All Chapters of No Saints in My Bed: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LenaThe first thing I felt was light. It poured through the tall glass windows and burned against my closed eyes until I turned my head away. The sheets beneath me were soft, smooth, and smelled faintly of him.I didn’t move at first. For a second, I didn’t even remember where I was. Then the memories came crashing back—the VVIP lounge, the elevators, this hotel room…My throat felt dry. I sat up slowly, clutching the blanket to my chest. I peered around; the room was large, expensively decorated. His jacket was draped over the armchair, a faint reminder that last night had actually happened.He was gone.I swallowed hard, scanning the room again as if he might suddenly appear out of nowhere. My dress was folded neatly on the chair, and beside it sat a fat envelope. My stomach twisted before I even picked it up. I knew what it was—cash for the night.I let the envelope fall onto the bed. My heart wouldn’t stop racing. I should have been relieved; there was a large sum in there. In my

Lena“Well, yes, love, and if you care to know, it worked, and now I’m very jealous.” His voice was husky.I tried to move away, but he leaned even closer, trapping me in place with his strong arms on each side.“Why would you be jealous of my dancing, Cassian? I’m doing exactly what I do—dance,” I explained. “The crowd was entertained. I may be a bloody good dancer after all!”He grabbed my chin and lifted it so he could peer at me. “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about, Lena.”My breath caught in my throat. “You let those filthy bastards touch you…”My eyes shone defiantly. “I let you touch me,” I blurted out.My eyes widened in shock. I didn’t mean to say it out loud. I stared at the emotions flickering in his eyes as he looked at me.“Do you regret it?” he asked in a soft voice. He almost sounded pained, and it tugged at my heartstrings.I couldn’t believe him. I pulled away from his grip and rolled my eyes. “Do you really want to know how I felt after that night? Used!

ChantelleI was probably the only one with a big smile on my face on the streets that morning. Granted, it was a Monday morning, and everyone hated Monday mornings—well, except me.“You look dashing in that jacket, ma’am!” I said in excitement. “I have to buy one for myself.”The little old lady looked at me quizzically for a moment before she schooled her expression and smiled. “Thank you so much, Miss.”I kissed my fingers and blew kisses at her. She still looked taken aback when I twirled around and began to skip down the walkway.Okay, truthfully, I wasn’t always this giddy on Monday mornings, but this one was different. It was the first day of my big-girl job at a big company with a fat paycheck, and I was elated.Not to add that my apartment wasn’t that far away from my workplace—I was living my dream. I’d also made a stop earlier at my favorite coffee shop to grab my favorite latte. I was already unstoppable!I arrived at the high-rise building and took a moment to soak it all i

ChantelleAs soon as I walked through the door, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side, trapping me between the wall and his hard body.I sucked in a deep breath as heat spread to my cheeks. His expensive cologne wafted through the air. I felt trapped. “Mr. Locke…” My voice was barely above a whisper.“Do you make a habit of undermining your boss?”I furrowed my brow. “What?”He leaned in closer so he was only a breath away. “Let me make that clear: do you make a habit of undermining your boss?”I shook my head quickly, then answered, “No, no, I don’t.”“It would seem that way since that’s all you’ve done since you walked through that door.”I licked my lips, and my eyes darted to his arm beside my head. Up close, even though he was wearing a suit, I could tell he had a muscular frame. In this position, I could not avoid his intense gaze.If I didn’t look at him, I’d have to stare at his chest, and considering I had just masturbated to images of him in my head, I didn’t think I wa

Chantelle The next day, I wore the shortest work skirt I owned—a black leather skirt that stopped mid-thigh. I paired it with a black mesh top layered over a very low-cut bralette. It was tight and accentuated my curves. Walking down the street, I got plenty of second glances and loud compliments. Simon, the security guy, did a double take, and when he realized I’d noticed, he stared at the floor until I passed. I got to the office before Mr. Locke, thankfully. He had already added my fingerprints to the door system, so I could unlock it. I sat down and started getting some work done—better to finish things while he wasn’t here. He arrived not long after. I smoothed my hair, checked my reflection on my phone screen, and walked over to greet him. “Good morning, Mr. Locke…” “Good…” The word died on his lips as his eyes raked slowly over my body. I’d learned early on that he either didn’t know how to school his expression, or he simply didn’t care to. He was openly gawking