The two made love for hours, their passion stretching deep into the night, only stopping when the first light of dawn began creeping through the windows.
By then, the entire house had been thoroughly disturbed—no one could sleep, not with Heaven’s moans ringing through every wall.
Her cries were intense, shameless, and loud enough that someone joked it could wake the dead—and get them hard again.
That was how wild she sounded, how lewd her pleasure was.
It was as if she didn’t care who heard her, as if she wanted the whole world to know exactly what Ross was doing to her.
And it wasn’t just the moans. The bed thumped. The walls rattled.
The walls slammed again and again in a relentless rhythm. It wasn’t making love—it was a full-blown sexual storm that consumed everything in its path.
By the time silence finally fell, the house felt like it had just survived an earthquake.
Morning came, but nobody was rested.
The contestants sat around the kitchen, bags under their eyes, sipping coffee with shaking hands.
The conversation, naturally, turned to the same topic.
"What the hell, man," one guy muttered, rubbing his temples. "How the fuck did Big D go at it with Heaven all night long?"
"Bro, I still can’t believe it," another replied, wide-eyed. "That was like... six hours of straight moaning. My ears are still ringing."
"Hah! That’s because you’re a one-minute man," a third cut in with a laugh.
"You can’t even keep your girl from faking it, let alone get her screaming like that."
The room erupted into laughter, but beneath the joking tone, there was tension—undeniable, simmering jealousy.
Every guy in the house had thought about Heaven.
Every guy had fantasized about what she’d be like in bed.
And now, all they could do was imagine it—her naked body, her voice crying out Ross’s name, the way she must have looked riding him, taking him, begging for more.
Ross, that lucky bastard, had done what every one of them dreamed about.
And judging by the sounds she made, he hadn’t just fucked her—he’d wrecked her.
Had her seeing stars. Screaming like a woman possessed.
"I’d sell my damn soul to trade places with him," one muttered, not even trying to hide the envy.
"Same," another sighed, staring off into space like he could see the whole thing play out in his head.
"I mean, did you hear her? She wasn’t just moaning—she was straight-up wailing like it was the best dick she ever had."
And Ross? He didn’t even bother to deny it.
When he finally walked into the kitchen, hair tousled, shirt half-buttoned, with Heaven trailing behind him in nothing but one of his oversized T-shirts, he just smirked.
"Morning," he said, like nothing had happened.
No one replied. They just watched him pass, knowing full well who the king of the house was now.
Ross cooked breakfast in the kitchen, expertly flipping eggs and stirring a sizzling pan, while Heaven perched on the counter beside him, casually nibbling on pieces of toast.
Their eyes met often, sharing secret smiles and lingering touches.
The tension between them hadn’t softened—it was electric, a constant undercurrent that pulled them together whenever they could steal a moment alone.
Between bites and banter, they slipped quick kisses, hands brushing beneath the table, always hungry for more.
Even after the meal, they barely kept their hands off each other.
In the crowded house, they snatched every opportunity—behind the couch, in the shower, even in the laundry room.
The risk only made it more thrilling.
As Monday morning settled over the house, a sudden buzz from the inter broke the usual morning chatter.
All activity slowed, and every pair of eyes turned toward the speaker.
"Congratulations, house contestants!" The House Boss’s voice was bright and manding.
"You have successfully pleted your weekly task! For that, you have earned a weekly budget of $5,000 to spend however you please. A new weekly task will be announced later today. For now, feel free to begin listing the items you want to purchase. Well done, everyone!"
A roar of excitement erupted immediately.
"YES! Finally!" someone shouted.
Hands flew in the air for high-fives and hugs, the house buzzing with energy as relief and pride swept through the contestants.
They had pulled together—teamwork, sweat, and determination—and now it was paying off.
Within minutes, the main living room became a lively hub of activity.
Contestants gathered around a large whiteboard, markers in hand, shouting out ideas and crossing off options.
"Alright, I call dibs on chocolates!" a bubbly girl grinned, already reaching for a marker.
"I’m voting for beer! Plenty of it!" a guy shouted from across the room, pumping his fist.
"Steaks! We need some serious meat," another added, rubbing his hands together like he could already taste the feast.
"Hot sauce," someone shouted. "And lots of it."
Heaven leaned closer to Ross, her voice playful but low. "Think we can sneak some whipped cream and strawberries on there?"
Ross smirked, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. "Only if we plan to eat them very differently than usual."
They both laughed quietly, their shared secrets making the room feel a little smaller, a little more intimate amid the chaos of excited voices.
"Don’t forget toiletries," teased a girl, wrinkling her nose. "Some of y’all are starting to smell dangerous."
Everyone laughed, tossing around jokes and ideas, the camaraderie growing by the second.
Meanwhile, the contestants split into groups, debating budgets, prioritizing what to buy first.
Some wanted gadgets; others dreamed of snacks and luxury treats.
The whiteboard quickly filled with colorful lists—ranging from practical to downright indulgent.
Ross and Heaven stayed close, eyes locking often, fingers brushing on the board as they added their own requests—a few discreet additions that raised eyebrows and smirks from those nearby.
For them, the prize wasn’t just money or items—it was the freedom to be together, to feed the fire that had only grown stronger with every stolen touch.
As the energy in the room surged, the House Boss’s voice came back over the inter, signaling the start of a new Chapter.
"Enjoy your time, house contestants. The new weekly task will be revealed soon. Stay sharp."
Ross grinned at Heaven, who gave him a wink.
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