[I am really eager to hear what you will tell her.]‘You are not helping me right now.’[How I see it you have three options; lie to her and buy yourself some time before she eventually finds out the truth. Tell her the truth and lose her or better still she might just stick around because she hopes to kick Isabella out of your life.]‘And what is the third option?’[Use Charisma Boost on her to forget about this question.]Coyote wanted to shake his head at the ridiculousness of the third option, but stopped himself immediately as he remembered that Maya was still looking at him.‘I am not doing that. Not with her.’But just as he was about to respond to the question a knock at the door came and disrupted it.He froze mid-breath, jaw tight, his chest still rising from that awkward silence that had settled between them since the call ended.“Who is it?” he called out, a little too sharply.“It’s delivery!” a young male voice replied.Coyote let out a quiet sigh, half thankful for the

The words hung in the air, heavy with hope and longing. Coyote's shock gave way to something soft, with a fierce possessiveness. He held her face between his palms, thumbs tracing her cheeks. "Maya, that's. huge. Are you sure? I don't want to rush you or make you regret it."She leaned into his touch, her eyes clasping him with determination. "I'm sure. I've thought it through a lot. I trust you. I want this with you."He gazed into her eyes once more, and then nodded hesitantly, a small smile tracing his lips. "Okay. We'll do this slowly. I'll protect you." His voice dropped to a raw whisper as he kissed her again, gentler this time, reassuring. But the fire between them did not fade; it simmered, growing stronger as his hands began to explore her body with slow deliberation.Coyote led her back onto the bed, the mattress sinking under them. He towered over her, kissing his way down her neck, biting at the sensitive skin just below her ear. Maya trembled, fingers biting into his shou

He set the phone down on the counter, dragging a hand down his face. He could already feel the headache forming behind his eyes. Isabella doesn't seem like the type to let something like this slide quietly. Not when it involved her.From the bathroom, Maya’s voice drifted out over the sound of running water. “Everything okay?”Coyote looked toward her, forcing his tone to stay even. “Yeah. Just… social media noise.”She peeked out from the doorway, hair damp, eyes curious. “You sure?”He nodded, though his mind was racing. “Yeah. It’s nothing we can’t handle.”Maya studied him for a second longer before smiling softly. “Then come on,” she said. “You’re wasting hot water.”He laughed under his breath, shaking his head as he set the phone face down on the counter. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Patel.”“Maybe,” she said, that playful spark back in her eyes, “but at least you’ll die smiling.”Coyote walked to the door and pushed it all the way open, he found Maya already under the spr

The newspaper slid down the front of his chest and landed on the glass table with a soft thud.Coyote didn’t flinch. He just looked at Isabella, her eyes blazing, her entire body vibrating with restrained fury.“Who the fuck is this woman you were with last night?” she repeated, her voice sharp, cutting through the still air of the penthouse like a blade.Coyote ran a hand through his hair and exhaled slowly. “Well, her name is Maya…”“Are you two fucking?” she interrupted, snapping the words out before he could even finish.He hesitated for a second, not because he didn’t know what to say, but because there was no clean way to say it. Then he looked away, toward the city skyline glittering through the window. “Yes,” he said finally. “We’re fucking. And I don’t see why you should care about that. It’s not like we’re in a relationship.”Isabella’s mouth twitched, her jaw tightening. She looked away too, crossing her arms. “I know we’re not in a relationship. And I know you must have a