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To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter seventy eight.
Chloe's POV.I was finally home.The moment I shut the door behind me, I leaned against it with a deep, exhausted sigh. My body was here… but my mind? God, my mind was still back at Hayes’ family house... still back in that guest room with him. With Hardin.I kicked off my shoes and rubbed my temples like that would somehow force his image out of my head. The sinful smirk, the way his hazel eyes darkened when they locked on mine, the way his deep voice curled around my name like it had every right to know me intimately.I hadn’t even gotten his scent out of my system.God, Chloe. What is wrong with you?Hayes had kissed me goodbye earlier, hugged me like I was his whole world. And I’d smiled up at him like a damn liar, my head full of images I had no business entertaining. Images of his uncle.I groaned as I slipped out of my jeans and threw on my favorite oversized tee. I didn’t bother with pants... just underwear and the shirt, hoping that a long hot shower had done enough to cleans
Last Updated : 2025-04-13To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter seventy nine.
Chloe's POV.I couldn’t breathe in my own apartment.Everything felt heavy.The air, my body, my thoughts. Especially my thoughts.The moment I opened my eyes this morning, I was still trembling from the dream. Last night.I didn’t dare describe it to anyone. God, I could barely admit it to myself. But it felt so real. The way his mouth moved on mine. The way his hands. I let out a groan, yanking my pillow over my face.“This is not happening,” I muttered into the fabric. “This is not me.”But it was. And it had been building for days. Since the moment I stepped into the wrong room and found Hardin standing there with nothing but a towel and that look in his eyes.I hadn’t seen Hayes since I left his house. I kept sending him quick excuses"Work's crazy", "Headache", "Need rest". I couldn’t face him. Not with the way my skin still remembered the way his uncle had looked at me like I was made of temptation and sin.I didn’t trust myself.And I definitely didn’t trust Hardin.Which is
Last Updated : 2025-04-13To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter eighty.
Chloe's POV.I didn’t remember walking home.My feet moved, but my mind was stuck.. right there on the street, Hardin's voice still echoed in my ears like the chorus of a dangerous song I couldn’t stop humming.His words haunted me.“You and I both know… I already live in your head.”He was right. God help me, he was so right.The second my front door clicked shut behind me, I slumped against it, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon. Maybe I had... emotionally, anyway.I kicked off my sneakers and wandered into my apartment like a ghost, switching on the hallway lamp more for comfort than light. I needed grounding. Something normal. Something that reminded me who I was before Hardin stepped into the picture.I curled up on the couch, knees tucked to my chest, and stared blankly at the muted TV.I hadn’t texted Hayes all day.Again.The guilt tangled in my stomach like a knot I couldn’t untie. He didn’t deserve this. He was sweet. Kind. The kind of guy who brought flow
Last Updated : 2025-04-14To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter eighty One.
Chloe's POV.A deep sigh escaped my lips as I walked out of the company building, exhausted and tired. It had been one of those endless days at work where the hours dragged and everything I touched seemed too heavy to lift. I just wanted to get home, curl into bed, and pretend like the weight on my chest didn’t exist.I stood at the edge of the curb, my eyes squinting against the setting sun, and my hand raised slightly to flag down a cab. Traffic inched along lazily, horns honking in the distance. I was mid sigh, debating whether to start walking toward the next block, when a familiar black Mercedes slowed in front of me.At first, I thought it was Hardin.My heart stalled. That luxurious car, that same sleek body… I braced myself, gripping the strap of my bag tighter, heat crawling up my neck like a flame threatening to burn through my resolve.But the driver’s window rolled down, and my stomach settled, only slightly.It wasn’t Hardin. It was Hayes.My boyfriend.He smiled at me..
Last Updated : 2025-04-15To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter eighty two.
Chloe's POV. There was something particularly cruel about waking up on your birthday only to feel more alone than ever. I’d always romanticized birthdays as a kid... cake in the morning, too many messages to count, laughter that made my cheeks hurt. But reality wasn’t so kind.The sun was already up and shining by the time I peeled myself off the sheets. I hadn’t showered. I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t even replied to the handful of birthday texts that felt more like reminders of who wasn’t reaching out.No call from Hayes. No video message. No surprise flowers.Nothing.He was on a business trip, yes, and he’d texted me a short “Happy birthday, babe" at exactly 12:01 AM. But that was it. No warmth. No depth. No real effort.And maybe that was what stung the most.I was twenty four today. I thought I’d feel more… alive. But the only thing I felt was heavy. Like something inside me had been quietly deflating since morning.Lying on my side, I stared at the wall across my bedroom, watching
Last Updated : 2025-04-16To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter eighty three.
Chloe's POV.The warmth of Hardin’s palm on the small of my back sent a confusing jolt through me.. half thrill, half dread. It was my birthday. A day I thought I’d be spending alone, sulking beneath the weight of guilt and temptation. But there I was, stepping out into the night, led by the one man I shouldn’t even be entertaining thoughts about.Hardin.He looked sinfully handsome under the streetlight, dressed in a dew button up shirt that hugged his sculpted chest just enough to make me dizzy. His jaw was clean shaven, and his eyes… God, those eyes had the audacity to smolder.“Careful,” he said, as he helped me down the steps of my apartment. “Don’t trip. Though I wouldn’t mind catching you if you fall… or pinning you down, for that matter.”I rolled my eyes, trying to mask the way his words pooled heat between my thighs. “You’re incorrigible.”“And yet… you’re still here,” he whispered near my ear, his breath hot, fragrant with that minty cologne that made me want to melt into h
Last Updated : 2025-04-17To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter eighty four.
Chloe's POVI could feel my heart kicking hard against my chest as we pulled up in front of my apartment. I didn’t want the evening to end. I didn’t want to get out of the car. And I sure as hell didn’t want to go back to my quiet, lonely room and replay the entire date in my head like a lovesick fool.But there I was... seated quietly in Hardin’s car, the engine purring beneath us, matching the low hum of tension that had been rising between us all evening. He put off the engine, and for a moment, neither of us moved.His hand casually rested on the steering wheel, while his other arm draped over the leather. I could feel his gaze on me even though I kept my eyes forward.“I hope tonight made up for… you being alone earlier,” he said softly. His voice had a gravelly warmth to it that sent a ripple down my spine.I smiled, unable to stop the blush rising to my cheeks. “It did. You made my birthday... more special than I ever imagined.”“Good.” He leaned a little closer, the scent of h
Last Updated : 2025-04-18To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter eighty five.
Chloe's POV.It had been days since my birthday. Days since that stolen night filled with laughter, rich food, and butterflies I didn’t want to admit I felt.And I had done everything humanly possible to shut that door.I buried myself in work. Avoided answering messages from Hayes... guilt was a bitter anchor tied around my neck. And more than anything, I avoided any chance of bumping into Hardin. It wasn’t easy. Every time I passed a mirror, I saw that night in my eyes. Every quiet moment, I remembered the way he looked at me over dinner like I was more than just someone he flirted with. Like I was someone he felt. But tonight… tonight the universe decided it had enough of my games.I turned the corner to my street, sighing as the wind whipped my coat around my knees, I saw him... leaning casually against his car, arms crossed over his chest. Hardin.He didn’t move as I approached, just tilted his head and let those ocean deep eyes burn into mine.“Been avoiding me, angel,” he sai
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To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter hundred and ten.
Chloe's POV. The moment I stepped out of the elevator and into the wide, glass paneled lobby of Hayes’s firm, I felt like I was trespassing on a dangerous ground.I continued to feverishly put one feet after another, my footsteps thumping in sync with the unease curling in my stomach. I hadn't seen Hayes in days. Not since... the party. Not since the bathroom. Not since he found out. My heart clenched at the thought.The receptionist looked up with a warm smile that faltered the second she recognized me.“Um... Miss Chloe. I’m not sure if Mr. Hayes is available”“Please.” My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat quickly. “Just let him know I’m here. I won’t stay long. I promise.”She hesitated, clearly torn between professional courtesy and the pitiful look on my face. Eventually, she picked up the phone and dialed.A moment passed. Then two.Finally, she looked up at me with an apologetic glance. “He said… he’s busy.”“I’ll wait,” I said stubbornly and sat on the plush leather couc
