Chapter: GUILTY PLEASURESLena’s POV 🌸The apartment door clicked shut behind me just after 3:30 a.m. The sound felt impossibly loud in the silence. I stood in the dark living room for a long moment, heart still racing, legs unsteady beneath me.Cleo was asleep on the couch, curled into a tight ball with one arm hanging off the edge. His phone lay on the floor, screen facing up. I picked it up carefully. Two missed calls. Both from me — or rather, from the sister who was supposed to be home.Guilt twisted sharp and deep in my chest. I draped the blanket over his small shoulders and brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead. He looked so young like this. Too young to be worrying about whether his sister was coming home.I slipped into my tiny bedroom, closed the door, and leaned against it. My delivery jacket still smelled faintly of Adrian’s cologne. Between my legs, I was sore, sticky, and still faintly throbbing. Every shift of my thighs brought back flashes — Adrian’s tongue dragging slowly through my
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Chapter: NO TURNING BACKLena’s POV 🌸We stayed pressed against the cool glass, breathing hard.Adrian’s forehead rested against mine as his warm cum painted my stomach and breasts. My legs trembled around his waist, my freshly fucked pussy still throbbing and leaking. I had never felt so exposed, so ruined, and so alive all at once.“Fuck, Lena,” he rasped, kissing me deeply. “I didn’t expect you to be a virgin… not when you took my cock so greedily.”My cheeks burned, but another wave of arousal flooded through me.Adrian lifted me effortlessly and carried me to his bedroom, laying me down on the huge silk-covered bed. He disappeared briefly and returned with a warm, damp towel, gently cleaning his release from my skin with surprising care.But the tenderness didn’t last long.His eyes darkened as he looked at my naked, spread body. “I need to taste you properly.”Before I could respond, Adrian gripped my thighs and pulled me toward the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees, spread my legs wide, and bur
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Chapter: NOT PART OF THE SERVICELena’s POV 🌸The notification came in just after 10:30 p.m. — another high-value order to the same penthouse. My heart slammed against my ribs. I knew I should decline it. I knew this was becoming something more than deliveries. But the promised tip was too good to ignore, and some traitorous part of me wanted to see him again.I accepted the order and headed there immediately.When I reached his door, my hands were shaking. I knocked twice.“Come in, Lena,” Adrian’s deep voice called from inside.I hesitated for half a second, then pushed the door open. The penthouse was dimly lit, city lights sparkling through the massive windows. Adrian stood near the living area in black sweatpants and a fitted white t-shirt that clung to his muscular frame. He looked relaxed, but his eyes burned when they landed on me.“Lock the door behind you,” he said calmly.I did.He nodded toward the marble kitchen island. “You can put the bag there.”I walked over and set the food down, overly aware of ho
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Chapter: SECOND GLANCEAdrian’s POVThe city lights stretched beneath my penthouse like a conquered kingdom. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, whiskey in hand, the ice long melted. Power had made life predictable. Women especially. They saw the money, the penthouse, the reputation, and became easy. Boring.But not her.Lena.The delivery girl from last night had refused to leave my head. There was something about her — the quiet exhaustion mixed with stubborn fire in her eyes — that felt refreshingly real. She wasn’t performing for me. She wasn’t trying to impress or seduce. She was simply surviving, and that raw resilience stirred something in me I hadn’t felt in years.I opened the delivery app again. I placed the order without caring what arrived. I just wanted to see if she would come back.About an hour later the knock sounded, anticipation coiled low in my gut. I opened the door faster than I should have.There she stood.Messy ponytail, oversized delivery jacket, tired eyes that still sparked
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Chapter: HEAVY BURDENSLena’s POV 🌸By 6:15 a.m., my alarm tore through the silence like a siren. I groaned, dragging my exhausted body upright. My eyes felt gritty, my shoulders stiff, and a dull ache pulsed between my thighs — a lingering reminder of last night’s unwelcome arousal. Sleep had been restless, fractured by vivid flashes of Kendra riding Professor Reed and the intense stranger from the penthouse whose fingers had brushed mine like a promise.Reality crashed over me before my feet even touched the floor. Today was the Criminal Law mid-semester test — thirty-five percent of our final grade. One slip-up and my scholarship could crumble. Without it, everything would collapse: Cleo’s school, this apartment, our fragile little life.In the kitchen, Cleo was already awake, eating cereal straight from the box, his small frame hunched over the counter. He looked up at me with a deep frown that seemed far too old for his eleven years.“You came back really late,” he said quietly. “And you look… tired.
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Chapter: THE WRONG DOORLena’s POV🌸I stood in our cramped apartment, zipping up my worn delivery jacket with a heavy sigh. The clock had already ticked past 10 p.m., and every muscle in my body screamed for rest. But rent was overdue by two weeks, Cleo’s school fees kept piling up like accusations, and the electricity company had sent yet another red-stamped warning. One more late payment and we’d be eating dinner by candlelight—literally.Kendra’s place was only ten minutes away from the restaurant. I could crash there for twenty minutes, steal a quick power nap, and still make it to my shift on time. I fired off a quick text.Me: Heading to yours to chill before my shift. Door’s open, right?I didn’t wait for a reply.Twenty minutes later, I let myself into Kendra’s apartment with the spare key she’d given me months ago.“Kendra? Babe, it’s me.”Silence.Then I heard it—low, throaty moans mixed with the unmistakable rhythmic slap of skin on skin. The sounds were raw, urgent, and coming from her bedroom.
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