Lahat ng Kabanata ng Accidental Seduction: Teasing the Grumpy CEO : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

Polly's POVThey say every family has a star, and mine shines so brightly she burns the rest of us to ash. Yet, Shana Dennis, my stepsister, was the golden girl, the spotlight-gripper. Born with long, honey-blonde waves, ocean-blue eyes, and a waist so tiny you'd think she was sculpted, not born. She knew how to flutter her lashes just enough to get what she wanted. She wore red like it was her birthright and seduction like a perfume.And then there was me, Pollyana Dennis. The other daughter. The often forgotten one.My reflection was all soft red hair twisted into a no-nonsense bun, oversized glasses always slipping down my nose, and plain skirts that swallowed my hips. I wore beige like it was armor and silence like a habit. Every time someone touched me, even slightly, I flinched. My skin didn’t trust anyone, not even me.And still, I said yes.When my father sat at the head of our painfully long dining table and said, "Polly, you’re going to marry James Wellington," I didn’t argu

Polly's POVHis hands were fire. One gripped my thigh while the other slid between my legs, fingers slow, teasing and torturous. I gasped, my body arching against the desk as he leaned in, breath hot against my neck."You’ve been begging for this," Logan whispered, his lips brushing my ear. "So stop pretending you’re not desperate for me."My blouse was open. His mouth replaced his fingers, kissing down my chest, tasting me like I was something exotic on his menu. I moaned, fingers tangled in his soft curls, dragging him closer. I wanted him to devour me.He pushed my knees apart with one sharp motion and looked up at me with those burning brown eyes. I couldn't wait to feel those lips on the warmest part of my body that was already dripping wet."Say it, Polly."I swallowed. "Say what?""That you want me to ruin you."I hesitated not because I didn't want him to but I was too excited, too neck deep in pleasure that all I could say was a shuddering "yes". And then—My alarm blared.I

Polly’s POVI thought I could take the hit. I thought it would sting for a moment, like ripping off a band-aid.But when James sent the reply—just one line—"You filthy whore. Don’t bother coming back."It felt like my chest was collapsing in slow motion.He didn’t ask for an explanation. Didn’t even try to confirm if it was real. He didn’t need to. He knew Logan’s name on my lips wasn't a fluke or a lie. Anyone could tell. And if that didn't hurt his freaking ego, I didn't know what else could.By noon, my father was on the phone. By one, I was disowned."I never want to see you set foot in this house again you fucking disgrace!"By three, my bags were waiting outside the gate. And then the sky opened and it began to rain. Of course it rained.I found shelter in the only place I could think of: Mick’s Bar. A place that smelled of old leather, bourbon, and cigarette. I curled up in a corner booth like a stray and tried not to cry.It didn’t work."Jesus, Polly."Tara slid into the boot