All Chapters of UNCENSORED: The Steamy Vignettes Return: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~Chloe's POVI was lucky. Lucky enough for my sister to travel the next morning on urgent work. I was in my room that morning when I heard my name from the sitting room. I rushed out to answer her and I found her in the sitting room with her traveling bag, dressed up and about to leave. “It came unexpectedly,” she had said, "please, take care of my husband for me, I'll be back in a week," she said with trust in her eyes. My heart jubilated. One whole week!“One whole week to fuck.” I had screamed in my mind.And even worse, she gave me the permission to take care of her husband.I was incredibly excited to carry out her orders.Even though I knew she meant it in a different way, I still wanted to do it my own way.I saw her off at the airport and by the time I returned, my pussy was already dripping wet for her husband's cock. I went to my room and changed my denim trousers and baggy shirt to just my lingerie. It felt so right as I stared at my reflection on the mirror…the brall

The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that made every creak of the floorboards feel like a shout.She slipped out of the guest room barefoot, careful not to wake her best friend who was snoring softly under the covers, retired from the fun of the day.Her throat was dry, her mouth begging for water, and the glow of the moon through the hallway windows guided her steps.Downstairs, the hum of the fridge was the only sound… until the sound of her heart. She froze.Someone was already in the kitchen.A faint shuffle, the clink of a glass against the counter. When she turned the corner, her breath caught.It was him.Her best friend’s older brother, shirtless, sweat still glistening on his chest like he had just finished working out. His head lifted, their eyes met, and for a moment neither of them moved.“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice was low, rough, almost teasing.She stepped closer.“Yes. Not with my dry throat," She opened the fridge, took out a bottle of water and poured it in a cup.

I was supposed to feel emotional because my only child, Selene, was getting married. It was hard to believe, but at twenty two, I watched her kiss her groom, the priest tying the knot, both of them making vows to one another. Time flew really fast. Just a couple decades ago, I was messing around in my area, sleeping with all sorts of girls, making out publicly in the club. My youth was fun. Not until I got one of my girlfriends pregnant. I tried to deny it but she was a bitch herself.Ten months after I received the horrible news of her pregnancy, I woke up in the morning and found my one month old Selene in front of my door, in her crib a letter plastered on her cap.It was a message from the girl I impregnated, saying that she's brought my child for me and I must take up the responsibility of being her father.She said she's done her part by birthing the child alone for nine months, and now it's my turn to take up responsibility for my blood and leave her out of it. I did tak

I went to my dad's office and I didn't mean to meet his manager there. I only went to give my dad the good news about my admission into college. That day, I was on my phone when I received a message from my best friend. She said she's gotten hers. So, I went to check if I've gotten mine. And it turned out that I did. I was so excited I wanted to share the news with my dad. Not through text. Not over the phone either. I wanted to share it with him physically and I couldn't wait till night when he'd return from work. I wanted it to be a surprise so I couldn't call him before leaving the house. I quickly changed my clothes. I changed my sweatpants to a mini skirt and my hoodie into a crop top. I always loved exuding the presence of a ‘boss's daughter’. Always did. And dressing like this was my own way of expressing it. My dad won't have a problem with it so…I draped enough lip gloss across my full lips and made sure my edge looked perfect around my braids.A perfect purse for t

The lobby smelled faintly of polished wood and expensive cologne. My resume trembled slightly in my grip, though I told myself it was just nerves. I had prepared for this interview for weeks… my credentials were flawless, my experience solid. I wasn’t here to waste anyone’s time.And just as my brain was prepared, my looks were too. I had natural flawless skin. Genetics. My outfit? Perfect fit, clinging to my hour glass like nothing else. When the secretary finally ushered me into his office, I froze for just a heartbeat. He was nothing like I expected. Towering behind a sleek glass desk, sharp suit, sharp eyes, sharper presence.His gaze swept over me once.Slow. Deliberate. Unashamed.It wasn’t the way most interviewers looked at a candidate; it was the way a man weighed temptation.“Miss…?” he drawled, gesturing lazily toward the chair opposite him.I sat, spine straight, my resume sliding across his desk. He didn’t even look at it. His eyes were still on me.Then he shifted his