All Chapters of Guilty Pleasure #2: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena’s breath was still uneven when she slowly rolled off the bed, trembling from the aftermath of Ryan’s merciless attention. She looked over at him who was still lying on her bed the same way, watching her with a lazy, satisfied smirk. His hand lazily trailed down her bare thigh, clearly in no rush to move.But Elena’s mind had already begun to race. She glanced at the window. The gray clouds had long drifted away, leaving golden streaks of late afternoon sun spilling across the sky.“You need to go.”Ryan’s brow lifted. “Why? Afraid you’ll start begging again?”She scowled, cheeks burning. “I’m serious. The rain’s stopped. Dad’s gonna be home any minute.”But his smirk didn’t waver. “And?”She shot him a glare. “And we’re in my bedroom. You’re in his sweatpants. You just ate me out like your last meal, and the door isn’t locked.” Elena pulled up the thin strap of her crop top, yanked her leggings up, and tossed his shirt at him. “We need to look normal, Ryan.”Ryan’s lips curved a

Ryan had left this morning. Now Elena was sad, thinking she had to spend the next 3 days without him. “God! How I’m gonna survive these days without Ryan? Now even an hour without him feels miserable, each and every moment feels like an eternity. What have you done to me, Ryan Johnson? Are you missing me the same way I’m missing you?”Elena was still on her bed, thinking of Ryan. Not being able to take this anymore, she decided to send him a text.ELENA: Have you reached safely? What are you doing?After sending the text, she kept her phone away, not waiting for his reply immediately, knowing he would be busy, more precisely she was not expecting one. Maybe to prove her wrong, her phone vibrated within a minute. RYAN: Finally you remembered me!Elena felt she was on cloud nine. She tried to keep herself busy since the time she got to know he was leaving, but nothing could get his thoughts out of her mind. ELENA: I thought you must be busy. Are you in office?When is your meeting?

The city’s skyline shimmered like a fallen galaxy outside the windows of Ryan’s penthouse, but Elena had no eyes for the view. The elevator chimed softly as the penthouse doors opened, revealing the quiet luxury of Ryan’s private world. It was exactly like him — powerful, restrained, decadent.Elena barely had time to take in the view before Ryan’s hands were on her, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her down the hall. Elena gasped, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he carried her straight through the long hallway and into his bedroom.“Ryan…..”His room was the only place that felt soft in the entire penthouse — plush bed, sheer curtains rippling in the night breeze, an enormous window wall that looked out over the sparkling city. It was the first time Elena entered his bedroom, else she had been to his study only. He laid her down on the bed like she was something fragile, like the moment was something that had to be memoriz

The morning sun spilled through the blinds in gentle slats of gold, casting a warm glow over Elena’s room. The alarm buzzed at 6:15 AM sharp, but Elena was already awake.She’d tossed and turned all night, her mind replaying imaginary office scenarios ranging from impressively cool to catastrophically embarrassing. Today wasn’t just her first day as an intern at Johnson Enterprises. It was the day she entered Ryan’s world.Elena sat up slowly, her heart thudding against her ribs. A strange cocktail of emotions churned inside her — nerves, excitement, fear, longing. She’d dreamed of getting close to Ryan, but this? This was different.She rolled out of bed and into the shower, letting the scalding water ease the tension from her shoulders. By the time she stepped out, the mirror was fogged, her reflection blurred. She moved like she was tiptoeing through a dream as she slipped into the outfit she had prepared the night before.“Professional, not seductive,” she reminded herself, brushi

Elena was halfway through her second cup of coffee when the office lights above her flickered to life. The clock on the wall read 8:52 a.m, still eight minutes early. The walls were decorated with clean, minimalist prints and motivational slogans, but the only one Elena truly believed in right now was, don’t look flustered, and don’t check the cameras.“Then I’ll have to punish you. And trust me, butterfly, you’ll like it.”Her legs crossed instinctively under the desk, thighs pressing tight. Yesterday had been a whirlwind of first impressions, nerves, and the raw electricity of seeing him in a completely different light. She had never felt like this. It was intoxicating and terrifying all at once. Ryan didn’t just crawl under her skin, he wrapped himself around her spine like a secret, pulsing in time with every heartbeat.“Hey, morning,” came Aisha’s voice as she entered their shared intern pod, balancing a matcha smoothie in one hand and a folder in the other.Elena blinked and fo