All Chapters of After The Night In Miami : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Elena’s POV It was late in the afternoon , when I finally put down my pen after writing the last paper of my third year . The weight lifted off my shoulders felt unreal . I stood outside the exam hall , waiting for Mila and her boyfriend . The thought that next year would be my last year filled me with a rush of pride and relief . For someone like me , nothing ever came easy — I had to fight for everything .Money had always been tight . Every semester , I pushed myself to the edge just to keep my grades high enough to hold on to my scholarship . Mila had started university on one too , but she lost hers after failing a few classes . Her boyfriend had been covering her tuition ever since . He had the means to do it and, honestly, he adored her. They’d been together since their second year , and everyone ; even his parents , loved Mila more than their own son . Whenever the two of them fought , his parents would instantly take her side.I sometimes caught myself wishing I could find s

Elena’s POV “Yeah, babe, burst for me, hand me your first climax, flood my mouth.” Is he for real? Does he want me to gush right there? Is it urine? God, does he want to swallow my pee? No way, no way. I tried to twist away, but his palms pinned me flat ; he was the predator, I was the catch. I quit struggling.“Julian!” I cried, helpless against the surge.“Yes, my fox, come for me.”“Julian…” I wailed, liquid spilled from my core, and I was utterly gone. What just happened? I panted. He only laughed low. Stared at me ; damn, every drop my body released coated his lips and he drank it down.“Your first orgasm, baby! Sharp, I love it.”Heaven help me, what have I stepped into? This man is danger. He’s dragging me straight to ruin.He set a finger at my entrance. I yelped.With his hand he plunged in and out. I was climbing again.“It’s coming again, Julian.”“Yes, baby, come for me.” I was starting to crave it. When I shattered once more, I screamed his name.He flicked the TV on wh

Elena’s POV When Leo turned a year old, I went back to school . Balancing motherhood , part-time classes , and my cleaning work wasn’t easy, but it was something I owed myself ; and him. I freelanced here and there , took whatever small cleaning gigs I could find , and slowly started building a name for reliability . It wasn’t glamorous , but it was honest work .By the time I finally graduated , I thought the world would open up to me . Instead , I found myself staring at closed doors . Job after job turned me down , each rejection letter another reminder that I wasn’t the kind of woman they pictured in their office . Still , I refused to stop moving . If I couldn’t find an opportunity , I would build my own . Leo was four now — my sweet , curious little boy . He had a smile that could melt the hardest heart and a laugh that could brighten even my worst day . Since I didn’t have a car , I leased a tiny office space near his preschool so I could walk him there each morning and pick