บททั้งหมดของ Craving my mother's Hot Fiancé : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Melissa POV “Babe, do I really have to wear this?”My fingers fumbled with the neckline of the dress, desperately trying to tug it higher. Although it didn’t do much good.I could feel the cool air against my exposed skin, making me very aware of how much of my boobs were out.The gown was beautiful…it was made of blood red silk that hugged every curve in my body but it was way too revealing. The slit traveled dangerously high up my thigh, and every time I moved, I felt like I was giving everyone a free show.Heat crept up my neck as I caught my reflection in Troy’s car window. “You are going to look so hot in this, babe. Stop complaining.” Troy rested his hands on my thigh, his fingers trailing patterns that made my skin prickle. “Everyone is going to know you are mine.”My jaw tightened.The possessiveness in his voice irritated me, but I swallowed it down like bitter medicine.“No, everyone is going to know I have boobs.There is a difference.”“Babe, that is the point. You’ve been

Melissa Pov“We’re fine,” I said quickly, though my voice shook.“No, we are absolutely not fine,” Aria cut in, shooting me a look that said are you crazy? “Troy was our ride, and I’m not about to call an Uber at midnight from a biker lounge parking lot. Do you know how many true crime podcasts start exactly like this?”“Aria…” I started.“It’s not safe,” the stranger said, his ice-blue eyes finding mine. A smile tugged at his lips… that was the first real expression I had seen on his face. “Don’t worry, I’m not a serial killer.”Despite everything , I almost laughed. “That’s exactly what a serial killer would say.”“Fair point.” His smile widened slightly. “But I’m offering anyway.”“I accept your offer. Thank you.”“So where are you going?”Aria told him her address, and we followed him to a sleek black Audi parked at the edge of the lot. Of course he drove something expensive.The ride was quiet. I sat in the back seat, pressed against the window, trying to hold back the tears. My

Melissa povMy legs gave out. I sank onto the edge of the bed.“Are you serious?”“Dead serious. And get this…he’s exactly what you’ve been dreaming about. You want to be a sports photographer, right? Work in PR for a major team? This man is literally at the top of the industry you’re trying to break into.”The room tilted sideways.“Aria.” My voice sounded strangled. “You won’t believe what just happened.”“What? Did you see him again?”“Worse.” I could barely form the words. “So much worse.”“What could be worse than kissing a hockey mogul and going viral?”“Gavin is my mom’s fiancé.”Silence. Complete, suffocating silence.“The man I kissed…” My voice broke. “He’s going to be my stepfather.”“No. No, no, no. Melissa, are you serious right now?”“I wish I wasn’t.” Nausea rolled through me. “He’s engaged to my mother. They’re getting married in ten months. And I kissed him. I can still feel his hands on my waist, Aria. I can still…”“Melissa, breathe. You didn’t know.”“How am I suppo

Melissa’s POVSunlight through my window pulled me from restless sleep into harsh reality. I groaned, yanking the blanket over my head before giving up. My eyes felt gritty and swollen, my throat dry. Three nights of bad sleep were catching up with me.I sat up slowly, my chestnut hair falling in messy waves around my shoulders. The oversized t-shirt I’d borrowed from Aria hung off one shoulder as I reached for my phone.It was just 6:47 AM and I already had seventeen missed texts from Aria.I scrolled through them, a real smile pulling at my lips for the first time in days.Aria: Babe, you alive?Aria: If you’re dead, I’m going to kill youAria: Seriously, text me backAria: I finished a new piece. It’s angry and beautiful. You’d love it.Aria: My parents called. They threatened to cut me off again but I told them art is a real career.Aria: Okay that’s a lie. I cried for an hour then ate a whole pint of ice cream.Aria: MELISSA ANSWER ME OR I’M SHOWING UPThe last message was from t

Melissa’s POVThe subway ride to campus was really long. Every stop made me more nervous. I kept my head down with earbuds in, but I wasn’t playing music. I just didn’t want anyone to look at me.My fingers tapped on my leg. I wore my favorite jeans, a black sweater, and my denim jacket. Nothing fancy. My brown hair was in a ponytail with some pieces loose. I wore eyeliner too. I always wear eyeliner now.The train stopped and I got off. I walked to campus with everyone else. Whatever happened, I would deal with it. I already got through the worst night of my life.The coffee shop was near campus. It was small and made of brick with plants on the walls. I saw Aria through the window. Her purple hair was easy to see. She wore a big band t-shirt and ripped jeans with lots of silver rings.The bell rang when I opened the door. Aria looked up and smiled big.“There’s my girl!”I walked into her embrace, breathing in her familiar scent of paint and expensive perfume.“Are you ready for thi