Lahat ng Kabanata ng UNCENSORED: The Steamy Vignettes Return: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

I stood in front of his office door long after the halls had emptied, clutching the edge of my notebook so tightly the spiral wire bit into my palm.This was stupid. Desperate. But I’d already tried everything else—extra credit assignments, study groups, all-nighters. Nothing had pushed my grade past that brutal 68%. And if I failed, I’d lose my scholarship.I knocked softly.“Come in,” came that deep, clipped voice I knew all too well.I stepped inside. The lights were dimmer than usual, a desk lamp casting amber across the room. He was seated behind his desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tie loosened. Papers were scattered before him like a battlefield.Professor Hale looked up, his gaze landing on me with quiet, sharp interest.“Miss Nora.”“I…” I hesitated, then closed the door behind me. My heart was pounding. “I wanted to talk about my grade.”He raised a brow. “At 5:45 p.m. on a Friday?”I nodded. “I didn’t know who else to come to.”There was a pause, then he leaned back in h

The moon hung low over the lake, casting a silver sheen across the surface as she slipped off the last of her clothes and stepped into the cool, glassy water. It wrapped around her like a secret, and she sighed, tilting her head back, letting the night air kiss her skin.Out here, tucked away from the cabins and trails, she felt invisible. Free. The gentle splash of her arms moving through the water was the only sound. She dipped under briefly, letting her hair float behind her as she resurfaced, the ripples spreading wide around her.She dipped beneath the surface again, letting the cool lake water slip over her shoulders and down her spine. The early morning mist clung to the edges of the lake like a silk veil, hiding her from the world—or so she thought.The thrill of being naked out here, alone and unobserved, sent a quiet shiver through her. She tipped her head back, eyes closed, water streaming through her fingers as she laughed softly to herself. No rules, no clothes, no expect

I didn’t come here to cause a scene. I didn’t come here to see him, either.But there he was—my ex—looking like a perfectly pressed lie in a custom tux, standing beside a woman who used to call me friend. They laughed together, hands linked, as if I hadn’t existed. As if our three years had just... evaporated.So yeah, I drank.Champagne first. Then wine. Then whatever was glowing blue in that punch bowl.By the time the lights dimmed and the DJ slid into something bass-heavy, my shoes were off, my lipstick was smudged, and I was dancing like no one was watching—because I didn’t care if they were.Until they started watching.Three Groomsmen. Tall, tailored, and dangerous. One had eyes too sharp to be polite. Another had a grin that didn’t belong at a wedding. The third... God, the third just looked like trouble wrapped in a fitted vest.I felt their stares before I saw their faces. I felt them when my back arched to the beat, when my hair flipped over my shoulder, when my hands slid

She shouldn’t have left the door ajar. But then again, she wasn’t the type to keep things shut for long—not her mouth, not her intentions, and certainly not her balcony.Room 1104 pulsed low with music from below, the bassline trembling in the soles of her feet. She’d laughed when he told her to take off her heels at the door. Now she padded barefoot across marble tiles, wrapped in nothing but shadows and the silk robe he hadn’t bothered to tie.He laid on the bed behind her like a storm on pause. Quiet, charged, waiting.Below them, a hundred windows flickered with life. She stepped into the night air, onto the balcony ledge, and gripped the rail like it could keep her tethered to something sane.The wind swept against her bare legs, cool and teasing, lifting the hem of the robe just enough to make her aware of every inch of skin. The night smelled like sea salt and something electric, as if the whole city were holding its breath with her.“You like putting on a show,” he said from b

Jules' POV The room feels warmer now, or maybe it’s just me. We’re sitting cross-legged on the floor, a lazy playlist humming in the background, the wine working its way through both our systems. Remi’s cheeks are flushed, her laughter unfiltered. She tosses her head back when she laughs, and I catch myself staring for a second too long.I clear my throat and glance at her sideways.“Truth or dare?” I ask, swirling the wine in my glass.She smirks. “Mmm… dare.”Dangerous choice. I should pick something harmless but I don’t.“I dare you,” I say, leaning in just a bit, “to let me blindfold you.”Her brow lifts. “Kinky.”“Don’t flatter yourself,” I tease, hiding my pulse behind a smirk. “It’s just a game, remember?”She raises both hands in surrender. “Fine. Do your worst, Jules.”I grab a soft silky navy blue scarf from my drawer. I circle behind her, and for a moment, I hesitate. The scent of her shampoo hits me—clean, citrusy. I tie the scarf around her eyes gently, careful not to pu