Semua Bab Wet Confessions: Bab 81 - Bab 85

The TemptationI wasn’t supposed to take the stage that night.The schedule said off, but Sasha called in sick, and I could use the extra cash. So I pulled on the red dress the one slit high enough to cause trouble and walked into The Velvet Hour like it owed me something.That’s when I saw them.They were tucked into the corner booth where shadows gather, but even from across the room, I could feel them. She was stunning in a black wrap dress, diamonds at her throat, lips painted the kind of red that ruins men. He sat beside her, not across a quiet claim one hand resting on her thigh, thumb tracing idle circles over silk.They weren’t like the others. Couples usually came here for spectacle. To shock themselves into feeling something again. But these two they were already dangerous. The air between them was heavy, charged, and the way they both looked at me made my skin hum.When my set started, I tried to avoid their eyes. Tried to focus on the faceless crowd. But I kept finding

The air inside Grandmother’s estate was thick with dust and memories, a faint scent of lavender mingling with the aged wood and worn fabric. I pulled open a heavy, creaking drawer in the attic, the dim light barely illuminating the cluttered room. Old photographs spilled onto the floor, yellowed letters tied with faded ribbons, and trinkets from a lifetime I never truly knew.Then, my fingers brushed against something unexpected a leather-bound diary, its cover soft but worn, edges frayed like it had been handled many times before. I hesitated, then opened it, the faint scent of old paper rising to meet me.The first page was a delicate scrawl in elegant handwriting. My grandmother’s voice intimate and raw spilled out in ink. The diary wasn’t just a journal. It was a secret map to a hidden life: whispered names, stolen moments, forbidden desires. One passage caught my breath:“He is my closest friend, yet the tension between us burns brighter than any flame I have known. If the world