All Chapters of Curvy Girl Returned With His Best Friend’s Baby: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lana’s POV The week went by swiftly and the Gala day has arrived. Woke up and did my morning routine and headed to the salon to start preparing for the Gala.I got to the salon around midday and started getting ready by one of the stylists there. Time had gone by without me realizing then the stylists exclamation brought me to reality.“All done and damn! You look beautiful," the stylist at the salon exclaimed, and my face stretched into a deep blush as I was surprised by my own reflection in the mirror. There was something about pink that accentuated my looks and I couldn't help but feel like a goddess. “Thank you for turning that mess into this.," I said, pointing at my reflection, completely shocked at the look I had on.This was for a Gala and I feared I might end up looking overdressed, maybe dressing and following the theme colour was a bad idea. “What happened? You don't like the look? Is something wrong? I can always adjust it to your suit if you want, though this looks pe

Lana’s POV Jace’s amusement at my thought made me feel something I couldn’t place my finger on. I immediately responded."I didn't mean to…." I started, but Jace's hand tightened on my lap, sending an involuntary shiver through me."You didn't mean to what? Think out loud, or admit that my voice affects you?" His tone was low, teasing, with an edge that made my stomach flinch.I jerked my leg away from his touch, straightening in my seat. "Neither. I was just thinking about how ridiculous this entire situation is." I said."Ridiculous?" He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "What's ridiculous is watching another man put his hands on you.""We were dancing," I hissed, aware of the guests still milling around us. "Something you do with your partner regularly, or have you forgotten?""That's different." He said."How?" I challenged, turning to face him fully. Big mistake. His eyes were dark, intense, and far too close. "Because she's just a worker and I'm—what exactly am I t

Lana’s POV The flashing cameras felt like spotlights. I stood frozen, watching as Elena's expression morphed from shock to calculated composure, the kind that came from years of public relations training."Everyone, please return to the event," she announced smoothly, her voice carrying authority despite the chaos. "There's been a minor misunderstanding that we're handling privately.""Minor?" Cole struggled to his feet, still clutching his jaw. "He assaulted me! I'm pressing charges!""Are you?" Jace's voice was eerily calm now, almost bored. "I'd love to hear you explain to the police why you were forcing yourself on my employee. I'm sure the security footage from the garden cameras will be very enlightening."Cole's face paled. "There are no cameras here.""Aren't there?" Jace smiled coldly. "This is a high-profile charity event, Cole. Did you really think we wouldn't have surveillance everywhere? Especially after the incident last year?"I had no idea if Jace was bluffing, but it

Lana’s POV I woke up to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the warm weight of an arm across my waist. For a moment, I forgot where I was. Then memories of last night came flooding back, Jace's hands on my skin, his whispered promises against my lips.Oh God.I slept with Jace."I can hear you overthinking from here," Jace's sleep-rough voice rumbled against my shoulder. "Stop it.""Easy for you to say," I muttered, acutely aware that I was wearing his shirt and nothing else. "Our lives were complicated the moment you walked into my office six months ago." He pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder. "This just makes it official."I turned to face him, finding him already watching me with those intense eyes. His hair was mussed, jaw shadowed with stubble, and he looked unfairly good for someone who'd gotten maybe three hours of sleep."What are we doing, Jace?" I asked softly. "Really doing?""Honestly?" He traced lazy patterns on my hip. "I have no idea. But I know I don't

Lana’s POVWeeks went by and I got the investment from Jace and went back to work fully at the foundation which had been doing well, thanks to Jace and his influence in helping us get donations and support from people.One evening, the office was unusually quiet that evening, the kind of quiet that felt unnatural, almost deliberate, like the world itself had paused for a moment to watch me. The hum of the fluorescent lights above my head was oppressive, vibrating through the air and settling uncomfortably in my chest. Normally, I found the soft buzz soothing, a background rhythm to keep my mind anchored. But tonight it grated against my nerves, each flicker of light a reminder that I was utterly alone, at least in the physical sense.I sat at my desk, hands wrapped around a half-empty mug of coffee that had long since cooled. I could feel the faint stain of it on my fingers, the rough ceramic a grounding sensation against my skin, but it did nothing to steady the tremor creeping thr