Semua Bab Seventh Seduction : Bab 11 - Bab 20

. TANTALIZING PROMISES OF MONEY AND SEX I stayed locked in my room until I was sure Dad and his maybe-gay friend had left. I couldn’t stomach looking at either of their faces. Whatever spell Kalvin had cast on me shattered the moment I read that text. His sexy smirk, that dripping confidence—gone. No space left in my head for him. Dad never leaves without some note or message for me. Today, I prayed he wouldn’t dare knock. I don't want to see him. What the hell did he mean by that line? Last night I tried convincing myself it was just petty beef, something to ease my mind. It didn’t stick. Calling Kalvin “babe” might slide in a casual fight, but pairing it with “dripping pussy”? That wasn’t banter. It meant something else entirely. Kalvin was someone’s baby—someone male. How else do you explain him turning me on with all those words, getting me worked up, then just… sleeping? No attraction to women. None. Fuck Kalvin. Fuck him for playing me when he knew damn well his colour was

SENSATIONAL LOVE SERMON FROM BRUCHA Kova left my house disappointed—disappointed enough that I half-expected him to ghost my calls forever. I watched his cock swell suddenly, thick with promise, then deflate like a punctured dream. He’d never be hornier than that moment, and it slipped away from him, just like that. A cruel, intimate near-miss. I know I’d be wrecked—utterly spent, maybe even fainting—if Kova ever got between my thighs. He’d only glimpsed them so far. My legs are my weapon, long and seductive, the kind that hooks a man’s gaze and keeps it there. My best asset when I want his full attention on my body. Before the Brucha chapter began, some nights the hunger hit hard. I craved a man to drill me deep, no mercy. But no, all I allowed was kisses that left my lips swollen red, tight hugs, hands roaming every curve like they were molding my shape into something different. Those times left me aching to spread wide, to let him take whatever he wanted. But no. I wasn’t ready.

PLAYING THE WHORE With my towel barely clinging to my chest, I wiped away the last trailing drops of water, already itching to leave. The little show I'd caught between my dad and Kalvin was tempting enough to keep me lingering at home for round two. But I couldn't pass up the cash Brucha was dangling today—and I sure as hell didn't want to disappoint my MMM, as Kova dubbed him. Right now, he was my only reliable source besides Dad. My phone buzzed. Brucha. “7, Labath close. Make haste, I want you around. You will have a piece of advice from me. It's very important.” I snorted. Advice? For who—Lilysaint? I let out a laugh in the way that will please God. Whatever “advice” he had in mind wouldn't come out clear and concise. I could bet my last penny it'd arrive wrapped in moans. “Thanks. That sounds nice. I haven't been properly advised since Mum left this earth.” I fired back the sarcasm, making sure he felt the fun. Naked now, I stepped to the full-length mirror. Damn, I looke

FIRST SEDUCTION Turning Kalvin Straight I slipped back into the house unseen. The time with Brucha had been worth it—he’d handed over the usual thick stack of clean dollars. The image of Dad and Kalvin flashed through my mind again: Brucha staggering, Dad steadying him with that careful, almost tender grip. How does a man ignore beautiful women throwing themselves at him just to cling to another guy? It’s weird. No wonder Dad never remarried. I’d always told myself it was some extreme display of discipline keeping him single. I was wrong. One night shattered that whole theory. Maybe that’s why his visitors were always men. Maybe he was already screwing around behind Mom’s back while she was alive. The thought gnawed at me. But it didn’t matter anymore. What mattered now was that Dad had a cute male “friend”… and I was suddenly very interested in him. Kalvin is undeniably hot. The rare kind of combination that makes my skin crawl in the best way. But the ugly truth that he’s hun

A PLAN UNFOLDS. I lay on my bed, plotting. Dad was out. Laura, our cook, was busy in the kitchen—far enough from the wing where Kalvin and I stayed. The whole sprawling house belonged to just the three of us right now, and once breakfast was served, Laura wouldn’t come near our side again. A dozen thoughts collided. Couldn’t I just spend the rest of the day glued to Kalvin? Sure, he’d asked me to come “fix” his room, but even at my laziest that wouldn’t eat up two hours. I needed a real plan to stretch my time in his orbit without looking desperate. I refuse to let my beauty—and all the dangerous things that come with it—land cheaply in his eyes. Value drops the second you seem too available. I’m loud-beautiful, the kind most girls are. What baffles me is how some men can look right past that and still choose their own kind. It happens, fine—but not in my face. No committed gay is staying loyal to his partner the moment I walk into the scene. Never. Maybe that explains why Kalvin’s