All Chapters of Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection): Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

GRACEThe first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was… peace.Real peace. The kind that sinks into your bones and loosens muscles you didn’t even know were tight. My body felt heavy against the sheets in a way I hadn’t felt in months.I blinked up at the ceiling, sunlight filtering softly through the curtains. It was morning already. I hadn’t even realized when I fell asleep.A small smile stretched across my lips before I could stop it. The memories of last night came back… his hands, his mouth, the way he looked at me like I mattered. Like I was wanted. God.I exhaled, my cheeks warming as the smallest laugh slipped out. I actually felt… happy.I turned to the side, but the space beside me was empty. The sheets were still warm, though, which meant he hadn’t been gone long.For a second, my chest tightened.Some foolish, old part of me feared he’d left, but then I heard a faint sound from the other room. The soft clatter of something, followed by running water.I pushed myself up s

MILA“Naaahhhhh,” I said immediately, waving my hands in the air. “No way. I’m not doing that. You’ve completely lost your mind, Sandra.”Sandra just leaned back on the couch with that smug, infuriating grin of hers, the one that meant she was about to make a deal I couldn’t refuse. “Come on, birthday girl. Where’s your sense of adventure?”“My sense of adventure doesn’t include seducing a priest!” I shot back.Joyce choked on her drink, laughing. “Technically, she said make him fall for you. Not seduce him.”“Same thing!” I argued, pointing at her.Sandra took a slow sip of her drink, eyes glinting. “What if,” she started, dragging out the words like she was baiting me, “I made it worth your while?”I crossed my arms. “Nothing you say can make me…”“If you do it,” she cut in smoothly, “I’ll talk to my dad. He’ll get you a car.”The room went silent.I blinked. “Wait. What?”She smirked. “You heard me. You’ve been taking those long walks from the hostel to campus for way too long. I’l

MILASandra was standing by the door, pretending to scroll on her phone but very obviously watching me like a hawk. She mouthed, Smile! and did this exaggerated heart gesture that nearly made me burst out laughing.Father Adrian noticed my almost-laugh and tilted his head slightly. “Something funny?”I bit my lip. “Just my friend being… my friend.”“Ah,” he said, eyes flicking briefly in Sandra’s direction before returning to mine. “Good friends are a blessing.”“Sometimes,” I muttered under my breath.He smiled again. “Will I be seeing you around here again, Mila?” he asked casually.My mouth went dry.Was he serious? Was this man of God actually inviting me back?“I… uh… maybe?” I stammered.He nodded lightly. “I hope so.”And just like that, he turned back to greet the next person, leaving me standing there with my brain short-circuiting.Sandra swooped in instantly, looping her arm through mine as we walked out. “Oh. My. God.”“Don’t,” I said quickly.“Oh, I will.” She grinned wic

MILASaturday morning came faster than I expected.All week, I told myself I wasn’t nervous. That it was just volunteering. Just a friendly, harmless thing.But as I stood in front of the mirror again… same chaos, same pile of discarded outfits… I knew I was lying to myself.“This isn’t a big deal,” I whisperedAfter twenty minutes of debate, I settled on something simple- a soft yellow blouse tucked into a pair of fitted jeans. Friendly, approachable, innocent. I tied my hair up in a ponytail, dusted on a little powder, and stared at my reflection.“Be kind,” I told myself. “Smile. Don’t trip over your own feet. And for God’s sake, don’t stare at his lips again.”************By the time I got to Saint Mary’s, the courtyard was already buzzing with activity. Tables were being set up under white tents, people carrying boxes of food and supplies, laughter and chatter filling the morning air.It was the church’s annual charity drive… a food and clothing outreach for nearby families.I