All Chapters of Craving my mother's Hot Fiancé : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Melissa’s POVI sat on the edge of my bed, phone pressed to my ear, listening to it ring once, twice…“Hello, sweetheart.”Mom’s voice came through the phonr, and something in my chest loosened.“Mom, when are you coming back? It’s been up to a week. I miss you.”“I’m coming back soon, honey. I’ve just been very occupied.” There was something in her voice. Something I couldn’t quite place but I was really worried. “But I love you and I miss you. Just take care of yourself, okay?”“Are you okay? You sound… different.”“I’m fine, baby. Actually, I have something to tell you when I get back.”My hand tightened on the phone. “You have something to tell me? Did something happen?”“No, baby, nothing serious.” She said it too quickly. “But I’ll tell you everything when I’m back, okay? I love you.”“I love you too, Mom.”The line went dead.I stared at my phone for a long moment. Something was off. Mom never sounded that… evasive. But I didn’t have time to dwell on it. The tournament is tomo

Melissa’s POV“Good girl.”The words hung in the air, thick with promise. Gavin’s eyes darkened as he lifted me higher on the table, spreading my legs wider with his strong hands. The cool wood pressed against my back, but I barely felt it…his gaze burned hotter than anything else in the room.He stepped back just enough to rake his eyes over me, from my flushed cheeks down to my heaving chest, lingering on the curve of my hips, the tremble in my thighs. He looked at me like I was a meal laid out for him. Like something decadent and forbidden he’d been starving for. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and a low growl rumbled from his chest.“Look at you, piccola,” he murmured, voice rough with hunger. “Spread out like a feast. All mine to devour.”“Dio mio, piccola… sei una meraviglia che non dovrebbe esistere.”
(My God, little one… you’re a wonder that shouldn’t even exist.)“What does that mean Gavin?”Instead of answering he just stared at me . I shivered under that stare, my bo

Melissa's Pov I needed air. The arena felt suffocating after the loss. The celebration happened around Sterling’s section. I slipped out of the owner’s box while Gavin was talking to the coaching staff and headed down the corridor toward the exit.The hallway was quieter here. Away from the crowds. I could only hear the muffled sound of celebration bleeding through the walls.I leaned against the cool concrete and closed my eyes.“Well, well, well.”My eyes snapped open. Tasha stood at the end of the hallway. Still in her Sterling media credentials. With a camera hanging around her neck. Her face still had that annoying smile.She started walking toward me slowly. Like she was attempting to catwalk, but it just looked funny.“It’s been a while, Melissa.”I straightened and forced my expression to be calm even though my heart was racing. “Tasha.”“Did you enjoy the game?” She stopped a few feet away. Close enough that I could see the gleam in her eyes. “I know I did.”I said nothing.

Gavin’s POVThe bar was loud. The music was pumping. People were shouting, the entire Titans team and coaching staff crammed into the VIP section, and drinks flowed freely.They deserved every second of celebration because they worked hard for it and they earned it.Jake Morrison stood on a table, with the championship trophy held over his head, leading the entire section in some drinking song I didn’t recognize. The rest of the team joined in,their voices blending into a chaotic but joyful noise.I sat back in my seat, with a whiskey in my hand, and watched.Rodriguez was doing shots with the coaching staff. Davis was trying to convince the DJ to play some obscure punk song. The goalies were in a heated debate about something that involved a lot of hand gestures.And across from me, in the booth on the opposite side of the table, sat Melissa.She’d been laughing with some of the younger players. Taking photos of everyone. just capturing moments because that’s who she was.But now her

Third Person POVThe private plane touched down at Teterboro just after three in the afternoon.Diana descended the stairs slowly, a massive wide-brimmed hat covering most of her head, oversized sunglasses hiding her eyes. The wind caught the hat’s brim, making it flutter dangerously.Then a particularly strong gust lifted it completely off her head.It tumbled through the air, spinning like a dark bird. Someone caught it mid-flight.Jason.He stood at the bottom of the stairs, the hat now in his hands, and a smile playing at his lips.Diana had already gotten to the bottom of the stairs, her red hair catching the afternoon light now that it was free. She looked elegant and well composed. Like she’d just returned from a spa retreat rather than two weeks away.Jason held out the hat.“I thought you’d never come back,” he said.Diana took the hat, but didn’t put it back on. “How could I do such a thing?” Her smile was sharp. “Did you miss me?”“Of course I did.” He stepped closer. “So m