Borrowed WifeThe Breeding Favor Chapter 1

The Studio

I stood outside the glass doors of the design studio I co-owned with my best friend, Sid. It was a quiet afternoon, the sun beating down on the pavement. I was early.

Sid and I had started this place two years ago. It was our dream. But lately, the studio had become less about work and more about... her.

Cici. Sid's wife.

She was a constant presence in my mind. 25 years old, with skin as pale as milk and a body that seemed engineered to destroy men's sanity. She spent more time in the studio than Sid did, usually "practicing yoga" in the break area while we worked.

I unlocked the door and stepped into the cool air conditioning. The studio was silent. Sid wasn't at his desk.

"Sid?" I called out.

No answer. Just the faint sound of humming coming from the kitchenette.

My heart rate picked up. If Sid wasn't here, that meant I was alone with her. Again.