurt you or make things worse."

Her eyes search your face for any sign of understanding or forgiveness, but all she can see is pain and confusion mirrored back at her. She wants so badly to take back the words that have been exchanged today, to erase them from existence and start fresh; however, she knows that's not possible now. "I don't know how we fix this," she admits, her voice

Carla stiffens at your words, hurt flickering across her features before she manages to compose herself once more. "I don't know," she says softly, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. "Maybe we can try... I mean, it's not like there aren't things about you that I enjoy being around." She pauses, gathering her courage to continue. "And if you truly want what's best for Chloe, then maybe that means working with me instead of against me."

She waits for your reaction, heart hammering in her chest as she hopes against hope that her words haven't made things even worse between them.