Oops…I Slept With My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Elle POV The second I stepped onto the porch, I saw my mom waiting at the door, her arms crossed, her face stormy. Typical your-daughter-just-made-headlines-for-all-the-wrong-reasons rage radiated off her. To make matters worse, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the lace curtains of the living room next door twitch violently. Mrs. Brown, our notoriously nosy neighbor, was undoubtedly pressing her face against the glass, trying to get a front-row seat to the scandal. Great. Exactly what I needed. “Mom, please, I can explain—” “Don’t you dare even start,” she snapped. She stepped aside. “Inside the house. Now.” I let out a heavy, defeated sigh, trudging past her into the small, familiar living room. The faint hum of the heater filled the awkward silence as I shrugged off my coat. The smell of cinnamon from the candles she always burned when stressed clung to the air. Judging by the half-melted wax pooling in the ceramic holders, she’d been at it for hours. She shut the door and

Elle POV I smoothed my hands down the sleek, liquid fabric of the dress, frowning at my reflection in the massive mirror of the private boutique. I honestly felt like I was walking onto the set of The Real Housewives of Manhattan instead of a… what was it he had called it again? A press conference? The dress was a deep, striking emerald green. The fabric draped over my body like a second skin, hugging the plush flare of my hips and the heavy curve of my breasts. Thin, delicate straps crisscrossed over my bare, exposed shoulders, and the lethal slit running up the left side? That thing went all the way up to my upper thigh. It could genuinely kill a man. It was the very first dress I’d half-heartedly pulled from the racks when Adrian marched me into the high-end luxury boutique, but I hadn’t actually planned on getting it. I knew it wasn’t anywhere near my price range—or my comfort zone. For years, believed my fuller, voluptuous figure was something to be camouflaged rather than cel

Adrian POV She slumped back against the passenger seat of my sports car, letting out a soft, defeated groan that shifted the dress over her chest. “Okay, fine, yes. I'm starving,” Elle admitted, rolling her eyes out the window. “But I’m not about to let you take me to some pretentious upper-east-side bistro to eat an overpriced, tiny portion of foam so don’t even think about it.” I kept my eyes on the road, but a faint, involuntary smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. There was something entirely unhinged about the unfiltered way she spoke her mind without a shred of hesitation. She was entirely transparent. Even when she was mortified, she owned it. “Fine,” I said. “Name your poison. What do you want?” “Pizza,” she blurted out suddenly. I flicked a glance toward her, genuinely caught off guard. “Pizza?” “Yes, pizza,” she said, sitting up straighter in the leather seat, her amber eyes flashing as if she were daring me to argue with her. “Specifically from Alessandro’s over

Elle POVI should’ve known Adrian Blackwell didn’t do anything halfway.The reception wasn’t just smooth—it was flawless, like something out of a movie. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft golden glow across the ballroom, catching the glint of diamonds on every wrist and neckline. Waiters floated around with silver trays, offering champagne that probably cost more than my whole life savings. I sipped cautiously from my glass, sticking close to Adrian as a steady stream of people came up to congratulate him“Adrian, you sly devil,” one man said, clapping him on the back with a laugh. “When I heard you’d finally tied the knot, I didn’t believe it. Thought you were allergic to commitment.”Adrian smirked, his hand resting lightly on my back. “There’s a first time for everything, Richard.”Richard’s gaze slid to me, his smile widening. “And you must be Elle. My wife told me you were stunning, but I wasn’t prepared for this.”“Thank you,” I said, my smile polite but tight. Compliments like tha

Elle"Take me to Maple Street," I said, staring out the window with my arms crossed and foot tapping against the car floor. "Building 23."He didn’t even glance at me before speaking. "Why?"I blinked. “What do you mean why?”“Why am I taking you there?”I looked at him like he was stupid. "Because that's where I live?" He kept his eyes on the road, one hand resting on the wheel, the other drumming against his thigh. The way his jaw ticked told me he was already losing patience."You're not going back there.""Excuse me?""We need to maintain appearances. You'll be moving in with me."A laugh bubbled up from my chest, starting small and growing until tears leaked from my eyes. When I finally caught my breath, I wiped my cheeks and fixed him with a steady look. "No. I’m not following you home.”His jaw tightened. "Elle—"“No.” I shook my head, exhaling sharply. “Actually, I’m beginning to rethink this whole thing. This was a mistake.”The car screeched to a stop in the middle of the r