All Chapters of HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

“Girl, the way he looks at you, I smell trouble,” Jane said again, her peach now a forgotten mush in her hand as she leaned closer, eyes wide with curiosity.I opened my mouth to respond, but the soft click of the front door interrupted me.I turned toward the sound just as footsteps echoed down the hallway.And then he appeared.Lorenzo.My heart skipped like it always did. There was something about seeing him when I wasn’t expecting to—something raw, almost primal. He wasn’t just handsome—he was arresting. The kind of man who made the air shift when he walked into a room. Jane straightened instantly. “Oh,” she whispered, then cleared her throat. “I’ll, uh… I’ll be in my room.”She waved a little too cheerfully at Lorenzo, who gave her a polite nod, then vanished up the stairs like her life depended on it.The silence that followed wrapped around us like a second skin.“You’re home early,” I said, trying to fill it.Lorenzo’s gaze flicked across my face, something unreadable in his

The sun filtered in through the curtains like it had no idea the world was falling apart.I blinked against the light, groggy and disoriented, my heart already racing before I was even fully awake. My arm stretched out instinctively, reaching for the familiar warmth beside me, only to find...Nothing.Just cool sheets.I shot up, eyes darting to the space where Lorenzo should have been.Gone.Panic tightened my chest.I shoved the blankets aside and sat up fully, ready to call his name—when the sound of the closet door creaked open.Lorenzo stepped out, fully dressed. Crisp black shirt. Dark slacks. Hair combed back. Jaw clean-shaven. He looked every bit the powerful, put-together man the world saw him as.But not mine.Not this morning.“Morning,” I said quietly, voice raw with sleep and unshed emotions.He didn’t look at me.“Morning,” he replied flatly, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves.I swung my legs off the bed and stood, bare feet hitting the floor. “You’re leaving already?”

The click of my pen echoed softly in the quiet office. Everyone else had left hours ago, and yet here I was—still hunched over architectural blueprints, reviewing lighting layouts for the hotel’s rooftop pool like the perfectionist I was born to be.I’d already finalized the structural plans and approved the supplier contracts. All that was left was a double-check on the visual flow of the third-floor spa and the final measurements on the balconies.I rubbed the back of my neck, loosening my tie, eyes burning slightly from staring at design schematics all day. The only thing keeping me grounded was the thought of her—my woman, my Emily. I glanced at the clock on the wall.10:16 PM.Damn.I told her I wouldn’t be long tonight. Just a couple of hours at the office, enough to get ahead for the week.“Just thirty more minutes,” I muttered to myself. “Wrap this up, go home, and make it up to her like you promised.”I could already see her face when I’d left this morning—still flushed from

The room was still heavy with the smell of sex. Our bodies were tangled together, her leg draped over my hip, her breath warm and steady against my chest. I could feel the slick heat of her still clinging to me, every slow beat of my heart reminding me of the way she’d just come apart in my arms.I wasn’t tired. Not even close.Emily’s fingers traced idle patterns over my stomach, light and lazy, like she was just touching me for the sake of touching me. I had my hand in her hair, stroking it slowly, memorizing the way her damp strands curled against my skin.She shifted slightly, pressing herself closer, and that’s when I felt it—her hand sliding lower, curling around my cock.I sucked in a sharp breath, my abs tightening instantly.“Baby girl,” I murmured, my voice a warning and a promise all in one, “what do you think you’re doing?”Her lips brushed my chest as she murmured, “Saying thank you.”I frowned down at her, even as my cock began to swell in her hand again. “Thank you for

The sound in the room changed the second I saw her.I don’t know how to explain it—how the steady rhythm of the morning seemed to fracture, how the soft hum of the AC, the faint creak of the floor beneath my shoes, all of it… dimmed.The only thing I could hear was my own pulse pounding in my ears.Amanda.Blonde hair pulled back, like she always used to wear it when she wanted to look effortless. Green eyes that used to look at me like I was her world.And a smile—soft, tentative, a little nervous.Seven years.And here she was. Alive. Breathing.I didn’t even notice when Marisa stepped quietly out of the office, closing the door behind her. It was like the edges of my vision had narrowed until there was only Amanda, standing there in the doorway like she’d simply taken a wrong turn and landed in my life again.My brain refused to believe what my eyes were telling me. The air in my office went thin, every sound in the world muffled under the pounding of my pulse. I felt my hand loose