All Chapters of Craving my mother's Hot Fiancé : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Melissa POVIt didn’t take long for him to figure out the spot light was exactly on him, this was exactly the kind of news youngsters like us feed on.When his eyes found mine, the color drained from his face instantly.I was already moving towards him.The crowd was thick and unforgiving, bodies packed tight, and this stupid dress kept tangling around my legs with every step I took. The dress just pulled and slowed me down, and I could feel the eyes of the entire room tracking me like I was the night’s entertainment.I grabbed a fistful of the silk at my thigh and pulled. The tear was loud as it ripped the fabric from my tight, freeing my legs completely.My jaw was locked so tight my teeth ached. The back of my eyes burned with tears but I swallowed it, forcing it down, refusing to cry here in front of everyone. The crowd parted ahead of me without me having to ask. People stepped aside, fell silent, watched with wide eyes as I walked toward the VIP section with the torn dress and

Melissa PovI parked haphazardly, before I stumbled out. I knew I looked like a mess…hair tangled, makeup smeared, wearing last night’s clothes…but I couldn’t bring myself to care.“Mom, what’s going on?” The words tore out of me as I ran toward her.Her eyes looked devastated. “ Why didn’t you tell me things were this bad?”She collapsed on my shoulder, her sobs soaked into my shoulder, hot and desperate.“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” Her voice was muffled against my neck. “I really tried to keep up with the loan payments ever since your dad died. But after I lost my job…”Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. “Mom, you lost your job? When?”“Three months ago.” “But why didn’t you say anything?” My voice cracked. “I didn’t want you to worry. I thought I could figure something out before they foreclosed.” Three months. She’d been struggling for three months and I hadn’t noticed. I’d been too wrapped up in Troy…his parties, his drama, his bullshit. Too focused on school an

GAVIN’S POV(Third person pov)The house was quiet when Gavin returned home at half past nine.Vanessa walked closely behind him, with her red heels clicking against the marble floor . She hadn’t stopped talking since they left the arena….something about tomorrow’s press conference, the new sponsorship deal, adjustments to the training schedule that apparently couldn’t wait until morning.He wasn’t listening.His mind was elsewhere, a young hazel eyes someone had been stuck in his head and it was exhausting. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to weasel the tension building up there.“…and I thought we could finalize the roster changes over dinner tomorrow? There’s that new Italian place in Midtown everyone’s been raving about. Supposed to have the best…”Vanessa suddenly stopped talking. Noticing Gavin wasn’t paying attention to her in the slightest she followed his eyes to the sitting room where a young pretty girl sat with her laptop.Melissa sat on the leather sofa, her lap

Melissa’s POVI showered fast, then threw on jeans and a cream sweater that slipped off one shoulder. I dried my hair with a towel until it hung in messy, damp waves down my back. With a little makeup to cover the dark shadows under my eyes. One deep breath.Then I headed downstairs.Voices floated up from below. Mom’s laugh rang out, light and happy, filling every corner of the house. Gavin answered her but I couldn’t hear his words.The dining room appeared as I reached the bottom step. There was a long glass table. With different dishes in the middle. The smell of warm pastries and fresh coffee hit me, making my stomach rumble even though I felt too nervous to eat.Then I saw Gavin standing at the head of the table. With dark pants. White shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.God, he looked good.Really good.The shirt fit him perfectly across his shoulders. His forearms were strong and tan. His dark hair was still a bit wet…he must have just gotten out of the shower too.

Melissa’s POVThe penthouse was empty when I got home. Mom had left a note on the kitchen counter in her looping handwriting: Out running errands. Back by dinner. Love you! - MomI crumpled the note and tossed it in the trash walking back to my room.The silence pressed against my ears. After the chaos of campus…I found myself enjoying the silence.I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my shoes. My coffee-stained sweater hit the floor next. The pink earmuffs still hung around my neck like some ridiculous trophy. I pulled them off and set them on the counter.My phone buzzed.Aria: You survived! I’m so proud of you babeAria: Also I’ve decided Ethan Cross is your new love interestAria: Forget the hot stepdaddy. This is your rom-com momentI stared at the messages but didn’t respond. Instead, I wandered through the penthouse, my footsteps echoing on the marble floors. Everything here was so clean, and expensive. The floor-to-ceiling windows drew me closer. The city stretched out