All Chapters of Beg For It: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ARDENThey were two kinds of mistakes in life. The ones you could drink wayAnd the ones that showed up five years later in a black suit. hotter than hell, with a smirk that still made your thighs clench.Guess which one just walked into the room?The moment Rhett Maddox entered, the air shifted like it owed him something. Heads turned-mine included, even though I knew better. Even though I'd sworn on my favorite stilettos that I was over him.Tall. Broad. Dangerous.He looked like a man who broke things. And once upon a time, I was one of them.I tightened my grip on the clipboard in my hand, refusing to let my fingers tremble. This wasn't high school. This wasn't the back seat of his Chevy with my dress bunched around my waist. I was a professional. A damn good one. I was here to plan a launch party, not relive the mistake that cost me my pride- and my heart.He didn't see me at first. His eyes scanned the room like he was already bored. Same cocky tilt of his chin, same slow, pred

RHETTI shouldn’t have touched her.I sure as hell shouldn’t have kissed her.But the second I saw her—perfect lipstick, voice sharp, eyes still carrying that fire—I knew I was already in way too deep. Again.Arden Blake was the only woman who ever brought me to my knees. And the only one who never asked me to.Until she did.I tried to be good. Stay away. Let her walk around this club like I wasn’t five feet away, remembering the exact sound she made when she came apart under my hands.But good never got me anywhere. And it definitely never got me Arden.Now I was back at my office bar, hands clenched, pacing the floor like I hadn’t just walked away from the best mistake I’d ever made.And I could still taste her.The subtle sweetness of her lip gloss. The way her breath caught in her throat when I pressed against her. The little sound—half gasp, half moan—that slipped out when I gripped her hips. I know she still wants me.That much was obvious.But it wasn't enough. Not this time.

ArdenThe next morning, the sky was gray and unforgiving.I sat at the edge of my bed, robe clutched tight, coffee untouched, and a thousand thoughts clawing at my chest. The city outside my window moved on as if last night hadn't happened. As if Rhett hadn't touched me like I still belonged to him. As if I hadn't let him.I hated that he'd walk away first. Again.But what stung even more was that he hadn't walked away because he didn't want me.He'd walked away becuse he still cared.And I didn't know what to do with that.For five years, I told myself that Rhett Maddox was a mistake. That his silence after leaving town without a goodbye was proof he didn't love me enough. I buried every memory under work, ambition, and a wall so high even I couldn't see over it.Now he was back-richer, rougher, more self- controlled- and somehow more dangerous than ever.Because this time, he wasn't just chasing my body. He wanted my trust.But trust doesn't grow back after being scorched to ash.I

Rhett Arden didn't say another word after reading that message.She just stared at her phone like it might catch fire if she blinked.I didn't ask again. I just watched her slip away from me emotionally, one second at a time, like she was folding herself up into the version of her I never got to see-the one who didn't flinch at bad news. The one who turned pain into stone.Then she muttered, I need some air," and walked out before I could stop her.I should've let her go.Given her space. Let her figure it out like she always did.But I couldn't. Not this time. Not when I knew exactly who her father was... and what he'd done.When I found her, she was sitting on the back steps of the club. The city lights cast a soft blue over her skin, and for a moment, she looked like a memory-untouchable, unreachable, too far gone."I didn't know he was still alive," I said quietly, stepping beside her.She didn't look at me. "I barely knew he was alive."Arden's voice was even, but the way her h

ArdenThe sun was already pressing through my bedroom curtains when I opened my eyes. For a second,I forgot where I was.Then I heard it.The low hum of Rhett's voice downstairs. Casual. Unbothered. It was like it was the most normal thing to happen in this apartment. Like it hadn't been five years since he made himself at homein my sapce. Almost like he was always here.I stayed still, breathing in the strange calm threading through my chest. I hadn't slept that well in months. No dreams, no waking up gasping for air. Just...warmth. And Rhett, sleeping inches away, fully clothed, but with his hand nearly touching mine on topof the comforter.I didn't remember falling asleep. But I remember the way his voice went quite when I told him about my mom. The way his eyes didn't fill with pity, but something gentler. Respect, maybe. Or guilt.I kicked off the blanket and wandered down the stairs, barefoot, still in his T-shirt- he insisted it was more comfortable thanthe oversized hoodie I'