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SEVENTEEN

Author: Gentle Roses
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-28 20:36:42

Delilah’s pov

The tension in the air around us intensified. I stumbled forward, crashing against his chest. His lips were on mine in an instant. It was hot, raw, and nothing like the last time. The kiss was greedy, wild, and intense. It spoke of unspoken desires, of a desperate need. And I met him equally, my hunger rising to meet his own, my breath caught somewhere between his mouth and mine.

“Calix…” I let out a small moan as he bit on my bottom lip gently.

I don’t remember how we got to the bed, only my hands fumbling with clothes desperately. The towel had long since fallen away. I pulled down his sweatpants with a surprising urgency. There was no talking, no whispered words, no gentle foreplay. Just the feel of skin on skin, his mouth devouring every inch of exposed flesh on my skin.

His hands were everywhere, trailing down my back, gripping my hips, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. My fingers tangled in his disheveled hair, pulling him deeper into the
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    Delilah's povHer perfume hit my nose before she even spoke. Too sweet, too sharp and it turned my stomach instantly. She was already smiling when she got to me. It was obvious that she wanted to appear harmless but that smile couldn’t fool me. Especially not tonight."Delilah, isn't it?" she said, her voice like honey. "I'm Giana."I nodded, my mind a whirlwind of confusion. "I know who you are," I said, my voice a little shaky. "What do you want?"Her smile didn't waver. "I just wanted to say hello," she said, her eyes flitting to where Calix was standing. "I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting each other."I didn't know what to say. I just stood there, my hand gripping my champagne flute so tightly my knuckles were white.She stood with both hands wrapped around her champagne glass, like it was a photo prop and not something she’d actually drink. Her eyes flicked over me, head to toe, then smiled. “You look… nice tonight.” She gestured with her head towards Calix, who was

  • Divorced My Husband And Found Love   FIFTY THREE

    Delilah's povThe smell of brewing coffee and breakfast usually filled the kitchen with a comforting warmth. I stirred my own coffee, watching the steam curl upwards, trying to ignore the empty space at the head of the table. Naomi picked at her scrambled eggs, her brow furrowed in a way that mirrored my own anxiety.Then, the front door clicked open. It clicked open quietly, cautiously — the kind of sound someone makes when they don’t want to wake someone sleeping.Naomi and I looked up, our forks clattering against our plates. Calix stepped into the dining room with yesterday’s clothes still on him. His collar was wrinkled and his sleeves pushed up. His suit jacket was rumpled, his tie loosened, and his eyes looked… tired.“Dad!” Naomi’s voice was a small, relieved exhale.Calix met her eyes. “Morning.”That was it? Just… morning?He walked past us to the fridge like it was any other day. Like he hadn’t vanished the night before without a word, like he hadn’t left me staring at my p

  • Divorced My Husband And Found Love   FIFTY TWO

    Calix's povThe city lights blurred as I sped down the highway, windows down and my tie yanked loose. I didn’t want to go home. Couldn’t. The thought of walking into that penthouse alone made my jaw clench.I needed noise. Darkness. A place where no one would ask why the hell a billionaire CEO looked like I had been punched in the gut by a ghost.I found myself pulling up to a private club buried behind tinted glass and valet gates. Rubix had a reputation. It was exclusive, indulgent, the kind of place men with money and messes in their heads came to forget all they needed to forget.I hadn’t been here in a while. Back then, I had a different woman on my arm every week and no one expected anything more than a room key and silence.I handed off my keys to the valet, nodded at the doorman who somehow still remembered my name, and stepped inside.Low lights. Velvet shadows. Music that throbbed under the skin more than in the ears.I walked straight to my old booth. Back corner. Just enou

  • Divorced My Husband And Found Love   FIFTY ONE

    Third person povCalix hadn’t gotten a single thing done for the rest of the afternoon.His assistant had handed him a schedule packed with meetings and briefings, and he’d nodded through each one like his brain wasn’t falling apart inside his skull. He knew people had spoken to him. He remembered the movement of lips and the occasional hand gesture toward slides or documents. He even remembered scribbling a few notes in his planner. But when he looked at them now, some hours and three cups of coffee later, they were just random words strung together. Because all day, the only thing that kept playing in his mind was that damn teaser.One minute. That was all it had taken to rile him up.The image of Delilah laughing with Roman was a relentless loop in his mind. It had been playing all afternoon, eating away at his focus. He’d tried to work, to bury himself in spreadsheets, but the numbers blurred into uneven shapes, and the faces of his employees seemed to dance before him. He couldn

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  • Divorced My Husband And Found Love   FORTY NINE

    Delilah's povThe day Roman was supposed to come, I’d spent most of the morning meticulously checking every detail. The shine on the glassware, the neatness of the tablecloths, the perfect arrangement of the flowers on each table. This wasn’t just about the restaurant anymore. This was about something bigger.I went back into the kitchen and was in the middle of rolling out dough when I heard the bell over the front door chime. I smoothed down my apron, a nervous flutter in my stomach.I came out of the kitchen just as Roman Hayes walked in. He looked even more charming in person than on screen, with a smile that reached his eyes and an easy, confident walk. He was taller than I expected, with an engaging presence that filled the room without being overbearing.“Delilah?” a smooth voice called out. He extended a hand, his voice a warm, rich baritone that was instantly recognizable. “It’s an absolute pleasure to finally meet you in person.”“Roman,” I replied, my voice steadier than I

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