All Chapters of UNCENSORED: The Steamy Vignettes Return: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

”Oh my god, Stacy, I feel really cold now,” Sam said with a shiver as she climbed out of the pool, her soaked bikini clinging to her curves. The moonlight danced on the rippling water, and the air had begun to carry that crisp, late-night chill.We'd been splashing around for over an hour—laughing, racing laps, and pretending we were Olympic swimmers in a pool that barely passed for standard size. It was our well-earned break after a week of brutal exams.Sam and I had clicked from the moment we met—two nervous freshmen fumbling our way through the chaos of college. We’d clung to each other like lifelines through orientation, first classes, and sleepless study nights. By now, she was more than a friend. She was my person.“I’m just getting started,” I grinned, gliding onto my back and letting the water cradle me. “This is the only therapy I can afford, so I’m soaking in every second.”She huffed out a laugh, wringing water from her ponytail. “Suit yourself. I’m going to grab a towel a

I came to the ranch to escape. That’s what I told myself when I packed a single suitcase, tossed it in the back of my car, and drove for seven hours straight without stopping. I needed the silence. The air. The space to breathe again.Uncle Gary said I could stay as long as I liked—so long as I didn’t mind the smell of hay and horses. I didn’t. It was the first scent in weeks that didn’t remind me of my ex.I arrived just before sunset. The ranch sprawled endlessly beneath a sky blushing orange and violet, the land stretching out like it had nothing to prove. It was quiet… peaceful. Except for him.I saw him first behind the stables—shirtless, arms tense as he gripped a shovel, sweat slicking the muscles in his back. He moved like he was trying to outrun something. And for a second, I forgot what I was running from.He glanced over his shoulder and caught me staring.“Lost?” he asked, his voice a gravelly drawl that didn’t hide the amusement beneath it.“I—uh—no. I’m staying here. Gar

The city felt different tonight.Like it was holding its breath.I tightened my coat around me as I hurried down the alley behind my apartment—the shortcut I always took, even though I hated how silent it got. No footsteps. No cars. Just the sound of wind and the distant hum of neon signs flickering to life.Then everything stopped.The wind, even the noise from the street behind me—like the world had been muted.I slowed. I wasn’t alone. I didn’t hear him. I felt him. Like the air itself thickened, coiling around my body with invisible fingers. My breath caught as I turned sharply, heart thudding.He stood there. Not five feet away.A man—or something close enough to one that my mind didn’t register the difference fast enough. Tall. Cold. Drenched in shadows like he belonged to them. His shirt was cut sharp and dark, but it was his eyes that rooted me. Crimson. Burning. Unblinking.Each step towards me felt like walking into a death knell. My feet pinned to the ground.“What… do you

The elevator jolted hard, then froze with a gut-clenching grind. The lights flickered once… and then silence.I exhaled through my teeth. “Of course.”A beat passed. Then I heard it—that voice. That annoyingly calm, arrogant, too-smooth voice I knew like a bad habit.“Let me guess… you think this is my fault somehow?”I turned slowly, already dreading the sight I’d find—and there he was, leaned casually against the elevator wall like this was a joke. Like he wasn’t the one person I’d rather be stranded with a snake than share a square foot of space with.Callum Reyes.Top of the class. Top of every competition.And top-tier asshole, in my opinion.“Don’t flatter yourself,” I muttered, folding my arms. “The universe just clearly hates me.”He smirked. “Maybe it’s punishing you for being so hostile to someone so charming.”I stared at him. “You are the most self-absorbed, manipulative, smug—”He held up a hand, mock-serious. “Careful. Insults are like confessions in reverse.”I rolled m

All I ever wanted was to be diligent—a model assistant, loyal to my boss, and focused on my work. I kept my head down, did everything by the book, and never gave anyone a reason to question my professionalism.But apparently, being caught “releasing tension” in the copy room changes how your boss sees you.This morning, his voice was cool, “Lila,” he said, without looking up from his desk. “I need you to declutter the copy room. Take out every useless document and clean the place up. New files are arriving this evening.”There was an edge beneath his words—too calm, too knowing. As if this was a punishment dressed up as responsibility. I simply nodded, cheeks warm, and headed toward the room like a good employee.The copy room smelled like toner and dust. I rolled up my sleeves, pulled my hair into a messy knot, and started digging through piles of old files. Most were outdated reports and training manuals—nothing exciting.But then, as I reached behind one of the lower cabinets, my f