All Chapters of A Night with Mr Bryan : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mrs. Banks’ living room was like a palace. White marble floors, glass chandeliers dripping light, and couches that looked too expensive to sit on. I stood there, my palms sweaty, my heart pounding.Her eyes bored into me like I was a stain on her perfect floor.“Your mother,” Mrs. Banks said, her tone sharp and cold, “was caught red-handed with my necklace. A family heirloom. Do you understand how serious this is, Celina?”My throat tightened. “That’s not true,” I whispered, then louder, my voice cracking. “That’s not true! My mother has worked for your family for ten years without stealing a single pin from your house. She ironed your clothes, polished your silver, cooked your meals-why would she suddenly steal your necklace?”Mrs. Banks raised a brow, unbothered, sipping from her porcelain teacup. “Sentiment doesn’t erase evidence. She had it in her possession. That’s enough.”Tears blurred my sight, spilling before I could stop them. “Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “She woul

When he pushed a finger inside me, I stiffened–the pain was sharp, immediate, unfamiliar.His brow creased. “You’re tense.”No response. I couldn’t give one. If I spoke, I would break.“You’re wet,” he whispered a second later, as if that comforted him. As if it meant we were in this together.You don’t know me, I wanted to scream. You’re touching a stranger.Without opening his eyes, he withdrew his finger and fisted the thin lace of my panties in his hand. He was shaking as he looked up at me, fury clear in his expression. In one quick movement he tore them off, the rip of the fabric echoing in the silence.My head fell to the side as I leaned back on my elbows, dread curling tight in my stomach. But to my horror, my body betrayed me, trembling in ways my heart wanted to resist.To my absolute horror I actually whispered, “Oh, please.”He gently eased me back onto the bed, his lips brushing my cheek. He stopped moving, pulling his fingers back and holding them in a fist before him.

It was Beatrice.“Hi, Beatrice,” I said slowly, my voice low."Hi, kill you there,” she said, trying to sound tough, but her eyes softened as she looked at me. “Why are you ignoring my texts?” She folded her arms, pretending to be angry, though I could hear the worry underneath.“Nothing,” I muttered.“Nothing?” she repeated. “Where did you go to? I thought I told you to wait for me.”“I couldn’t…” My chest felt heavy. “My mother slept at the prison yesterday.”Beatrice’s face fell. “Shut up, girlie. Didn’t I tell you I was going to involve my dad? You should’ve let me handle that Naomi girl myself.”“I know,” I said quietly. “I trust you, but…”“But what?” she snapped, then gave me a sharp side-eye. “Sex is hungry you right?” she added with a sly grin.“Oh, please,” I said, laughing softly despite myself.“This one that you’re smiling…” she teased. “It wasn’t that bad, abi?”I looked away, rubbing my palms together. “Hmm…”But her words faded into the background. My mind drifted, back

I turned. It was Fred.Fred, my coursemate from school, the one I’d bumped into at the hotel days ago. We’d worked on a few projects together back then. He was always that kind of person who smiled at everyone, who made you feel seen when others pretended you didn’t exist.He parked, jumped out, worry written all over his face. “Celina, what happened? Are you okay?”I wanted to lie. To say yes. To smile and make it sound like everything was fine.But the lie broke before it even reached my lips.“I’m fine,” I whispered, and the tears came again, slow and helpless.Fred didn’t say another word. He walked closer and pulled me into a hug, gentle, firm, quiet.That simple act, being held when I didn’t even know I needed it, cracked something inside me.I broke down. My face pressed against his chest, my hands clinging to his shirt as if he was the only solid thing in a world that kept falling apart.He didn’t tell me to stop crying. He didn’t ask questions. He just stood there, letting me

"Fred… I can’t do it,” I said, grabbing his wrist and dragging him to a corner near the receptionist’s desk. My voice trembled, and my palms were cold even though the air inside the building was warm.He frowned. “Why?”I glanced around, making sure no one was watching. My words came out in a rush. “Naomi. Mrs. Banks. They’ll come after me if I do this. I don’t want problems, Fred. Please understand.”“Who is Naomi? Who’s Mrs. Banks?” he asked, his confusion deepening.I swallowed hard. “You don’t know them. You don’t know what they can do. But Fred, they’ll come. They always do.”He gave me that half-smile that never reached his eyes. “Calm down, Celina. Nothing will happen. No one’s coming after you.”I blinked several times, trying to steady my breathing. Was I really standing here, arguing about taking a job I had prayed for just days ago? My body wanted to move forward, but my mind was screaming, run. “Naomi is Mrs. Banks’s daughter,” I said finally, my voice low. “They’re after m