All Chapters of YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I barely slept. Margaret’s stare haunted me, her “first thing tomorrow” echoing in my head.I walked into the office, my stomach in knots. Margaret’s office door stared at me. I knocked, heart pounding.“Come in,” she called sharply.I stepped inside, forcing a smile. “Morning, Margaret.”“Sit, Sierra.” She didn’t look up from her laptop. “Close the door.”I did, sitting stiffly.“About yesterday, the elevator.” Her eyes flicked to me, cold. “You and Cole looked… disheveled.”“It was hot in there,” I said, too fast. “Stuffy. No air.”She raised an eyebrow. “Stuffy.”“Yeah. Thirty minutes stuck. It was rough.”She leaned back, arms crossed. “You’re new here, Sierra. I expect professionalism. No gossip, no distractions.”“I understand.”“Do you?” Her gaze pinned me. “I saw your blouse. Torn buttons. Cole’s tie was a mess.”My throat tightened. “It was an accident. My bag caught—”“Save it.” She tapped her pen. “Just thought to let you know that inappropriate conduct isn't encouraged her

"Did you plan this?" I turned, focusing my attention to Cole."Would you like it if I said I did?" He asked, forcing himself to not grin."I'm serious, Cole. What the hell?"He raised up his hands. "Okay! No I didn't plan this. And there's nothing we can do now."I scoffed, running my hands through my hair.Cole turned to me, calm. “Fine with you?”No, not at all. “Yeah. Sure. Whatever.”He grabbed the keycard from me. “Good. Let's go.”I faced the receptionist. "Thank you," I added with a nod and followed him silently, heat prickling under my skin. One room. One bed. One Cole.This was a disaster.We stepped inside. The room was modern—sleek, beige walls, soft lighting, a massive king bed dead center. My eyes went straight to it.Cole tossed his bag on the chair. “You okay?”“Totally.” I dropped my bag. “I’m used to sleeping near strangers.”He smirked. “I’m not a stranger, Sierra.”“That’s the problem. You're worse than a stranger."I walked to the window, pretending to be fascinate

The silence between us was suffocating. Cole’s stare burned a hole through me as we lay on the hotel bed, the weight of Blackstone’s no-relationship rule crushing us.The balcony sex, the Peterson deal, the thrill of it all— it didn’t matter now. My job, my dream, was on the line. His career, too. What the fuck were we going to do?We didn’t speak for hours. I showered, changed into sweats, and pretended to review client notes on my laptop, the words blurring. Cole sat by the window, scrolling on his phone, his face hard. Dinner came and went without us saying a word to each other.Finally, Cole broke the silence, his voice low. “We need to talk, Sierra.”I closed my laptop, not looking at him. “What’s there to say?”He stood, pacing. “This. Us. The fucking stupid handbook.”“I know," I sighed, running my hand through my hair.“I can’t lose my job,” he said, stopping by the bed. “I’ve been at Blackstone ten years. It’s my life.”“And I just got this job,” I said calmly, finally meetin

Margaret’s cold stare kept my feet frozen at the door, the accusation radiating from her.My heart pounded, my wrinkled skirt and messy hair screaming guilt. Cole stood beside me, his presence steady but tense. We were caught, or damn close.“Both of you,” Margaret snapped, “my office, tomorrow, 9 a.m. We’re discussing your conduct.”“Conduct?” Cole asked, voice calm but I caught the strain.“Don’t play dumb, Maddox.” Her eyes flicked between us, sharp. “I’ve been watching. This stops now.”My throat closed, my dream job flashing before my eyes. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move.“Understood,” Cole said, too composed. “We’ll be there.”Margaret nodded curtly, her heels clicking as she left. I shut the door, leaning against it, breath shaky.“We’re screwed,” I whispered, hands trembling. “She knows.”“She suspects,” Cole said, stepping closer. “No proof.”“Proof?” I laughed, bitter. “She may have even seen us before we closed the blinds. My lipstick’s on your neck, Cole. She’s not stupid

CamilleI dragged my self back to the table, cheeks flushed, dress torn slightly at the thigh.Bianca raised a brow. “You disappeared.”“Bathroom,” I lied.Her eyes dropped to the tear in my dress. “Sure babe," she laughed. "How did it go?"I shook my head, grabbed the next glass of champagne and downed it in two sips.He hadn’t even looked back. No name. No goodbye. Just walked off.“Okay,” Bianca leaned in, smirking. “Did you win?”I stared at her, my eyes gleaming. “Define win.”“You fucked him, didn’t you?”I didn’t answer.“Oh my god, you did. So? Was he good?”“He’s… not what I expected.”Bianca blinked. “What does that mean?”I stood. “I need to talk to him, hold on."The bar was empty. Another waiter was wiping it down. Definitely not him. I scanned the room. Nothing. I walked the halls again. Still didn't see him. He was gone. Vanished.“Hey,” I asked one of the hostesses. “Where’s the guy who was behind the bar earlier? Tall, gray eyes, cold."She gave me a blank look. “We h