All Chapters of Reckless CEO One Night Stand : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mary's POV For a moment, Reid hesitated. His fingers hovered near my shoulders while his heart pounded. I was vulnerable. I was hurting. But when he looked into my eyes, he saw the silent plea. "Please..." He wanted to pull away but I didn't let him. I grabbed him and crashed my lips onto his again. My hands moved feverishly as I pulled at his shirt with the desperation for warmth, comfort, and escape. Reid groaned and gave in. His shirt slipped from his shoulders and fell to the floor. His hands trembled as they slid over my arms to feel the heat of my skin. My fingers trailed over his chest, I was hesitant but eager as I explored him as if I was trying to memorize every inch of his body. My touch sent fire through his veins and his restraint was broken. Slowly and reverently, he reached for the zipper of my dress. He paused one last time probably to give me a chance to stop. My hands covered his and guided them down. I nodded and Reid exhaled sharply. He removed the deli

Mary's POV I held my phone close as a small smile tugged at my lips while listening to Rose's excited voice on the other end. "Yes, Rose, I'll be coming to your wedding." My voice was warm but a flicker of hesitation crossed my face. "Layla is well now, you don't have to worry. Yes, we'll surely come." I reassured her while glancing at the little girl playing with her toys across the room. Layla turned and beamed a smile at me. Seeing that, my heart swelled up with joy and love. It had been years since I last set foot in New York, the place that once held my heart together before it shattered it. The city that had given me love, betrayal and heartbreak in the most cruel way possible. Now, I live in London, far away from those memories, far away from all of the people who created those memories. But now, I would be going back. The thought made me feel unsettled. Would the ghosts of the past welcome me, or would I finally be free from them? I had heard about Danny. How cou

Mary's POV Layla clung tightly to my dress with her small hands gripping the fabric as if letting go would mean losing her mother forever. I sighed gently and brushed my fingers through my daughter's soft curls. "Sweetheart, I won't be gone for long," I said softly as I felt a pang of guilt at the thought of leaving her. My assistant knelt beside us and offered Layla a reassuring smile. "Miss Layla, don't you want to stay and play? I'll get you your favorite cake." But Layla only shook her head, she pressed her face against my stomach. "I want to go with you, Mama." I hesitated. It wasn't about trust, I knew Layla would be safe but the idea of leaving her behind never sat well with me. Layla had always been more attached to me than anyone else, even her father. With a quiet sigh, I pulled out my phone and called Rose. "I think I would be bringing Layla with me." Rose didn't miss a beat. "Of course! I'd love to see her at the party too. You must bring her." That was all I need

Mary's POV Back at the hotel, Rodney had just tucked Layla into bed and was stepping out of the room. As he made his way to the kitchen, he found me standing by the counter with a half-filled glass of wine in my hand. The dim glow of the kitchen lights cast a soft shadow on my face. Without a word, he grabbed a glass and poured himself a drink before settling into the seat across from me. "You look deep in thought," he remarked and swirled the wine in his glass. I exhaled with a small smile playing on my lips. "Just thinking about how life turned out," I admitted. "Donna is different now. She was a confident woman who once had everything but not anymore." I let out a quiet chuckle. "And Danny also has a son now." Rodney studied me for a moment before saying, "He asked about you." I turned to him with my brow arched and asked despite knowing, "And what did you say?" Rodney took a slow sip before responding, "I told him he doesn't deserve to know about you." A flicker of amuseme

Mary's POV I stood in front of the dress laid out on my bed with my jaw tightened. The fabric was flimsy and it barely covered anything, it was more of an invitation than a gown. I exhaled sharply and my fingers clenched at my sides. I knew exactly what Donna's father was planning. But I would never bend to his will. Turning away, I strode toward my wardrobe and pulled out a different dress, one that was elegant but modest. It carried grace instead of the cheap allure. As I slipped into it, I fixed my hair and makeup for myself while ignoring the stylist that Mr. Cale had sent. As I descended the grand staircase, my heels clicked against the floor and echoed through the silent house. Mr. Cale was waiting at the bottom with his expression darkening the moment he saw me. His sharp gaze flicked to my dress as he realized it wasn't the one he had chosen. Instantly, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Mary," he began, his tone laced with fury. Before he could continue, Mrs. Cale pla