All Chapters of Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Stories : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Enzo’s POV I stared at my reflection, fingers still fussing with the silk black knot at my throat. Camile had invited me to escort her to an event and I agreed. Truth to be told, if it was back then, I wouldn't. But now, now… now she was breathtaking.The mirror showed a man who looked calm, but inside my head a storm of images kept flashing: Camille’s mouth, the sway of her hips, the way her tits would feel under my palms. I wanted her begging, not the other way around, yet the thought of her on her knees already had my cock twitching. Drew burst in, towel barely clinging to his hips, water still beading on his chest. “Mate!” I didn’t turn. “Dude, knock. What if I was naked?” “Nothing I haven’t seen.” Drew answered, eyes scanning my tailored shirt and slacks. A grin split his face. “Wait wait wait. Is this for that Camille? Or are you just trying to look edible?” I rolled my eyes. “Sh

Chloe’s POVI woke up already irritated, I had barely opened my curtains when my phone started buzzing on the bedside table. I reached for it, glanced at the screen, and immediately regretted it.Three messages from the guy I had kicked out from my bedroom that day. Seriously, rhe guy should move on. Two from my best friend and one from someone I had absolutely no interest in speaking to.I tossed the phone back onto the bed. “Perfect.”I dragged myself out of bed and headed towards the bathroom.By the time I came downstairs, the house was quiet. I grabbed something to eat, checked the time and realised I was already running late.Typical.I hurried upstairs, pulled on an oversized cream hoodie, straight-leg jeans and white trainers. I tied my hair into a neat ponytail, grabbed my shoulder bag and headed out.I wasn't particularly looking forward to school. Then again, I rarely was. I'm just going to school because my mother always called the principal to know if I came in any day.

Drew’s POVI felt like a fucking ghost walking through my own life.I had spent the last few hours wandering, trying to outrun the feeling of betrayal that felt like a physical weight in my chest.Yeah I knew I was sleeping around, but I really cherished Beatrice so well. I wanted to settle with her, thinking she was different from other girls. Enzo had tried to “cheer me up” in his own way, which mostly considered of mocking my naivety and telling me that loyalty was a fairy tale told to children to keep them obedient.Typical Enzo.He'd probably be halfway to a hotel room with some poor girl by now, while I was left leaning against a lamp post in a plaza, wondering where the fuck it all went wrong.I was staring at the cobblestones, lost in a loop of anger and grief, when I felt a presence beside me. I didn't look up at first, I didn't care who was passing by. But then, a voice cut through the noise of the street.“You look like you're having a very bad day.”It wasn't the voice of

Enzo’s POVI was supposed to go and tutor Nora today, but I was fucking exhausted.Yesterday, I'd tutored Noelle and it had been frustrating as hell. It felt like no matter how many times I explained something, we kept ending up right back where we'd started. Her English wasn't improving and I was beginning to wonder whether I was actually getting through to her at all.I'm still angry at myself for agreeing to tutor her, with no payment or any benefits. By the time I got home, I barely had the energy to think, let alone tutor someone else.I knew I should probably have messaged Nora to let her know I wasn't coming. But I was too tired. I told myself I'd explain everything the next time I saw her.I opened the door without thinking, my cock already half-hard from the fantasy I'd been stroking to. The words died on my tongue when I saw Nora standing there instead of Drew. Her eyes went straight to my naked body, widening as she took in every inch of me.What was she doing here? How di

Camille’s POVI waited at the nearby café, tapping my foot against the pavement with growing irritation.Enzo had promised we’d hang out today, making up for yesterday when he claimed he had tutoring. I hated waiting, it felt like a waste of my time and a blow to my ego.As I sat there, I noticed the glances. Men passing by slowed their pace, their eyes lingering on me. I was used to it by now; it was a constant since I’d grown into my body, though it was funny how I’d never received this kind of attention back in high school.I dialed Enzo’s number several times, but it went straight to voicemail. Maybe he went back to tutoring? I wondered, but that seemed unlikely.He was the one who had invited me, after all.Losing patience, I decided to head to his place. When I arrived, I found the front door wide open, as if someone had forgotten to close it in a hurry. As I stepped inside, I found his friend, Drew, at the kitchen counter. He was stirring something on the stove, singing off-key