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Chapter 3
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2026-11-03 05:34:02
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One Night With My Ex's Father Chapter 3
Maya took a two days break, She told herself she wouldn’t go back. She revised the ending of the story the way he asked—ugly, unfinished, no soft exit—and submitted it online like a normal student. She sat through the next seminar without looking at his hands. She even answered a question without her voice shaking. It didn’t matter. Thursday evening the building was nearly empty when she walked the third-floor corridor again. Most office doors were dark. His was open a few inches, light spilling across the floor. She didn’t knock this time. Gabriel Hart looked up from his desk. For a second he simply stared at her, as if deciding whether to pretend he hadn’t seen her. Then he set his pen down with careful precision. “Office hours ended twenty minutes ago.” “I know.” She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The soft click of the latch sounded too loud. He didn’t tell her to open it again. Maya crossed the room slowly. The revised pages were already in her
One Night With My Ex's Father Chapter 2
Maya barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes she felt the phantom stretch of her own fingers and heard his voice saying *if it’s ugly, let it be ugly*. By morning her sheets were twisted and her cunt still felt swollen and neglected. She told herself she was going to office hours for feedback on the new story. She almost believed it. His office was at the end of a quiet corridor on the third floor. The door was half-open. She knocked once. “Come in.” Gabriel Hart sat behind a heavy wooden desk, sleeves rolled again, dark-framed glasses on this time. A stack of manuscripts sat to his left. He looked up, and for a fraction of a second something unreadable moved through his expression before it smoothed into polite neutrality. “Miss Reyes. I wasn’t expecting you.” “You said office hours were open.” Her voice came out steadier than she felt. “I wanted to talk about the new piece.” He gestured to the chair across from him. “Sit.” She sat. The chair was too close to t
One Night With My Ex's Father BOOK TEN : FILTHY FOR MY PROFESSOR
The lecture hall smelled like old paper and cold coffee. Maya Reyes sat in the third row, legs crossed tight, notebook open but barely touched. She wasn’t listening to the words so much as the voice that delivered them. Professor Gabriel Hart stood at the front of the room in a charcoal shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. Dark hair slightly messy, as if he’d run his hands through it too many times. He moved like a man who never rushed and never needed to. When he read a passage aloud, his voice dropped lower, rougher at the edges, and something in Maya’s stomach pulled tight every single time. She had been in his advanced seminar for three weeks. Three weeks of watching his hands gesture while he spoke. Three weeks of noticing the way his throat moved when he swallowed. Three weeks of leaving class wet and restless and furious with herself. Today was worse. He paused mid-sentence and looked up, scanning the room. His gaze landed on her for half a second longer than it
One Night With My Ex's Father Chapter 15
The confrontation with Rory’s parents was every bit as explosive and heart-wrenching as they had feared it would be. Dominic insisted on being the one to break the news, arranging a private conversation with her father during a carefully planned family dinner at the family home. The truth came pouring out in a rush of honest, raw words—the instant, overwhelming attraction the moment Rory walked into his office, the slow-burn tension that built despite every rule and moral boundary, the genuine love that had grown between them despite the age gap, the forbidden nature of their relationship, and the external threats they had faced together while protecting each other. Her father’s reaction was visceral and immediate. Shock turned to anger, then to a deep, painful sense of betrayal. “You were like a son to me,” he said, voice breaking as he looked at Dominic. “I trusted you with my daughter’s future, and this is what you do?” Rory stepped forward, fierce and unapologetic despite the t
One Night With My Ex's Father Chapter 14
The separation had been pure hell for both of them—a test that pushed their love to the breaking point and beyond. Rory moved through her days at Voss Publishing like a shadow of herself. She smiled politely in meetings, delivered solid work on her manuscripts, and avoided the knowing glances from colleagues who sensed something was different. But inside, she was unraveling. Every familiar corner of the office triggered memories that hit like physical blows—the conference room where his foot had teased her under the table, the elevator where he’d pinned her against the wall and whispered exactly what he wanted to do to her, her own desk where late-night messages from him had left her squirming and desperate. Nights were the worst. She would lie in her small apartment bed, body aching with unmet need, fingers slipping between her thighs as she replayed every intimate moment in vivid detail. The way Dominic’s experienced mouth had devoured her, tongue and fingers working in perfect har
One Night With My Ex's Father Chapter 13
The decision to face the threat head-on brought a temporary peace, but peace was a luxury they couldn’t afford for long. The very next week, the anonymous sender struck again—this time with a more direct warning. Another email to Dominic, this one including a screenshot of a draft message ready to be sent to Rory’s father with the incriminating photos attached. The demand was clear: *End it completely or I hit send. No contact. One week.* Dominic’s protective instincts went into overdrive. “We have to create distance,” he told Rory in a hushed, urgent conversation in his locked office. “Just for a little while. Until I can trace this bastard and neutralize the threat. I can’t risk your family, your career, everything you’ve worked for.” Rory’s heart shattered at the words, but she saw the logic through her tears. “I hate this,” she whispered, clinging to him. “But I trust you. Just… don’t take too long. I don’t know how to breathe without you anymore.” The separation was agony. Fo
One Night With My Ex's Father The Truth That Burned
The phone kept buzzing on the nightstand,Marcus reached for the hotel phone, his jaw set hard, fingers already moving toward the buttons for security.Lila caught his wrist. Her skin still carried the warmth from where he had held her. The sting in her palm from earlier thoughts of revenge mixed w
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Lila’s chair scraped backward so hard it nearly tipped. The robe slipped off one shoulder, cool silk dragging over her heated skin as she lunged for the door. Her pulse hammered in her ears, louder than the rain still hammering the glass. Tyler’s father. She had let Tyler’s father stretch her open
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Lila woke up slowly, sunlight pouring across the huge bed like it owned the place. Her body ached in the best way possible. Every muscle reminded her of last night, the way Marcus had pinned her down, the way he had moved inside her until she could not think straight. She shifted under the sheets a
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Lila checked her phone one last time as the elevator climbed to the tenth floor. It was just past seven, and she had picked up Tyler's favorite Thai food from the place on 53rd Street. Extra spicy pad see ew, the way he liked it. She smiled to herself, thinking how nice it would be to surprise him
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