Trapped By My Sister's Husband Novel by Nona Morphy _ Novel




Trapped By My Sister's Husband Chapter 01

My name is Sabrina Jennings, a young woman who recently got divorced.
A few days ago, my younger sister, Francesca Jennings, booked a seven-day trip to the Maldives and planned to take her husband, Hendrix Coleman, and me to the beach so I could unwind.
Unexpectedly, her passport had expired, so in the end, only Hendrix and I boarded the plane.
To make it worse, the hotel messed up and only had one couple’s king suite available.
After we entered the room and set down our suitcases, Hendrix and I exchanged silent glances, both of us feeling awkward.
"I... I'm going to take a shower first," Hendrix said, breaking the silence before quickly heading into the bathroom.
Watching him, slightly flustered, I found it a bit amusing.
After he went into the bathroom, I took out a clean set of underwear, planning to change into it after my shower.
At that moment, Hendrix's silhouette appeared through the frosted glass of the bathroom door, and my face flushed as I quickly looked away. Then I noticed a button on the wall outside the bathroom and pressed it without thinking.
What happened next totally shocked me.
The bathroom glass facing the bed slowly turned clear, and within seconds, Hendrix's figure came into full view.
Fortunately, he was facing away from the glass while washing his hair, so he couldn't see what was happening on this side.
Even so, his broad back, toned body, and muscular thighs were all right there—no hiding anything. And the sight made my heart pound, my breathing quicken, and my face burn.
Just then, Hendrix slowly turned around, tilting his head back as the water rinsed the foam from his hair.
I gasped.
Panic surged through me, and while his eyes were still closed, I hurried to press the button again.
However, just as the glass began to turn opaque, Hendrix fully turned his body toward the glass.
My eyes couldn’t help but drift downward, and I froze.
Francesca had once told me privately that Hendrix was really good in bed—so good she couldn’t get out of bed the next day, her legs all weak.
I hadn't believed her at the time, but now I realized she hadn't been exaggerating.
He was honestly more intense than the guys in adult videos.
No wonder Francesca’s skin had been glowing lately—turns out Hendrix had been taking really good care of her.
Not to brag, but ever since middle school, I’d been one of the most popular girls with guys—I never lacked attention.
After getting married, I stuck to a regular yoga routine and took good care of myself—kept my slim figure, but got more toned and curvy.
Plus, being a mature woman has its own charm—my appeal only grew.
You could tell from all the attention I still got.
Yet at that moment, comparing my ex-husband, Matthew Linley, to him, I suddenly found myself envying Francesca.
Being with a guy like that every day must be amazing.
After a while, the water shut off, and he walked out wearing only swim trunks, his body still damp as he moved around casually.
I cast a quick, uneasy glance at him.
The memory of what I had just seen flashed through my mind, and my face instantly burned red. I grabbed my nightgown and rushed into the bathroom as if I were escaping.
I leaned back against the door, pulled up my skirt a little, and looked down—turns out I was already soaked through.
"Seriously? Am I actually turned on?" I thought to myself.
The truth was, I wasn't that kind of woman. For the past few years, Matthew was my only partner. Even after his cheating led to our divorce, I kept my desires in check—I never once thought about being with another guy.
Yet now, I felt completely lost.
Maybe it had been too long since I'd been satisfied, because just moments earlier, I had even had the urge to throw myself at Hendrix and kiss his abs.
That feeling both excited me and filled me with shame.
I must've lost my mind to even think about sleeping with my own brother-in-law.

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