All Chapters of Obey me, Dean (Erotica ): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ivy’s POV: The second shot burned just as much, but this time, I didn’t flinch—just hissed through my teeth as liquid fire pooled in my chest. Keisha smirked, already tipping the bottle for another. “Slow down,” I muttered, but she just laughed, tossing her braids over her shoulder. “You’re cute when you’re trying to be responsible.” She smirked, squinting her eyes. I rolled my eyes but didn’t stop her when she slid the next shot toward me. The liquor was doing its job—my limbs loosened, the tight coil in my shoulders unwinding. *Maybe Keisha had a point.* The gnawing worry from earlier had dulled to a whisper. By the fourth shot, the room glowed with a hazy warmth, and I was giggling at nothing—or maybe everything. Keisha leaned against the bar, bottle still in hand, her dark eyes glittering as she watched me. She was definitely halfway gone. “You’re blushing,” she announced, jabbing a finger at me with a grin too wide to be sober. “No, I’m not.” The de

While Keisha and Ivy were having fun… Aria’s POV: I waited. And waited. Ivy still hadn’t replied to my text, even after I’d responded to her voice note. The clock ticked later into the night, my eyelids growing heavier by the second. With a sigh, I dragged the blanket up, curling onto my side, my back to the door. Just as I fluffed my pillow and sank into the mattress— *Click.* The door creaked open. I jolted, twisting around to glare at the intruder. “It’s me,” came Rand’s voice, hushed, his face half-hidden in the dim hallway light. “Sorry to disturb you.” *Again.* I clenched my jaw. “You could at least *knock*.” “Thought you were asleep,” he said, shifting awkwardly in the doorway. “Didn’t wanna disturb you.” I scoffed under my breath. “Like you don’t disturb me every other day.” “What was that?” He leaned in, brows furrowed. “Nothing,” I snapped. “What do you want, Rand?” He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. “Just grabb

Aria’s POV: I stumbled back, my blood freezing solid in my veins. It was him. Kade. He filled the doorway, a broad silhouette against the hall light. His eyes were glazed, his pupils dilated and rimmed with red. High, drunk, or both—it didn’t matter. The effect was the same: a predatory, lazy focus that locked onto me. He squinted, his brow furrowing in a haze of shock and confusion, trying to process why I was in his room and what I was doing here. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. I could hear the hammer of my own heart. I had to break it before he did. “Just looking for the house WiFi,” I lied, the words too bright, too fast. I shrugged, a pathetic attempt at nonchalance, as if my skin wasn't still humming and his scent wasn't clinging to me like a confession. “Nothing more.” I moved to shove past him, a desperate bid for escape. He didn’t budge. Instead, he shifted, stepping fully into the room and forcing me to retreat further inside. The door click

Back in Lancaster’s Mansion.. *Author’s POV: Lancaster’s hand struck his desk with a force that silenced the room. “Enough!” he roared. The two well-built men before him startled at the sudden violence but held their ground as Lancaster rose to his full height. “I have heard enough of your excuses,” he stated, his voice dripping with contempt as he leveled an accusing finger at them. “S-sir, we are doing our best to—,” one of them insisted, his voice strained. “Best? You call this your fucking best?!” Lancaster shot back. “W-we a—“ “I don’t want to hear it!” He roared again, violently clearing his desk, sending documents and folders scattering across the floor. He advanced around the desk until he was mere inches from them. A short, sarcastic laugh escaped him. “Let me be certain I understand,” he began, his tone dangerously calm. “You have conducted a search across the entire city for Aria, and you have absolutely nothing to show for it?” “The search is on

Author’s POV: Carlos’s visit was a carefully constructed performance, orchestrated by Lancaster himself. Under the guise of a simple check-in, the two had devised a plan, a reckless gambit to uncover if Wolfe knew Aria’s whereabouts.. “Still shocked you came to see me, can’t lie,” Wolfe remarked with a dry laugh, leaning against the mirrored wall of the elevator. His eyes, however, held a flicker of caution as they tracked Carlos. “Couldn’t let the friendship die just like that, man,” Carlos replied, his tone easy, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. A picture of casual concern. “You and Lancaster were fucking best friends, you know?” “I know, man.” Wolfe ran a hand through his hair, a gesture meant to convey sheepish regret. “I messed up, sneaking around with Aria. But I swear it wasn’t assault, it was—” *DING.* The elevator’s chime cut his plea short, the doors sliding open to reveal Wolfe’s floor. “Last time I was here,” Carlos breathed, stepping out first