Seventh Seduction のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

CAUGHT WITH MY BOSS Laura's POV I balanced the heavy tray on one hip, the steam from the steak curling up like a secret between us. The dining room lights were dimmed low, just the way he liked after a long day, casting golden pools across the mahogany table. My heart hammered against my ribs as I stepped closer. Last night’s voice still echoed in my skull—his low rumble on the phone: “Laura, don’t go to bed. I’ll be home late. Wait for me.” I’d paced the hallway until two, phone clutched like a lifeline, every creak in the silent house making me jump. He never came. The silence after that call had clawed at me all day. God, I missed him. Missed the way his fingers dug into my hips like he was already married to me and has every freedom to have me the way he wanted. Missed the growl in his throat when he lost control. “Sir,” I said, sliding the plate in front of him, voice steadier than I felt. “Dinner’s served. Medium rare, just like you want. I added extra rosemary this time—thou

AM I STUPIDLY LOSING A GENUINE BOYFRIEND?Shalling's POV I clutched the edge of the doorframe, my knuckles whitening as Kova’s shadow stretched across my porch. The streetlamp buzzed overhead like it was mocking me. He stood there, shoulders slumped, eyes red-rimmed under the porch light.“Shalling, please,” he said, voice raw. “Just hear me out. I swear on everything I wasn’t cheating. That girl is my cousin. Mom’s side. We hadn’t seen each other since she moved to Abuja three years ago. She was in town for a couple of days. That's it.”I bit the inside of my cheek. The description my friend had given me flashed behind my eyes. “Cousin,” I echoed, the word tasting like ash. “Funny how you never mentioned her before. Not once in so long have we been together, Kova. No wonder you always let me go freely anytime I wanted to leave, just like the day I had a game. So you simply just disappear to meet another girl.”He stepped closer, palms open like he was surrendering. “Because it was

SEX AND SCAMThe bass throbbed through the soles of my stilettos like a second heartbeat. I leaned back against the sticky bar, gin and tonic sweating in my hand, and watched him watch me from the VIP ledge. Black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the kind of careless wealth that doesn’t need to shout. He hasn’t looked away in ten minutes. Good. Let the hunger build.I tilt my head, let a slow smile crawl across my lips, the one that says I know exactly what you’re thinking and I might let you have it. His mouth quirked—half amusement, half challenge. He raised two fingers. The bottle-service girl materializes like she’s been waiting for the signal her whole life. A fresh bottle of something French and obscene appeared on his table. He didn’t pour. He just nodded once toward me.Message received.I could walk away. I should walk away. But here is that desire, that hunger for any cute guy that happens to be rich. I couldn't possibly reject the silent call. So I

GOODBYE KOVA Shalling's POV The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry hornets, casting yellow halos over the greasy tabletops at Burger Haven. I sat rigid in the plastic chair, my fingers drumming a silent rhythm against the edge of my tray. Fries cooled untouched between us. Kova leaned forward, elbows planted, his dark eyes pleading in that way that used to melt me. Not tonight. My chest felt tight, like someone had cinched a belt around my ribs.“Shalling, babe,” he started, voice low and urgent, “if I did anything—anything at all—forgive me. Please. I swear on everything, I’m not that guy.” His hand reached across the table, but I pulled mine back fast, tucking it under my thigh. The plastic creaked under me.I stared at the ketchup smear on his burger wrapper instead of his face. He’s doing it again. That soft tone, like I’m the one who needs convincing. My mind raced back to the things Lily told me, but I kept my voice steady. “Then explain why everyone’s telling me th

LEAVE MY MAN ALONELaura's POV Why did you get into my room the other day without permission? How long is my dick?” Kalvin asked.The tray trembled in my hands, the coffee cup rattling against the saucer like my pulse against my ribs. I stood in the doorway of his bedroom, sunlight slicing through the half-drawn curtains and catching on the thin silk of the new blouse I’d bought yesterday—low-cut, the kind that clung to every curve I usually hid under an apron. The hem of my skirt barely skimmed mid-thigh, and I felt the cool air kiss the skin above my stockings. Stupid. I’d told myself it was just for the job, just to feel something different after months of plain black uniforms and invisible service. But now his eyes were on me, dark and slow, dragging from the swell of my breasts to the dip of my waist, and my stomach flipped like I’d missed a step on stairs.I set the tray on the nightstand, careful not to spill. “Sir, I—I brought your breakfast. Eggs, the way you like them.” My