Seventh Seduction

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment. You don’t even know what you want, I seethed silently. You saw me on the road this late, offered a ride, and drove straight to a hotel suite? Are you mad? I could’ve spat that out if he were my age-mate, but he looked old enough to know better. Heartbroken or not, a sliver of the good-girl upbringing still clung to me. It wouldn’t last till morning, though. I shook my head and forced a pitiful smile. “You and I both know you want to strip me bare, throw me on this bed, and make me cry for the second time today,” I muttered, keeping my face compos

NO MARRIAGE AFTER ALL Like seriously, I can't believe I just lost my appetite. The hunger was still gnawing at me, but the desire for food? Completely gone. Was this boy for real, or just another trick to get me talking on the phone? What kind of game is Kova playing? I muttered to myself. My phone rang again—a strange number. My whole body tensed, caught in a whirlwind of anger, hurt, and something I didn't want to name. “Hey!” I answered. A familiar voice cut through. “It’s Kova Mark. Been calling you for ages, and you’ve refused to pick up. What’s up?” He sounded exasperated, like I'd been the one ghosting him. I called a thousand times and he didn't take my calls until his acclaimed wedding was done. That flutter hit my chest again. Part of me wanted to drop the call, but I brushed it off. “You should be with your new wife right now—maybe on the first or second round,” I said, voice cold, hiding the crack underneath. “I sent you texts, dear. It was a joke. No wedding, not

FUCK ME, BRUCHA. Mr. Brucha paused for a heartbeat, then rose and stepped closer. His fingers worked the buttons of my top one by one. Each graze of his knuckles against my bare skin sent desires coiling through me, stirring something wild and impatient in my body. He kept going until the fabric parted completely. My smooth, exposed back faced the man who showed no obvious zeal for what was coming. Yet I knew—he had to like what he saw. Without turning, I reached back and unzipped my skirt, letting it slide down my legs to pool at my ankles. The new lace panties I’d bought this month—barely there, sinful—were all that remained. I stepped out of the skirt and walked toward the bathroom, hips swaying with deliberate, feline grace across the cool mirrored tiles. Every curve was on display for him. I pulled the bathroom door almost shut, knowing the bright suite light would silhouette me through the glass. Then I stripped off the last scrap of fabric and turned on the shower. Warm wat

RESISTING MY EX-BOYFRIEND The doorbell rang just as I was about to slip out. I really wasn’t in the mood to face Kova right now. I’d already survived every exam thrown at me; I didn’t need another round of his endless questions. And Kova? He never missed an opportunity. I tossed a few essentials into my handbag—no real plan, just the urgent need to escape my desperate ex. Yes, he is now an ex. In my head, I’d already moved on. No new guy yet, and honestly, I wasn’t looking. Boyfriends are a scam. Better to stack cash, let wealthy men spoil you for a minute, then walk away free—with no one blowing up your phone when you want peace. How had Kova gotten here so fast? Had he been lurking nearby before he even called? I opened the door, bracing myself—and froze. Two massive figures filled the frame. My dad hadn’t mentioned coming back today. “Surprise…” Dad grinned, all smug satisfaction. It was more than a surprise. What really threw me was the man standing behind him. Damn. ‘Cute’

FISHY THINGS IN KALVIN’S ROOM I didn't go clean Kalvin's room right away like Dad told me to. I wanted to make sure he actually meant it and wasn't just pulling another one of their over-the-top jokes. I was scrolling on my phone, half-expecting Dad to barge in any second about Mr. Kalvin's room, when I drifted off to sleep. Someone called my full name. It wasn't Dad's voice, and it definitely wasn't Kalvin's. I was too deep in sleep to care. The voice faded, so I let myself sink back into dreaming. Then a soft tap on my back. “You should've finished fixing my friend's room by now. I wouldn't have to wake you.” Dad's voice was right in my ear, so close his lips practically brushed it. “Oh…” I mumbled, still half-asleep. “Why can't I just do it in the morning, Dad?” “You do it in the morning while Kalvin sleeps outside?” He gave me that look — not angry, but the kind that said don't test me. “When you're done, come back and sleep. I'm exhausted. Heading to my room.” And just li