All Chapters of A DEAL OF SIN: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Didn’t think I’d make you speechless,” He teased, catching my gaze and flashing a lazy grin. I quickly turned my attention back to the stove, my face burning. “I wasn’t staring,” I muttered, trying to ignore the heat flooding my cheeks. “You sure?” he asked, taking a few steps closer. His teasing tone didn’t help my nerves, and I found myself focusing on the sizzling eggs more than I had ever focused on anything before. “I just... just didn’t expect…” I stammered, still trying to act like I hadn’t just been caught completely off guard. He raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I didn’t think you’d be making breakfast either. You didn’t have to. I was going to do it.” I shook my head, forcing myself to concentrate on stirring the eggs. “Last night you made dinner for both of us. I think I owe you one,” I said, my voice firm but gentle. His smile softened, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “You really don’t have to. But I’m not complaining,” he added with a

Sarang’s POV The next morning, I was getting ready for campus, trying to focus on the routine tasks of my day. I thought if I kept moving, I wouldn’t have time to think about Zayren... about the way he’d turned my world upside down. But as soon as I stepped out of my apartment, there he was. Zayren, walking out of his own door with an air of effortless confidence. He was dressed in a casual yet striking outfit, black sunglasses perched on his nose. For a second, I froze, unsure of what to say or do. Did I pretend I didn’t see him? Did I acknowledge him? Before I could decide, he glanced in my direction. And then, as if we were strangers, he smiled politely and greeted me. “Good morning, Miss.” he said, his voice smooth and casual. “I’m your new neighbor.” I blinked, completely thrown off. His tone was friendly but detached, as if yesterday’s events had never happened. “Uh…” I stammered, unsure of how to respond. “Good morning.” He tipped his sunglasses down slightly, his eye

Sarang's POV The following Wednesday, I walked into the coffee shop after class, my nerves on edge. Zayren was already there, leaning casually against the counter, his confident posture drawing the attention of everyone in the room. The manager, Mrs. Choi, looked up from her clipboard, clearly intrigued. “You’re here for the job?” she asked, her tone skeptical as she took in his expensive-looking outfit and air of self-assurance. “Yes,” Zayren replied smoothly, his voice polite but firm. “I’m very interested in working here.” Mrs. Choi raised an eyebrow. “Do you have any experience?” Zayren hesitated for half a second, then smiled. “No, but I’m a fast learner.” I winced, knowing this was going to be an uphill battle. Mrs. Choi didn’t seem impressed. “This isn’t the kind of job you can just pick up without effort, young man. It takes patience and hard work. Have you ever cleaned a table or operated a coffee machine?” Zayren tilted his head slightly, his confident demeanor unwave

Sarang's Pov “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his voice low as he traced a finger along my arm. I glanced up at him, my walls finally crumbling. “I think I do,” I admitted softly. His grin widened, and he pulled me closer, his warmth enveloping me as the storm raged on outside. “I’m tired,” I admitted softly, my voice barely above a whisper. Zayren’s hand stilled where it had been tracing patterns on my arm. “Then rest,” he said gently, shifting to make me more comfortable. “I’ll stay right here.” I hesitated for a moment before lying down, and to my surprise, he adjusted his position to lie beside me, wrapping an arm securely around my waist.“You’re okay with this?” he asked, his voice laced with both concern and hope. I nodded, resting my head against his chest. “Just don’t let go,” I murmured. He tightened his hold, his chin brushing the top of my head. “Never,” he promised, his voice a soft vow. For the first time, I felt truly at peace, his stead

Zayren’s POV Sarang shifted slightly, her head resting comfortably against my shoulder. The warmth of her presence made everything else fade away. “You’re really comfortable, you know,” she said softly, her voice tinged with amusement. “Good,” I murmured, my fingers gently running through her hair. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence was easy, filled with the quiet rhythm of our breaths. She toyed with a loose thread on her sweater, her fingers brushing against mine. “You know,” she began, hesitating as if searching for the right words, “I didn’t think I’d ever feel this... safe with someone.” Her confession made my chest tighten. I tilted my head to look at her, her expression soft but distant. "You don’t have to worry anymore," I said quietly. "I’ll make sure you never feel alone again." Her gaze met mine, and for a moment, something unspoken passed between us. Slowly, she reached up and placed her hand over mine, her touch light but deliberate. “I believe you,”