All Chapters of His For A Night: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MayaThe familiar frown I had grown used to spread all over his face. I thought he was the only one until Damian appeared from behind him wearing a smug smile he was so good at, like he'd just won a battle I didn't even know we were fighting.I didn't say anything. I couldn't. My voice had curled up and died somewhere in my throat.They didn't wait for me to move. They both stepped inside like this was their house. Like they had every right.I closed the door slowly, hands trembling as I turned around to face the unavoidable storm. My father's presence was enough to make the air feel heavier, but it was Damian's smirk that made my stomach turn. There was no doubt he was the one who'd blown up my cover.And then... Roman stepped out of the kitchen.He froze when he saw them. All three of us did. Silence hung between us for a beat too long before my father's voice cut through it like a blade."So you're the one hiding my daughter."His words weren't loud, but they were sharp accusatory.

MayaThe first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the ceiling. It wasn't mine. Not the hotel's. Not Roman's. Just... unfamiliar.I sat up slowly, a dull ache pulsing at the back of my head like a warning bell. My limbs weren't tied, my clothes were intact, and I was lying on a soft couch in what looked like a tastefully furnished living room. Pale grey walls. Framed art. A glass coffee table in front of me. Too calm for someone who had just been... what? Taken?I blinked, disoriented, my fingers curling into the throw blanket tossed over my lap. My mouth was dry, my heart pacing like it knew something I didn't.Before I could gather the courage to stand, I heard footsteps.Then the door opened, and a man stepped inside. He wasn't someone I recognized.Tall, sharply dressed in a black button-down and slacks. Neatly combed hair. Watch glinting on his wrist. Everything about him screamed wealth and control—except the way his eyes lingered on me. There was something predatory in th

MayaI sat curled up on the edge of the couch in the unfamiliar living room, my arms wrapped around myself. The silence had become suffocating. It was too neat here, too clean. Like the kind of house you don't live in—just keep ready to make a good impression.I hadn't seen Mateo since he left after dropping the bomb. Until now when the door creaked open, and I looked up.Mateo stepped inside I didn't say a word. He came to a stop in front of me, his hands in the pockets of his trousers, then looked down like he was studying me."Comfortable?" he asked.I scoffed, turning my face away."I figured you'd try to act tough," he muttered. "Roman always liked girls like that. Pretty little fighters."My head snapped back toward him. "Don't talk about me like you know me. Just tell me why the hell I'm here."He looked at me for a moment, then gave a lazy shrug. "You're here because Roman needs to be taught a lesson. And you're the perfect way to get to him.""Then this is about me." I scoff

RomanIt had been a month since she left. And somehow, everything still felt like it was caving in.The house was colder now. Bigger, somehow—like her absence echoed through every room. I'd catch myself turning my head when the wind brushed against the curtains, thinking it was her. Expecting to hear her soft voice call out my name, angry or teasing or tired.But there was only silence.And the silence was the loudest f*cking thing I'd ever heard.I'd gone over it a thousand times. Her face when she told me she hated me. The way her voice shook when she said she wished she never met me. The way she looked right through me like I was nothing.And worst of all—I didn't fight it.I just stood there. Frozen.Because the pain in her eyes had gutted me. And no amount of explaining would've made her believe I hadn't betrayed her.Mateo made damn sure of that. I had no proof. No way to show her the recording was fake. No way to erase what she thought she heard.And now? Now she was gone. And

MayaFor a second... maybe two... I just stood there, lost in the dark storm of his eyes.All I saw was him. The man I hated. Or maybe I thought I did. The man I wanted. The man who shattered my world... and somehow still made my heart stutter just by looking at me.I yanked my arm free and shoved at his chest. Hard."What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed. "Are you following me now? Trying to ruin the rest of my life too?"His expression didn't do as much as changed. If anything, he looked... calmer than I expected. Like he'd prepared himself for this exact version of me."I needed to see you," he said.I scoffed, stepping back from him. "You don't get to need anything from me Roman."He didn't move. His eyes stayed locked on mine like he was trying to figure out where I'd gone—all the softness, the trust, the girl who once let him in."She's gone," I said before he could speak again. "Whatever part of me you think still cares... you killed her.""I didn't come here to fight wi