Lahat ng Kabanata ng Talk to me nicely : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Simon sat on the edge of his bed, phone resting loosely in his hand, Chelle’s Instagram pulled up on the screen again. He told himself he was just scrolling… but he’d been on her page for nearly ten minutes, staring at one picture in particular.He dragged a hand down his face, confused and a little annoyed at himself. This wasn’t him. He’d always been the man who buried himself in work, the CEO who never had time to feel anything deeper than temporary attraction. He’d been with women, sexy ones ,hot ones but the spark always fizzled out before it even began.So he stopped trying. Work was safer.But Chelle… thinking about her tugged at something in his chest he hadn’t felt in years. A strange, warm tickle he couldn’t explain. It made him want to smile. . It made him wonder what she was doing right now.************************************************************** Chelle woke up before her alarm, the sky still a soft blue-grey outside her window. She wasn’t sure what got into her, sh

Though they exchanged numbers and Simon promised to call once his day winded down, Chelle was still surprised when the shrill of her phone broke her concentration. Nerves amuck, she answered in that raspy voice that didn’t look like it belonged to her. It was sexy without her even trying, “Hello,” Chelle answered, sounding out of breath.“You over there playing with my pussy?”Caught red-handed, Chelle eased her hand from her shorts. “No.”Chelle was shocked at how nasty he is and she was loving every bit of it .“You know, lying gets you punished.”“I’m not lying… do you wanna come over?” Chelle murmured, eyes fixed on her nails as she toyed with them.“Do you want me to come?” Simon’s voice dropped, low and warm, the kind of tone that made her toes curl.She opened her mouth to answer when she heard something on his end — the shuffling of keys, the soft thud of a door closing, the unmistakable hum of an engine starting.Chelle sat up straight.“Wait” she blinked, pushing her hair

Was it wrong that a tiny part of Chelle was grateful for the infestation in her old apartment? Of course it was. She knew that the moment consciousness settled fully into her body. Still, as she sat up and stretched beneath the weightless warmth of a king-size bed that felt like it had been designed to worship sleep itself, guilt barely stood a chance. The sheets were impossibly soft, the kind that slid over her skin like water, whisper-quiet and cool despite the morning heat. Every movement sent a ripple of comfort through her muscles, easing tensions she hadn’t even realized she carried.This bed alone could convert a person to luxury.Chelle leaned back against the mountain of pillows—memory foam, she realized, the expensive kind that adapted to her shape instead of fighting it. Her old mattress at the apartment sagged in the middle and squeaked a bit whenever she turned. This one didn’t make a sound, as if even noise had been priced out of existence here.The room itself was vast

Waking up beside Simon felt surreal to Chelle.The sheets were warm, his arm heavy around her waist, the quiet rhythm of his breathing steady against her back. It had been years since she’d had anything that even resembled a boyfriend—by choice. She didn’t want any man to control her or coming between her and her online sexual job . No one stepping into the carefully guarded space she’d built around her life . She hadn’t thought about that job in months. Not since Simon. Not since everything started falling into place in ways she hadn’t planned for and she was with the one that made everything make sense “My woman” The words replayed in her head, soft and dangerous. She stared at the wall, lost in it, until she felt him shift behind her. “Pawson,” Simon murmured, voice still rough with sleep. She didn’t move. “I know you’re awake” smiling like a lost cause A second later, his fingers found her stomach, light and merciless. She burst into laughter, curling away from him

Chapter 19Simon stepped into the apartment and stopped short.“Pawson?” he called.Footsteps answered him. Soft. Unhurried.Chelle appeared at the far end of the hallway, light catching on bare shoulders, the dress hugging her like it had been made with her in mind. For a second, the world seemed to narrow just her moving toward him, each step deliberate, almost ceremonial.Simon forgot how to breathe.He reached out without thinking. Chelle slipped her hand into his, warm and steady.“Your team did a great job,” she said, eyes tracing his face. “Look at me.”He smiled, a little shy, a little proud. “They just brought out what was already there.” He squeezed her fingers. “You were already beautiful.”Her cheeks warmed. “You always know what to say.” She looked him over, slow and appreciative. “You clean up nice too.”“I always look good, Pawson.”She laughed, shaking her head. “Can you just take a compliment and stop being a dick?”They were still smiling when they stepped into the c