Saint Or Sinner? のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Camila's point of view"I'm leaving!" I yelled from the living room, rolling my box to the door."Already?" My Dad asked, disappointed, coming down the stairs. I flashed a smile at him."I'm sorry, Dad, but you know I'm a busy person. I promise to visit during spring break."My Mom emerged from the kitchen, her dusty apron tied around her waist. She smiled and pulled my head into her neck, giving me an air kiss on my cheek."Please stay safe honey, and call us when you get back.""Of course, Mom," I kissed her forehead and hugged my Dad."Kira, I'm going!" I yelled out for my younger sister, noticing she wasn't present. She came down, looking like a zombie in her baggy nightgown and disheveled hair."For heaven's sake, Kira, you should have looked presentable," Mom scolded, and she rolled her eyes."Come on, Mom, let a lady live. Besides, I just got out of bed," she rubbed her eyes and looked at me. "You're leaving so soon?""Yes, little sis, I have to." She frowned at me."Hey, I'm

"Paula," I called out, and she looked up from her computer with a bright smile. "You're back!" She squealed, running over to hug me. Except for Ava, Paula is the second friend I have, and she's the only one who has kept me sane in Ava's absence. She pulled away, and I noticed her colorful attire, which matched her bubbly and outgoing personality. "I'm so happy you're back; it was so boring without you," she dramatically flailed her hands in the air. I smiled and shook my head in amusement. "Tell me, how was your break?" Paula asked. "It was good," I mumbled. "I got to clear my mind and have some peace." Paula sighed sadly and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "I'm so sorry I wasn't at work that day. If I had been, Aubrey's fake face would have been destroyed by my fist!" She snorted, and I laughed. "It's not your fault, Paula. You don't have to apologize. Besides, I can handle myself," I said, with a confident smile. Paula rubbed my shoulder. "You know I'll alw

Luciano's POV"Fuck….” she screamed as she rode me, her voice hoarse and wild with release.Elena’s hair was a tangled mess, clinging to her sweat-slicked face as her hips worked desperately against mine.While the woman straddling my thighs chased her pleasure, I sat motionless on the couch, my expression blank, and completely disconnected.She came, I didn't. Typical. Her body collapsed against my chest. She was panting, and trembling with satisfaction."T-that was amazing, sir," she slurred against my neck. "We've done so many things, but nothing's felt as good as this. If we could do this all the time…”I shoved her off me without a word and headed into the office bathroom to clean up.I was bored. Bored of her. Bored of them all.I changed into a fresh shirt, ran a hand through my hair, and stepped back into the office. She was already dressed, her hair pulled into a high bun and her makeup reapplied.A pathetic attempt to look presentable.She smiled at me as if we hadn't just f

Mild violence ⚠️‼️"I won't be able to help your company," he said, dropping the bombshell, causing all our eyes to widen in shock. "Mr. Dela Lucchese!" Mr. Paisley quickly rose to his feet, his eyes wide with surprise. I stared at the man who stood proudly in front of us, anger swirling in his eyes. "The next time I'm invited to such a worthless meeting, be assured that this company will crumble right under your nose," he glared at Mr. Paisley, adjusting his blazer before storming out. "Mr. Dela Lucchese, give us a reason at least!" Mrs. Paisley cried out, following him out. I stood there, frozen, the insult echoing in my ears. Before I could even begin to process the chaos, a hand clamped down on my arm. I turned to see Aubrey's furious eyes narrowed at me.“This is all your fault, Camila. The company wouldn't have to face this if you didn't show up late and give a bad presentation. Besides that, I'm pretty sure you messed up at his office like you always do. I guess you only we

~Camila~The sunlight streaming through the window was the last thing I needed. It felt like a spotlight on my throbbing head, amplifying the hangover that threatened to split me in two. I groaned, forcing myself out of bed. My head was a spinning top, threatening to launch itself into orbit.I stumbled to the bathroom, my aching head throbbing with each uneven step. I splashed cold water on my face, looking into the mirror. I was still in last night's clothes, a proof of the blurry memory of how I got home. Brushing my teeth, I decided a cold shower would be the only thing to soothe my throbbing temples.My breakfast was waiting for me on the coffee table: a plate of toast and a glass of juice, alongside two pills. A smile touched my lips. My best friend knew the only cure for a night like last night. I finished the toast, swallowing the pills with a gulp of water.Taking the dirty dishes downstairs, I found Jenny, Daisy, and Ava looking suspiciously energetic. It was as if they