Turkey, Dressing, & Triflin’ B’s: My Mom’s Husband Said Grace, Then Tore Me Up in the Bathroom

MILES: I was supposed to be her mother’s man. Supposed to play it clean, keep my hands out the fire, and my mouth shut.

But Balena? She’s not some sweet little church girl. She’s the storm I didn’t see coming: sharp-tongued, hungry-eyed, and dangerous enough to make me forget every vow I ever made.

And when she moaned my name in a bathroom on Thanksgiving night? I stopped pretending I could walk away.

I chose her. Now I’ll burn the world to make her mine.

BALENA: Miles says I’m trouble. But trouble’s all I’ve ever known.

My mama’s life is chaos, and I’ve spent years being dragged through it. unseen, unheard, and unloved. Until he looked at me like I was the whole damn sermon.

It started with a stolen moment. Now it’s obsession. Dirty, reckless, and so good it hurts.

They say you can’t build love out of ruin… But if he’s the wreckage, then baby, I’ll crawl through the ashes.