บททั้งหมดของ Fifty Shades Of Lovia : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

By the time I left the restaurant, the weight of polite smiles had settled in my jaw. Every curve of my lips in that meeting had been calculated — not too warm and too cold,but just enough to make Alejandro believe I was harmless and Clarissa believe she had won me over. The YBA circle were predators, and predators always underestimated pretty prey.I drove home in silence, the city lights streaking past my tinted windows. The fur coat draped over my shoulders felt heavier now, not from the mink, but from the layers of meaning stitched into it. The meeting went well just as expected, and on Saturday I'll meet the whole team.“Well done.. Lovia Diaz.“ I muttered under my breath, staring at my reflection through the review mirror.My ride home was peaceful and calm and took me just 3 minutes to get to my apartment.When I pushed my apartment door open, I wasn’t expecting to see a tall, broad-shouldered shadow leaning casually against my kitchen counter like he owned the place.“Shan

The city was still stretching itself awake when I padded out of the bedroom, barefoot, wearing one of Shane’s button-up shirts that drowned my frame but did nothing to hide the fact I was naked underneath. The air smelled like expensive coffee and something darker—his cologne, clinging to the fabric, clinging to me.Shane stood by the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled to the elbows, coffee mug in one hand and his phone in the other. The first rays of sunlight spilled over him, gilding the edges of his jawline. He looked annoyingly perfect for someone who hadn’t even shaved yet.“Marco wants to meet at ten,” he said without looking up, scrolling through something. “He’ll bring the rest of the board. No surprises, except…” His eyes finally lifted to me, slow and deliberate, “…he wants you to come prepared with a counter-offer.”I smirked and leaned on the counter, letting the hem of his shirt ride up my thighs. “You sound tense.” I muttered.He took a sip of coffee, gaze lingering on m

The moment the sleek black door of Shane’s penthouse closed behind me, I exhaled, letting the tension from Marco’s office seep out of me like smoke. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I strode to the living room, the photos and videos still burning in my mind.Shane appeared almost immediately, emerging from the kitchen with a coffee mug in one hand, eyes sharp, sensing my storm before I even spoke.“Well?” His voice was calm, controlled, but I could feel the undercurrent of anticipation.I tossed my blazer onto the back of the couch, letting my tailored shirt fall loosely over my hips. “Oh, Shane…” I said, letting the words linger like velvet. “You should’ve seen him. Marco, all his perfect control, undone in front of me.”Shane’s eyes narrowed, following my every move as I stepped closer, letting the faint smirk play across my lips. “Undone?” he asked, his tone low and dangerous.I pulled out my phone, showing him the photos. “And this…” I tapped the screen, the images

The morning after the YBA meeting, I woke with the taste of ash and fire still on my tongue.Not literal ash—though my lungs felt burned from holding back laughter last night when Alejandro so confidently declared my destruction.But the kind of ash that comes from standing too close to flames and surviving. It clung to me, settled in the fine cracks of my skin, and reminded me that I wasn’t done yet.My apartment was still dim, curtains pulled tight against the blinding sun. A single candle flickered on my nightstand, stubbornly fighting the daylight. I stared at it as I lay in bed, wondering how long I could keep pretending to be two women at once—Lovia Diaz, the enemy they plotted to kill, and Evelyn Pierce, the frail woman who could walk in their chambers unnoticed.It wasn’t guilt that kept me awake, no. It was calculation. Alejandro thought he had all the answers, thought he knew my patterns, my weaknesses, even my arrogance. But he forgot the simplest truth: I had already rein

The second our lips parted, I barely had time to catch my breath before Shane’s hands were everywhere, claiming, exploring, devouring.He lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the edge of the kitchen counter. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, heels digging into his back, hips grinding against him as he crushed me to him with possessive force.“Lovia…” he groaned, his voice thick, rough, needy. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you since you walked in that door.”I tilted my head back, letting my lips brush his neck, biting gently, tasting and marking before replying with a whisper, “Then don’t wait any longer, Shane.”That did it.His fingers hooked under my blouse, lifting it over my head in one swift motion. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving me bare to him. I shivered, the cool air kissing my heated skin, but he didn’t hesitate. His hands trailed over my bare torso, nails raking lightly across my ribs, sending sparks of pleasure crawling down my spine.