Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling for him : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chloe’s POV I swiped the key card to unlock the door to his room, opening the door, I saw my best friend Sylvia, straddling my boyfriend, moaning out loud as he rammed into her from under. I couldn’t get myself, all I could do was to stare at them. I dropped on the floor with a soft thud. My chest became heavy, blood coming out from my finger because I was biting my nail. Tears had long blurred my vision. Funny enough? I wasn’t even noticed. This is the man I have loved with all of me. Here he is, pounding my best friend like his life depended on it. “Shit! That’s it baby,” Sylvia moaned. “Uuhh yea, isshhh, fuck me harder baby.” I couldn’t just stand and watch my boyfriend and my best friend having a good time without doing anything. “Sylvia….?” My voice cracked. “Jack?” They both turned to look at me at the same time. Something else flared in Jack's expression. Surprised? I can’t fathom, but it was gone within a twinkle of an eye. “Gosh! Chloe,” Jack pushed Sylvia off him,

Chloe’s POV I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned immediately and stood frozen. His abs were visibly well built, and those biceps and triceps, they made my insides chin with excitement! His tanned skin looked so smooth, so well taken care of and my gaze trailed slowly to his face. I could see his blue eyes as he raised his head up and his eyes met with mine, making my heart jump. Weird feeling! I had never felt my heart react like that to my now ex boyfriend. “What are you still doing standing there?” He spoke, his lips moving and my wet thighs subconsciously clamped together as I felt it throb! My pussy throbbed! With just his voice. “Get a hold of yourself. What the heck are you thinking? Why the heck are you reacting to a man’s voice?” I muttered to myself. “Get over here bitch! I hate to be kept waiting!” His voice was deep and in all shades, it was hot. I was sweating profusely. Who was this man that made my pussy throb with just his voice alone? His voice was autho

Chloe’s POV My heart slammed in my chest as our eyes locked. His face hardened instantly, a storm brewing behind his gaze. He looked at me like the ground had just shifted beneath him, like he’d just stumbled onto something he wasn’t ready to face. For a moment, no one said a word. The world froze, sound and movement dulled, until Jack’s friend broke the silence first, grinning as if nothing was wrong. “Chloe, it’s so good to see you. Man, I didn’t even know you were tagging along with us. Jack never said a word.” Jack stiffened beside him, his jaw tightening. His voice snapped like a whip. “Shut up.” I turned my glare on him, the bitterness bubbling inside me spilling over. “Of course he wouldn’t say anything. We already broke up. I guess he didn’t mention that to you. Why would he? Telling the truth isn’t one of his strengths.” Jack’s expression darkened as he stepped closer, lowering his voice like he could still control me. “Don’t embarrass me here, Chloe.” I laughed bitterl

​Chloe’s POV ​The silence was louder than any screaming match. Three days. It had been exactly seventy-two hours since Drake had left me trembling in that hotel room, dictating the terms of our affair like a corporate merger. “You do not text me. You do not call me. You wait until I tell you when and where. You are mine, but you will only exist for me on my terms.” ​I was drowning in those terms. ​Every buzz of my phone, every notification, sent a jolt of raw anxiety through me, only for it to be Hilda asking if I wanted takeout or a spam email. I felt like a creature caged, waiting for its master to drop a scrap of food. It was pathetic, but the hunger, for him, for the power he held over me, for the danger was absolute. ​I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to dissect every single thing that had happened: the betrayal, the humiliation, the shock of Drake’s identity, and the breathtaking, terrifying sex that followed. I was no longer grieving Jack; I was obsessed

Drake Humphrey’s POVThe silence of the penthouse office was a scream.The air conditioning hummed, the city lights glittered with their indifferent million-dollar sparkle, and the only proof that Chloe Anthony had been here, stripped bare, defiant, and shattering my control was the faint, sweet scent of her arousal clinging to the thick carpet and, unforgivably, the taste still lingering on my tongue.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the glass cool beneath my fingers, and took a slow, deep breath, trying to inhale the cold, sterile air of corporate dominance. It didn't work. The scent of her jasmine and reckless youth overrode the expensive leather and polished wood of my domain.Get it together, Drake.I reached up, running the back of my hand across my lower lip, scrubbing ruthlessly. I had wiped the evidence clean the moment I pulled away, yet the phantom taste, that coppery, intensely female nectar—persisted. It was a vile, intoxicating reminder of the precipice I had stoo