Semua Bab The CEO's Fake Girlfriend : Bab 141 - Bab 150

I was quite disappointed as they led me down the corridor. Maybe Maya came back, or Seraphina wanted to say something she couldn't in front of everyone else. The officer opened the door to interview room two, and I stopped in my tracks.'Okay, not what I was expecting.'A pregnant woman sat at the metal table, her head completely bald, glasses perched on her nose. She was chewing gum with an aggressive rhythm that somehow felt familiar. When she looked up and removed the glasses, my stomach dropped.Nadia Grey."What are you doing here?" I stayed by the door, every instinct telling me to leave. "Come to gloat?""Sit down." Her voice was ice and authority. That commanding tone that reminded me of when I'd first met Lucien."I'd rather stand.""How did it happen?" She ignored my response, still chewing the gum aggressively."Why do you care?""How. Did. It. Happen." She enunciated each word like I was slow."It doesn't matter." I swallowed my pride and moved to the empty seat, crossing

Camila's POV"Fill out your approved visitor list. You have up to ten names." The intake officer handed me a worn clipboard. I stared at the blank lines, my hand shaking slightly as I wrote. Lucien Hayes. Maya Brooks. Rafael Cortez. Damon Ashford. Silas Ashford. Seraphina Ashford. Rosalind Park. My pen hovered over the eighth line before I added Mama Cortez. Then Javier Cortez. The tenth line stayed empty."That's all?" "That's all I have."She took the clipboard without comment and handed me a plastic bag of yellow scrubs and sandals. "You'll change in there."The locker room smelled like a gym that hadn't been cleaned in years. The fabric of my dress still carried traces of Lucien's cologne as I took it off. I held it to my face for a moment, breathing him in one last time, before folding it carefully and placing it in the bag they'd give back when I was released.If I was released.The yellow scrubs were stiff and scratchy. The plastic sandals were too big. I caught my reflectio

"I feel like a ghost haunting my own life," I whispered into the plastic receiver. "I spend every second counting down to a moment I can't even see yet. It’s cold, Lucien. It’s loud. And it smells like nothing but iron and bleach."I searched those golden eyes for the grounding weight I usually found there. Lucien’s gaze darkened, his hand tightening on his own phone. He leaned closer to the glass, his presence so intense that the sterile visiting room seemed to shrink around us."You are not a ghost," he corrected, his tone dropping into that low, possessive baritone that made my skin hum. "You are the only thing in this world that is real to me. If it were up to me, I would tear these walls down with my bare hands just to touch you for one second. You belong in my bed, under my skin, not in this pathetic excuse for a building."Those words, they felt like a balm to the isolation I’d felt for fourteen days. "I’m holding onto the memory of your hands," I confessed. "It’s the only thi

"Sterling, you have library duty in ten."I looked up from my notebook, blinking away the fictional world I'd been building. Margaret sat on her bunk across from me, knitting a scarf."Already?" I glanced at the clock on the wall. "I swear I just sat down.""You've been writing for three hours. Time flies when you're murdering fictional people.""I'm not murdering anyone in this scene. It's a love confession.""Sure it is." She winked. "That's what they all say."I laughed, closing my notebook and tucking it safely into my desk drawer. The prison library had become my sanctuary. Quiet and organized, filled with books that let me escape for a few hours each day. Plus, I got to recommend romance novels to hardened tax evaders and corporate fraud specialists. Life was weird.The weekly routine was bearable. Wake at six, breakfast at seven, library duty from eight to noon, lunch, GED classes in the afternoon where I helped other inmates work through their courses, dinner, writing time, li

Lifting my right leg, I hooked it against the open cupboard door, spreading myself wide. Two fingers plunged into me without warning, filling me so perfectly."Aah—" my eyes fluttered closed on the cry."Eyes open." The command was absolute. "Look at yourself. See how beautiful you are when you moan. See what you do to me."I forced my eyes open. My face was flushed, lips parted, eyes hazy with pleasure. Behind me, Lucien's golden gaze burned with possession as he worked his fingers deeper, curling them to hit a particular sweet spot in me."That's it. Watch yourself come apart. Watch how perfect you look when you're mine."I came on his fingers in barely seconds, the orgasm cresting over me in waves that left me shaking. His fingers withdrew, and he brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while maintaining eye contact in the mirror."Delicious. But I'm not nearly done with you yet."Behind me came the sound of a belt buckle and fabric rustling. I closed my eyes as my hand drift