All Chapters of Seventh Seduction : Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

NEGOTIATIONS WITH DADLaura's laughter intensified. It was a funny remark, and I laughed with her.“So, who am I getting married to, my talkative young girl?”I savored the night's fun, feeling the weight of my emotional stress vanish into the whirlwind of the moment.“You’ll find out when I get home.”“Then I may not sleep at all. I want a man more than I want a night's rest.”Her words were playful, but I heard the truth beneath them. Laura had been suffering in silence. She maintained her work with her usual discipline; no one would ever guess she was tormented by marital solitude. Since our first informal conversation, a stream of secrets had surfaced—things probably no one else knew.Laura was poised to become either my dad's lover or his wife. Whichever role she landed, it would be in her favor.“Your problems are over, Laura. I'm on my way.”“Alright. Which one did you get for me, tequila or champagne?” she joked. It was a lighthearted question, but I had already decided I woul

FILTHY TALK WITH LAURAI was steeped in that Sunday morning laziness, the kind Mum always fought by shouting for me to get ready for church. She’d start early, preparing for worship, but the moment her calls began, it was as if a deeper sleep pulled me under.Sundays always bring back memories of my mother. I never understood how much she cared until she was gone. At the time, everything felt like maltreatment. I just wanted to sleep in, but she’d wake me right when my sleep was heaviest.She’d persuade me to come to her workplace, whether I wanted to see the streets or not. The worst was dragging me to her shopping mall after a long stressful day at school. I had no freedom then, not like I do now. Maybe that’s why my circle of friends was so small.But now she’s gone. No one compels me to do anything. Dad leaves me to my own devices, providing just enough money for an extravagant life. But I confess, I’d rather have Mum here, nagging me. Somehow, it made me feel precious. But Lately

A NIGHT WITH SHALLINGI guided Shalling into the room, my arm a steady brace against her unsteady gait. She was adrift in a haze of alcohol, her senses muffled but not entirely gone.It was astonishing how little it took. A glass and a half of red wine, and her feet seemed to belong to someone else. She was coherent yet stripped of all sobriety, a dangerous state for a woman in the company of a desperate man. A man like that would have taken her five times before morning without a second thought.“You have such a light head,” I remarked, lowering her onto the suite’s couch. Her head lolled back against the cushions.“You shouldn’t have more than a single drink.”“Which is why I usually don’t,” she slurred, each word a careful effort. “If I do, it’s only at home, with the door locked.” Her clarity was intact, but her defenses were down.I seized the opening to voice the thought I’d harbored earlier. “A wise policy. If a desperate man got you like this, he’d claim you ten times before d