Chapter 671: MILF Affairs At Breakfast

"Hey, do you mind?" Aria said sharply to Brittany, whose hand was still resting on my thigh under the table.

"Oh... I forgot you two are dating," Brittany replied, her tone light but pointed.

Brittany gave Aria a small, knowing smirk, the kind that said she knew things Aria clearly didn’t.

Aria’s eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, the edge in her voice growing sharper.

The tension between the two girls was rising fast. David, still seated across from us with his newspaper lowered, decided to jump in before things could escalate further.

"Hey, hey, girls... calm down. Let’s have breakfast in peace," he said with a forced chuckle. Then his gaze shifted to me. "And Alex... what about Autumn?"

The question landed like a spark on dry grass.

Aria immediately turned toward me.

"Who’s Autumn?" she asked, her voice tight with fresh suspicion.

I looked at David, keeping my expression neutral even as irritation flared under the surface. This man had no idea how easily I could destroy his comfortable little delusion in a single sentence. I was holding myself back for now, and here he was casually trying to drag my secrets into the open over breakfast.

I knew that even if Aria learned everything, nothing fundamental would change. But I didn’t want the headache of repairing the careful synergy between the women in my harem this early in the morning.

Before I could answer, Tiffany stepped in and took control of the situation.

"Autumn is my friend who lives in this building," she said smoothly as she approached the table carrying a tray. "Alex helps her with some errands sometimes. That’s why David was asking about her. Apparently Autumn’s husband and David are close friends."

The explanation was clean and believable. Tiffany set the tray down in the center of the table. It held steaming coffee mugs, freshly toasted bread, and a small dish of butter. The warm, rich smell filled the air around us and made the tense atmosphere feel just a little softer.

I watched her move with quiet appreciation. The way her maternal instincts showed so naturally, the careful way she arranged the food, the soft concern in her voice, only reinforced how glad I was that she would be the mother of my child.

Soon enough I planned to drink her milk straight from her heavy breasts, and the thought of it mixed with the scent of breakfast in a strangely satisfying way.

Tiffany began placing the mugs in front of each of us, her presence acting as a gentle buffer between the simmering jealousy at the table. Aria still looked unconvinced, Brittany kept her knowing little smile.

We started eating breakfast. I really needed the energy. God knows how many times I had cum the night before, my body still felt drained from the hours spent buried between Maya, Asha and Heather.

One thing was already clear in my mind though, with the amount of cum I had poured into both of them last night, they were almost certainly going to end up pregnant.

I took another bite of the warm toast and glanced at Tiffany.

"It’s so tasty, Tiff," I said.

Aria’s eyes flicked toward me at the casual nickname, but she didn’t comment.

Tiffany gave a small smile, though there was a quiet sadness behind it.

"Thanks, Alex. By the way... you’re really leaving for the volunteer duty tomorrow?" she asked. The slight drop in her voice and the look in her eyes made it clear she didn’t like the idea of me going away.

"Yeah. For some days, I think. I still don’t know all the details," I replied while continuing to eat.

Aria studied me for a moment from the side, her gaze sharp.

"Alex, why are you so sweaty this early in the morning?" she asked.

I shrugged lightly.

"Oh... I must have sweated a lot while I was sleeping," I said, keeping my tone casual.

Tiffany’s maternal side surfaced again almost immediately.

"Alex, if you want, I can wash your clothes in my washing machine," she offered.

Before I could respond, Aria cut in.

"Thanks, Mrs. Tiffany, but Nadia has already helped in washing Alex’s clothes and cleaning his place," she said.

I turned toward her, mildly surprised.

"How do you know about Nadia?" I asked.

Tiffany’s expression shifted with curiosity as well.

"Who is Nadia?" she asked, clearly hearing a new name connected to me that she hadn’t known before.

Aria answered without hesitation.

"Nadia is one of our maids. My grandma told me Alex asked Nadia to help him with chores," she explained. "And when I came here, I sent her back home in my car."

That explained everything. So that was why Nadia had been missing. Knowing Nadia’s nature, once Aria told her to leave, she wouldn’t have had any real choice but to obey. And Olivia must have covered for the story after she found out what happened between Nadia and me.

It didn’t matter much right now anyway. I was leaving soon, and there was no need for Nadia to stay behind at an empty place. She could stay with her daughter for the time being.

I took another sip of coffee, letting the warm bitterness settle while the conversation continued around the table. The morning was already layered with half-truths, quiet jealousy, and unspoken history.

"Thanks for the breakfast, Mrs. Tiffany," Aria said politely as she stood up from the table. Then she turned toward me. "Alex, shall we go? You need to prepare for tomorrow."

"Yeah, let’s go," I replied, rising from my chair.

Brittany stayed quiet. She already knew she could have me later if she wanted, there was no need to push for anything in front of Aria right now. Aria and I left Tiffany’s apartment and walked the short distance back to mine.

Once inside, we went straight to my bedroom. Aria sat down on the edge of the bed while I dropped onto the mattress and let myself fall onto my back, finally relaxing. My body still felt heavy from the long night before.