All Chapters of SIR: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The next day, the call comes in while Vincent and I are at work, reviewing a procurement report I have already flagged twice. I know it is bad news the second I see the school’s number on my screen. I stare at it for half a second too long before answering. “This is Nora Calder.” The principal’s voice is calm and practiced. “Mrs. Calder, we need you to come in. Lucy has been suspended for the rest of the day, effective immediately.” I immediately drop the pen I was holding. “Suspended? For what?!” “There has been a complaint filed regarding your daughter.” There is a pause, followed by the sound of papers shifting. “Another parent reported an incident from last week,” she says. “The matter was escalated to administration this morning.” I close my eyes. “She was attacked first,” I say. “You already have the report.” “Yes,” the woman says. “However, the other parent insists the response was excessive and unsafe.”

I’m on a call the next day when the smell of lunch drifts through the apartment. Vincent has probably made grilled cheese for Lucy and something simple for us. I head to the kitchen. Lucy is on a stool, yogurt smeared all over her face, giggling because Vincent is pretending to steal a bite. “Mommy, Daddy says I can have ice cream if I finish my granola,” she announces, waving her spoon. I raise an eyebrow at Vincent. He shrugs and grins. “Bribery works wonders.” “Only because you’re the soft one,” I say, sliding onto the stool next to Lucy and kissing her sticky cheek. “But yes, baby. Finish up, and you get ice cream.” We eat together. The conversation stays easy, mostly about Lucy’s plans for the afternoon: colouring books, maybe a movie. Vincent looks at me over her head. His face is softer than earlier, but I can still see some of the tension in the way he watches me. When Lucy jumps down to play in her room, he leans across the counter and covers my hand with his. “We n

The silence after my mistake is not quiet. It is loud, ruthless and unforgiving, as what I just said hangs in the air between us. Vincent pulls back slowly, his fingers slipping out of me with deliberate care, as if he needs the seconds to process what he just heard. His face is blank for a heartbeat, then something raw and furious moves across it. “What,” he begins, his voice very low and very controlled, “did you just say?” I sit up on the desk, yanking my skirt down, still panting from my orgasm. "Vincent–" "Don't." He stands, wiping his hand on his thigh like he needs to erase the evidence of what we just did. "Don't even try to explain that away." I slide off the desk, legs unsteady, reaching for him. "It was a mistake. I was lost in the moment–" "A mistake?" He laughs bitterly, stepping out of my reach. "You moaned your ex husband’s name.... while I was trying to make love to you." I swallow, heat rising in my cheeks, shame mixing with defensiveness. "I know how it

Author's Note: So sorry for the late update guys :( Since I started this book, I've literally never missed a day. Butttttt... my editor was on break and I made an edit to the previous chapter, so I needed it to take effect before I post this one. That said... if you've already read the previous chapter, I suggest you head back and get up to date with it's events, or else this chapter will absolutely confuse you. If you're just getting here, welcome, and carry on, the changes are already made. Once again, sorry for the late update. As an apology, I'll be releasing an extra chapter today. Have fun, sinners ;) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Do you want to remember what it feels like?" His dark but steady gaze holds mine. "Just say the word, Doll... and I'll remind you what true submission feels like." The office feels smaller now, the air thicker, every breath I take pulling more of his scent into my lungs. My heart is hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat, in my fingertips, even between my le

The elevator ride down from David’s office feels endless. My thighs are still slick beneath my dress, my lips swollen from taking him, my body humming with the orgasm he wrung out of me like it was nothing. I press my back against the mirrored wall and close my eyes, trying to breathe through the shame that’s clawing up my throat. I let him touch me. I let him bend me over his desk. I begged for it. And the second Maya’s name lit up his phone, the spell shattered like cheap glass. I can still feel his fingers inside me, the way he curled them, the way he owned every sound I made. And I hate myself for how much I wanted it. I hate that even now, standing here alone in this metal box, my clit throbs at the memory.“Stupid,” I mutter under my breath. “So incredibly stupid.” The doors slide open on the lobby level. I force my legs to move, heels clicking across marble like I’m someone who has her shit together. I’m not