All Chapters of Craving My Mother's Hot Fiancé: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~Melissa~I couldn’t catch my breath.My body still hummed with aftershocks as I stood in Gavin’s private bathroom, gripping the marble counter for support. The toy had stopped vibrating…finally…but my nerves were shot from anticipation. From not knowing when he’d turn it back on.I cleaned myself up quickly, fixed my ponytail, reapplied my lipstick. My reflection looked almost normal. Almost.The walk to the conference room felt surreal. Each step was steady, controlled, but underneath I was acutely aware of what was inside me. Of what Gavin could do with a single press of a button hidden in his pocket.The conference room was already half full when I arrived. Marcus sat near the head of the table, reviewing something on his tablet. Sarah from PR was chatting with a few department heads. And Cassandra, I’d heard some people call her…sat perfectly poised in her navy dress, her expression serene.I took a seat and opened my notebook, determined to appear professional.Then Gavin walked

~Melissa~ Cassandra’s face had gone from pale to crimson. She stood abruptly, her chair scraping loudly. “This is…this is fabricated! Someone edited this footage…”“Sit down, Cassandra.” Gavin’s voice was ice.She didn’t sit. “I’m being framed! This is clearly manipulated…”“The metadata confirms the footage is unaltered.” Gavin gestured to the screen. “It was the original file. Original timestamp. Taken from your office security camera that you somehow forgot existed.”The vibration surged higher.My vision blurred. My legs trembled.Oh God. Oh God no.“That’s not…I never…” Cassandra’s voice pitched higher, desperate now. “You have to believe me, this isn’t…”“The man in the footage is Gerald Pierce,” Gavin continued calmly. “Former employee. Fired six months ago for embezzlement. He’s currently under investigation by the FBI.” He looked directly at Cassandra. “Did you really think we wouldn’t find the connection?”The toy pulsed in waves now. Strong. Overwhelming.I couldn’t hold b

~Melissa~I practically floated through the front door, my body still humming with residual pleasure and anticipation.Tonight. He’d said tonight.Every inch of you.Heat pooled low in my belly at the memory of his text. After everything that had happened today…the accusation, the humiliation, the devastating orgasm in front of everyone…I should have been exhausted. Traumatized, even. But I liked it. Gavin was bringing out a side of me I didn’t even know existed.Instead, all I could think about was what Gavin would do to me when we were finally alone.I kicked off my heels and headed toward the stairs, already mentally planning what to wear. Something that would drive him crazy. Something he could rip off me.I paused when I saw my mom on the bottom step, her shoulders slumped, her perfectly styled hair falling loose around her face. She looked small. Fragile. Nothing like the confident woman who’d left for work this morning.It was like someone had poured ice water over my head.All

~Melissa~The world exploded into motion.The force slammed me back against the seat as Jason floored the accelerator. The engine screamed, a primal roar that drowned out everything else. Buildings blurred into streaks of light and shadow.We shot forward like a bullet from a gun.The other car was right beside us…a silver beast with neon underglow that cast eerie shadows on the asphalt. I could see the driver’s profile, his jaw was set, hands white-knuckled on the wheel.Jason’s expression was pure focus. His eyes tracked the road ahead, calculating, and predicting his movement. His hand moved over the gearshift with precision.The first turn came up fast. Too fast.My fingers dug into the seat but Jason didn’t slow down.Instead, he yanked the wheel hard right. The car tilted, tires screeching, the back end sliding out. For a heart-stopping second, I thought we’d spin out completely and crash.Then Jason stirred right, and we shot out of the turn even faster than before.The silver c

~Melissa~The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating.Gavin stood by the window, backlit by the afternoon sun, his white shirt still unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked like every fantasy I’d ever had and every mistake I’d ever made rolled into one devastatingly beautiful package.“Melissa.” He said my name again, and something in his tone made my pulse spike. “We need to talk.”I didn’t know why, but every instinct screamed at me to run.To put distance between us. To get out of this room before something happened that I couldn’t take back.My feet moved before my brain caught up.I turned toward the door.I didn’t even make it three steps.His arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me back against his chest. One arm banded across my waist, the other hand splaying possessively over my stomach.“Gavin, let me go.” My voice came out shaky, desperate. “Please let me go.”“No.” The word was final.Tears burned behind my eyes. I tried to pus