All Chapters of My Forbidden Fruit : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I shut the bathroom door behind me, but the echo of my heartbeat came with me. Loud. Relentless. I stood with my back against the door, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My skin was flushed. My lips trembled. My heart… was still in his hands. And I didn’t know what scared me more—giving it to him again, or that he’d never really returned it the first time. I gripped the marble sink edge, trying to ground myself, but nothing worked. I could still feel the imprint of his lips against my shoulder. The phantom heat of his hands, the weight of his head on my skin. Fifteen minutes passed. And I couldn’t move. Not really. I opened the door he was still there. His lips hovered a second too long, just long enough to scald. Then, as if he'd suddenly realized something, he stopped. His breath stalled. His fingers relaxed. I felt the uncertainty spasm through him before he finally took a step back—just one, but it seemed like an eternity. He didn't glance at me in

Evening light painted the living room in a soft amber glow. I stood near the door, arms folded loosely, watching Carol move around like a storm trapped in silk—loud sighs, aggressive zipping of her bags, high heels clicking with attitude.Enzo stood beside me, quiet but firm. His arms were crossed too, body angled slightly between me and her like he was trying to shield me from the last fragments of her presence.“This is ridiculous,” Carol muttered for the fifth time. “You think I care what people say? You think they don’t already assume we’re practically living together?”Enzo didn’t answer right away. His jaw was tight, eyes tired. When he did speak, his voice was low but final.“It’s not about what they assume. It’s about what they’ll confirm if you stay. You're a public figure, Carol. If someone sees you here again—after that scene today—there’ll be questions we can’t answer.”“And her being here doesn’t cause problems?” Carol snapped, tossing a pointed look my way.I didn’t flin

The sheets tangled around my legs, clinging like the memory of him.Enzo wasn’t next to me. But the warmth on the pillow, the subtle trace of his cologne in the air, the silence filled with something unspoken—it all told me he’d only just left.The sound of the shower running beyond the bathroom door reached me. Soft, rhythmic. Comforting, almost. Until the sharp vibration of his phone on the nightstand snapped through the air like a warning.I didn’t mean to look. I just… did.His screen lit up.Carol.Again. And again.“So you’re ignoring me now?”“Come on, baby. I know you’re mad… but I can make it up to you.”“I’m still wearing your shirt. Maybe I’ll take a picture and remind you what you’re missing.”Then it turned. Bitter. Vulgar.“You think that little girl can handle you? She’s a child. She’s not me.”The shame that twisted in my gut wasn’t because I read them—it was because I wanted to throw his phone across the room. Because I wanted her to know that I wasn’t going anywhere.

I stepped back inside, pushing the door shut behind me, and turned to find Enzo leaning against the doorframe with that unreadable smirk on his lips. “Alone at last,” he murmured, voice like silk dragged across skin. My breath hitched. “Don’t say it like that,” I said, but there was no bite in my voice, only the fluttering nerves in my belly. “Why not?” He pushed off the wall and stalked toward me, slow and deliberate, like a predator who’d finally cornered what he wanted. “You don’t like being alone with me?” I rolled my eyes, but the air between us tightened like a drawn bowstring. “I didn’t say that.” “Then what did you say?” he asked, his voice lowering as he stepped into my space. His hand brushed against my hip, fingers grazing the hem of my shirt — his shirt, oversized and swallowing me in the best way. I tilted my chin, defiant, heart racing. “I said don’t say it like that. You sound like you’re about to ruin me.” His eyes darkened. “I am.” His mouth was on mine befor

The car ride back from shopping had been... light. Unexpectedly so. Every time I laughed and Enzo,turned just enough to glimpse it. I was holding up a ridiculous scarf I insisted on buying, claiming it was “hideous in a charming way.” He didn't argue. He just let me have the moment, watching me like someone watching sunlight after too many stormy days. But the ease didn’t last. The moment we stepped into the foyer, My fingers still curled loosely around the handles of the glossy shopping bags, everything shifted. Carol was sitting on the living room couch like a throne—arms folded, lips tight, perfectly put together as if she’d never left at all. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten I was in your life,” she said sweetly, voice dipped in venom. Enzo stilled. I did too, but only for a second. Then I walked past Carol, completely silent, setting my bags down on a chair I refused to acknowledge this woman’s presence. Enzo’s jaw ticked. “Carol. What are you doing here?” Carol