Semua Bab Tempted By The Sweetest Sin: Bab 21 - Bab 30

I stared at Eric, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. His words hung in the air between us—"Let’s make a deal, Sabrina."—and they felt like a trap snapping shut. He was still caging me against the wall, his body so close I could feel the heat radiating off him, making my skin tingle in ways I hated. His blue eyes bored into mine, intense and unblinking, like he was daring me to say yes to whatever twisted idea was brewing in his head. "Take your deal and shove it up your ass," I spat, my voice sharper than I intended. I tried to sound tough, but inside, I was a mess—my pulse racing, my breaths coming too fast. I didn't know what he was playing at, but I wasn't about to let him pull me into his games. He didn't flinch. Instead, that infuriating smirk crept back onto his lips, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring my defiance. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze dropping to my mouth for a split second before flicking back up. "You want Frank to like you back, right?" The

For a few seconds, I just stood there on the driveway, frozen like an idiot, staring at the stunning blonde woman who had just stepped out of the expensive car. Tina’s voice exploded behind me before I could even move.“Oh my God! Diana! You’re here!”Tina came running out of the house like she’d been waiting all year for this exact moment. She practically jumped into the woman's arms, giggling, squealing, squeezing her like they were long-lost sisters.Diana laughed, flipping her perfect hair back. “Babeeee! It took forever to get here. Traffic was insane.”The way they hugged… the way they clung to each other… like royalty greeting royalty.Then Tina pulled back, held Diana’s hands, and said loudly—loudly, like she wanted the whole neighborhood to hear:“Eric hasn’t stopped talking about you!”The words punched me right in the stomach.Eric.Talking about her.And why wouldn’t he? Just look at her. She was the kind of woman men changed their lives for. The kind of woman who walked i

"We’re getting married, Eric.” Diana’s words hung in the air like a bad smell I couldn’t wave away. Her lips curled into that smug little smirk she’d practiced in the mirror since she was twelve. I stared at her for half a second. Then I threw my head back and laughed. I laughed so hard my chest hurt, one hand clutching my ribs like she’d just told the funniest fucking joke on the planet. “Wait, wait—” I wheezed, wiping my eye with the heel of my hand. “You seriously think I’m going to marry you?” Diana’s smile faltered. “Eric—” “No, no, hold on,” I said, still laughing, the sound dark and mean. “Let me get this straight. You think I’m gonna put a ring on the finger of a spoiled little brat who’s spent her whole life thinking the world owes her whatever she points at?” I leaned in, voice dropping. “Do I look like a fucking Chanel bag to you, Diana?” Her mouth opened, closed, opened again. “You can’t talk to me like that.” I shook my head, the laughter dying into some

She folded her arms like a queen waiting for a servant to obey her. Chin lifted. Smug smile nailed permanently to her face. That kind of arrogance that made my skin itch. She was really standing there. Waiting for me to kneel. In the middle of the lobby. Like I was some kind of desperate dog she could command. I stared at her for a second—long enough for disbelief to twist into something sharp in my chest—then a small laugh slipped out. It wasn’t funny, but it was either laugh or scream. “Did you just tell me to kneel?” I asked, blinking slowly. She nodded like a toddler proud of saying a full sentence. “Hmh-hmm. It’s not that hard. I said what I said.” My mouth fell open for a second, then closed, then opened again. “You mean… me? Kneel down in front of you?” She shrugged casually. “You want the job, don’t you?” I let out another short laugh, louder this time. “So you think I’ll kneel in front of you just because I want a job I’m not even likely to get—because you’

The music was already pounding by the time I stepped out of the tiny staff room—bass-heavy, fast, the kind that crawled under your skin and vibrated in your ribs. Lights flashed across the floor in quick, dizzy sweeps, painting the crowd in shades of red and blue and gold. People were everywhere—laughing too loudly, drinking too much, leaning too close. And me? I was standing there tugging at my dress for the thousandth time. The uniform they’d given me earlier lay heavy on my skin. A short black dress. Tight. Too tight. The kind of dress that clung to everything you didn’t want it to cling to. My boobs were spilling over the neckline, and no matter how many times I yanked the fabric up, gravity won. Every. Single. Time. I wanted to crawl out of my own body. But I didn’t have a choice. Rent was hanging over my head. Two weeks was all I had. I needed money. I needed tips. I needed anything. So I sucked in a breath, squared my shoulders, and stepped deeper into the club. Rosa—