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Chapter 9 — Your World.
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2026-05-23 08:18:21
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One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 12 — Trust Me.
-POV Derby Noah closed the meeting room door behind him. The room somehow felt smaller after Jordan left. “Derby…” Noah’s voice was careful, worried. “What the hell was that?” I smoothed my skirt with shaking hands, trying to steady my breathing before Noah noticed how badly my hands were shaking. “Nothing,” I lied. “Just work stuff.” Noah wasn’t stupid. He stepped closer, eyes searching my face. “That didn’t look like work. He had you pinned against the wall. His hand was under your skirt.” Heat flooded my cheeks. The memory hit hard —The memory hit hard anyway, hot and humiliating all at once. I looked away. “It’s complicated.” “Complicated?” Noah’s voice rose slightly. “He’s engaged, Derby,” Noah said quietly. “This ends badly for you.”And you’re letting him touch you like that in the middle of the office?” The words stung because they were true. I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly cold. “I know,” I whispered. “I know how bad this looks. I know I shou
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 11 — What You’re Not Saying.
-POV Derby I didn’t go to his place that night. I went home, locked the door, and sat on the floor with my back against it, knees pulled to my chest. My body still hadn’t settled after him. I could feel him everywhere, under my skin, between my thighs, in the way my breathing kept catching for no reason. I hated how easily I’d given in again. How one look from him, one rough whisper, and I was bent over his desk letting him finger me until I was shaking. Worse — I hated how much I wanted to go to him tonight. The text came at 9:12 PM. Jordan: You’re not coming. Jordan: You always disappear after I touch you.Jordan: Tell me you’re not in bed thinking about me right now. I stared at the screen until it blurred. I locked my phone and tossed it beside me like that would help. It didn’t.A minute later my thighs were already pressing together, my hand slipping down before I could talk myself out of it. I came fast and hard, biting my lip so I wouldn’t moan his name out
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 10 — She Was Here.
-POV Derby I didn’t go home after leaving his office. I walked. For almost two hours I wandered the city streets, cold night air biting my skin, trying to scrub the feeling of Jordan’s hands off my body. It didn’t work. Every step reminded me — the ache between my legs, the faint marks on my hips where he’d gripped me, the way my pussy still fluttered remembering how deep he’d been. By the time I reached my apartment, I was exhausted and no closer to forgetting him. I took a long shower, letting the hot water burn away the evidence. But when I closed my eyes, all I saw was Jordan bending me over his desk, voice rough as he told me my pussy was made for him. I hated how much I wanted it to be true. Sleep didn’t come easy. The next morning I dragged myself to work, determined to bury everything under spreadsheets and deadlines. I kept my head down, avoided the tenth floor, avoided every corridor that might lead to him. It lasted until 11:43 AM. A new email appeared
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 9 — Your World.
-POV Derby I didn’t leave right away. I should have. But after Jordan came on my skin, after he cleaned me up with a warm cloth from his private bathroom like it was the most natural thing in the world, I stood there in his office with my dress still wrinkled and my legs still shaky, trying to remember why this was a terrible idea. He watched me from across the desk, shirt half-buttoned, hair messy from my fingers. His eyes were dark, satisfied, but not soft. “You’re shaking,” he said quietly. I said, “I’m fine.” “You’re not.” He stepped closer, thumb brushing my lower lip. “You’re already thinking about running.” I was. Because the second the pleasure faded, reality crashed back in — Tamara’s hand on his arm, the word wedding, the way he hadn’t corrected her. I was the secret. The mistake. The girl he bent over his desk while his fiancée waited somewhere in the same building. My chest tightened. “This can’t happen again,” I whispered. Jordan’s jaw flexed. “I
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 8 — The Woman Beside Him.
-POV Derby I didn’t go to his place on Thursday night. I told myself it was dignity. Smarts. Self-preservation. But the truth was uglier: I was terrified of how badly I still wanted him. All weekend my body betrayed me. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him — thick, deep, stretching me open while he pinned my wrists and watched my face like he owned every moan I made. I touched myself twice in the shower, biting my lip so hard it bled, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. By Monday I was wrecked. Then the email came. Private Strategy Discussion – 8 PM – My office (private entrance) I stared at it for ten seconds. Then I typed: I’ll be there. I hated myself the second I hit send. At 7:55 PM I stepped into his office. Jordan was waiting — jacket gone, sleeves rolled up, eyes already dark the moment the door clicked shut behind me. No greeting. He crossed the room in three strides, spun me around, and bent me over his massive desk. My palms slapped the co
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 7 — Her Name.
-POV Derby The elevator doors slid open. My heart stopped. Tamara Hayden stepped out — cream silk dress hugging her figure, perfect posture, the kind of beauty that made the whole room feel colder. She smiled when she saw us, polite and polished and sharp enough to cut glass. “Jordan,” she said smoothly, voice like honey over steel. “I thought we were having dinner tonight.” Jordan didn’t flinch. His hand was still hovering near my waist, close enough that I could feel the heat. He straightened slowly, turning toward her with that same calm control he’d used when he was buried deep inside me. “Change of plans,” he answered, voice even. “Business ran late.” Tamara’s gaze slid to me. She took me in from head to toe — flushed cheeks, dress clinging to my curves, the way I was standing too close to her fiancé. Her smile never wavered, but her eyes turned icy. “Assistant staff, right?” she asked, sweet but poisonous. “Derby… Odellia?” She knew my name. Of course she
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