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Chapter 7: The Invitation
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Sweet Temptations: My lover, My Ex's Father Chapter 19: The Dark holds secrets
~Victor’s POV~ The photos trembled in my hand.Not because my grip was weak....hell, my grip was iron....but because something about what I was seeing was so fundamentally wrong, it unsettled me to my core. The images felt like a physical assault, a jarring contradiction to the fiery, proud woman I'd met just days ago.Clarissa.Her face was there, no mistaking it. Her long lashes pressed against flushed cheeks, the familiar dip of her collarbone, the unmistakable fullness of her lips parted in that vulnerable way. But the rest? The blurred faces of two men, the awkward angles, the clothes that screamed “evidence” instead of truth.My jaw clenched, muscles pulling tight until it hurt.I raised my eyes, sharp and unrelenting, locking onto Sanchez.“Answer me, Sanchez. What the hell is this?” My voice thundered, low but powerful, carrying the kind of authority that could fill boardrooms and courtrooms alike. I lifted my hand, the stack of glossy filth trembling under the lights.Sanche
Sweet Temptations: My lover, My Ex's Father Chapter 18: Sins of the son, visited upon the father
~Victor’s POV~ The last eight days had been a blur, a chaotic mess of half-formed thoughts and unresolved tension. It was Sunday, a day that was supposed to be a sanctuary from the relentless demands of my company, but my mind was a battlefield, and the enemy was a woman with fiery eyes and a stubborn streak that matched my own. Clarissa Jones. Her name alone was enough to send a jolt through me, a mixture of frustration and a fascination I hadn't felt in years. I was in my home office, the scent of expensive leather and old books hanging in the air. A half empty glass of whiskey sat on my desk, the ice long since melted. I’d spent the better part of the week on edge, my phone a constant presence in my hand, a silent hope that she would finally call. My finger had hovered over her contact more times than I could count, but my pride, my damned, stubborn pride, wouldn't let me make the first move. I scoffed, leaning back in my chair. What the hell was wrong with me? I was a man
Sweet Temptations: My lover, My Ex's Father Chapter 17: Time to stop running
~Clarissa’s POV~ The sound of two men arguing outside my window jolted me from a dreamless sleep. “Watch where you’re going, moron!” one of them yelled, his voice a guttural roar that sliced through the pre-dawn stillness. The city was already alive, a chaotic symphony of sound and motion. I heard the distant wail of an NYPD siren, the honking of a cab driver as he cut off a pedestrian, the rattling of trash cans in the alley below, likely a stray cat or a desperate raccoon rummaging for scraps. The scent of freshly baked bread and pastries wafted up from a nearby bakery, mingling with the exhaust fumes and the damp, earthy smell of the morning. New York at its finest, “Tell me you’re in New York without telling me you’re in New York City,” I thought, a small, sleepy smile playing on my lips. The noise, though irritating, is oddly comforting. It’s a reminder that, despite everything, life keeps moving here. The city never stops, never slows down. But despite the city’s vibran
Sweet Temptations: My lover, My Ex's Father Chapter 16: I hate that my body remembers you
~Clarissa’s POV~ The scent of him lingered on my body, a heady mix of cologne and whiskey that clung to me like a second skin. My world, which just moments ago was a whirlwind of sensation and raw desire, came to a sudden halt as Victor’s grip on me loosened, I stumbled back a step, my legs a little too wobbly to hold my weight. It was a strange mix of emotions, a chaotic storm of pleasure, humiliation, and a twisted sense of accomplishment. My mind was still reeling from the events that had just unfolded. The office, the desk, the words he had made me say....it was all a blur of raw, unadulterated desire. I watched, still breathless and shaky, as he casually pulled on his boxers and dress pants, the simple movements of his body a cruel reminder of how easily he could switch off the heat that still raged through my veins. He didn’t even glance my way as he walked back to the sleek leather couch he had been sitting on just before our world imploded. He slumped back into the cushions
Sweet Temptations: My lover, My Ex's Father Chapter 15: C*m for me, Clarissa
~Clarissa’s POV~ My heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs, each beat a drum of pure, unadulterated desire. His hands, those long, elegant fingers that had so recently brought me to my knees, now worked their magic on my body, tracing a path of fire from my legs to my ass, massaging me with a gentle possessiveness that made my skin tingle. It was a blissful torment, and I could feel my core already aching, a throbbing pulse between my thighs that begged for more. My mind, which had been so focused on revenge, was now completely consumed by him...by the man who was supposed to be my future father in law, yet who was making me feel things I never knew I was capable of. The whole thing was insane. Fucked up. And yet…there was a twisted ecstasy to it all. I pressed my legs together, a desperate attempt to contain the surge of arousal, to hide the undeniable evidence of my body's betrayal. It was too late. He had seen it all. The collar, the kneeling, the confession of a
Sweet Temptations: My lover, My Ex's Father Chapter 14: The Devil's Playground
~Clarissa's POV~ My knees pressed against the cool marble floor, the chill a sharp contrast to the fire spreading through my veins. My gaze had fallen, unable to hold the intensity of his storm grey eyes, but I could still feel them on me. It was a tangible weight, a possessive stare that made my skin prickle with both dread and a twisted sense of pride. He wasn't just looking at me; he was drinking me in, like being a specimen under a microscope, a prize newly acquired and meticulously studied. A beat of silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken thoughts and raw tension. His voice broke the silence, low and dangerous.“Look at me, Clarissa.”The command wasn’t harsh, but there was something about it that made my chest tighten, a magnetic pull I couldn’t escape. I hesitated for a moment, before slowly lifting my gaze. His eyes locked with mine....dark, unreadable, yet there was a flicker in them that spoke volumes, as if he was waiting for me to crumble beneath the weight o
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