All Chapters of Entangled with the wrong man : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11: Handsome devil

Isaac’s voice. Low. Familiar.I opened the door. He stepped inside, hands in his pockets, looking every bit the polished lawyer in his charcoal suit. But his eyes were tired.“Your mom already left in the convoy,” he said. “Figured you wouldn’t want to ride with her today.”I exhaled. “Thank God. I’ll meet her at church.”He closed the distance, voice soft. “I’m sorry about last night, baby. I panicked. I should’ve come in after you. I shouldn’t have left with Avery.”I looked at him—really looked. The slump in his shoulders, the way he kept swallowing like the words hurt. Guilt twisted in my stomach.“I overreacted,” I said quietly.“No. You didn’t.” He took my hands, thumbs brushing my knuckles. “I deserved every word. I just… I don’t want to lose you.”“We’re not breaking up,” I told him, forcing a smile. “You’re still the only man I’ve ever loved. You’re going to be my husband.”He searched my face. “Then why postpone the wedding?”The question landed like a stone in still water.

Chapter 12: The things you love

~ Druscilla ~I kept my eyes locked on the pulpit like it was the only safe place in the whole sanctuary. One careless turn of my head and I’d see him—sitting there in the third pew like he belonged, broad shoulders stretching that charcoal suit, dark hair catching the stained-glass light. What the hell is he doing here? Gangsters don’t just show up to Presbyterian service on a Sunday morning. Do they?“Druscilla.” My mother’s voice sliced through my scattered thoughts. “I want you to welcome the new members.”I blinked. “What?”Patricia leaned in, voice low so only I could hear. “Three new faces today. One of them is important. He wrote the church a very generous check.”“Wow. Bless him. Must be a good man.”She cut her eyes across the aisle. “He is. Though you wouldn’t guess it from the look of him.”I followed her gaze and my stomach dropped straight through the floor.Ivanov.Before I could finish the thought, my mother gave me a little push between the shoulder blades. “Go on.

Chapter 13: The things I want to do to you

~ IVANOV ~Druscilla was leading the way, her steps light and eager as she pointed out every hidden gem in the sprawling church compound. The air carried that faint, musty scent of old stone and polished wood, mixed with the distant hum of city traffic filtering through the trees outside. We'd wandered through lush gardens dotted with blooming azaleas, their petals a riot of pink against the green, and past the quiet library where dust motes danced in the sunlight streaming through stained-glass windows. Now, we were climbing the wide, creaky staircase to the middle floor, each step echoing softly in the empty hall.I couldn't shake the jolt I'd felt earlier that morning, stepping into the sanctuary and spotting her there in the pew, her red hair catching the light like a flame in the dim glow of the candles. My breath had hitched, caught in my throat, rushing out and back in all at once. There she was—my enemy's bride-to-be. Isaac Keane's woman. Why the hell was she popping up everyw

Chapter 14: They don't fit you

~ Ivanov~"Yes," she whispered, so soft it was like a breath of wind.A smile tugged at my lips, satisfaction blooming in my chest.I dropped to my knees, pushing her legs apart, spreading them wide. Then I released her neck.Those sea-blue eyes stayed glued to my face, watching every move.I hooked my fingers into her lace tights—felt like a second skin clinging to her—and tugged them down. Next came her black cotton panties, soaked through with a dark circle of wetness that told me everything I needed to know. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deep—her scent was intoxicating, musky and sweet, like forbidden fruit.I shoved them into my pocket."I think I need to get you some new panties," I groaned, the words coming out thick.My hands found her mound, rubbing tenderly, feeling the heat pouring off her."Oh!" She shivered, her hips circling slow, like she was chasing the sensation. "What's wrong with the panties I wore?" Her question trembled out as she braced herself on the lower

Chapter 15: Fake-ass church girl

~ Druscilla ~Once again, that handsome devil has proven I'm nothing but a liar. A fake-ass church girl who pretends to be all pure and holy while secretly craving a thick cock buried deep inside her.Two hours and thirteen minutes since I left the church. Two hours and thirteen minutes since I sat at the dining table.I can’t stop thinking about him.Ivanov.I shift my hips against the chair and the friction makes me bite the inside of my cheek. Hard. Because even that tiny movement drags my dress across my clit and—God—there it is again. The memory is so vivid it feels like betrayal in real time.I can still feel his breath.Not just on me. Inside me.How the hell is that even possible? Two hours gone and it’s like he never left. Like his mouth is still sealed against me, hot exhales pulsing right where I’m softest, deepest. Every slow, deliberate breath he took while he was down there—while his tongue was flat and lazy and then suddenly flicking fast—those breaths are still vibrati

Chapter 16: Not choose is also choosing

~ISAAC~I was buried balls-deep inside Avery, thrusting hard, when Druscilla's call lit up my phone on the nightstand. The screen glowed in the dim light of my bed room, her name flashing like a damn warning sign. I ignored it, sweat slicking my skin as I drove into her, the slap of our bodies echoing off the walls."Oh yeah! Harder... harder, baby...," Avery moaned, her voice raw and breathy, fingers digging into my ass cheeks, nails biting like little pinpricks that only amped up the heat.But my mind wandered for a split second. Druscilla could never give me this kind of wild abandon. Too conservative, too wrapped up in her churchy ways, too damn disciplined. Still, she was the smart play. Untouched, loaded with family money, and once we tied the knot, I'd be calling the shots at Hayes Company. My old man and Robin Hayes had cooked up that deal years back, and hell if I knew why it landed in my lap like a golden ticket. Didn't matter. I was all about securing my future, building a

Chapter 17: They trust you. Not me

~Druscilla ~I stood at the window in my bedroom, staring down at the circular driveway bathed in the soft glow of landscape lights. Isaac's sleek black Mercedes sat there like it owned the place, engine idling low, headlights cutting sharp beams through the evening haze.When the hell did he pull up?I'd crashed hard after calling him over and over—straight to voicemail every damn time. Figured he'd ghosted me for the night. But here he was now. Whatever I'd wanted to scream at him over the phone, I could say it to his face.I yanked open the closet door, fingers brushing silk and satin until I found the black dinner dress—the simple one with the discreet slit that climbed just past my knee. Slipped it on, the fabric cool against my skin. A quick dust of powder, a swipe of mascara to lift my lashes, a bold red lip that felt like armor. My hair was a tangled mess from the nap, so I dragged the comb through it until it fell smooth and heavy down my back.I stepped back, met my own eyes

Chapter 18: Who is he?

~ Druscilla ~The dim glow of neon signs buzzed overhead, casting a hazy blue tint across the crowded bar. Bodies swayed to the thumping bass of some old rock tune blasting from the speakers, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air like a chaotic symphony. I slid onto a stool at the counter, the worn leather cool against my bare thighs where the slit in my dress rode up. My head pounded, a storm of thoughts swirling like a tornado I couldn't outrun."Please give me the strongest drink you have here," I said to the bartender, my voice barely cutting through the noise. He had piercings glinting under the lights—rings through his eyebrows, nose, lips—like he'd turned his face into a piece of modern art. The guy looked more feminine than masculine, with soft features and a sway in his hips. Probably part of the LGBTQ crowd, I figured. But hey, that wasn't my circus, not my monkeys. Right now, my own mess was enough to drown in."Here you go," he replied, sliding a short glass half-f

Chapter 19: Let her go

I scratched the back of my head, nerves jangling. "Uhm... he's Ivan," I said, voice shaky from the tipsiness and the near-miss. "He... he comes to church..." "Oh... Okay," Avery replied, her eyes bouncing between us like she was piecing together a puzzle. How much had she seen? The lean-in? The almost-kiss? My mind raced, but the alcohol muddled it. "Ivan meet Avery, my best friend," I pushed on, trying to sound normal despite the buzz humming in my veins. "Avery meet Ivan..." "Nice to meet," Avery said, extending her hand with a polite smile. "Same here," he replied, taking it in a firm shake. Then silence hung heavy between us, thick as fog. Awkward, loaded. Ivan caught the hint and stepped away to the next stool over, but his eyes stayed glued to me, watchful and intense. "What are you doing here?" Avery asked the second he was out of earshot, her brow furrowed in concern. I waved at the bartender for another round, the motion sloppy. He nodded and poured. "I need to be uns

Chapter 20: My Fiancee

~ IVANOV ~“LET. HER. GO,” the fucking blonde snarled at me, his voice cutting through the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses like a knife.I locked eyes with him, staring straight into those cold, calculating browns. Isaac Kaene. My enemy.He had no goddamn clue who was standing right in front of him.I tightened my hold on Druscilla, my fingers brushing a stray strand of her fiery red hair away from her flushed cheek, the silky lock slipping like water through my grasp. I ignored him completely, letting the tension build in the air between us, thick as the fog rolling in off the Hudson.His hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles whitening, veins popping along his forearms like cords ready to snap.“Who the hell are you?” I asked, my voice low and steady, carrying that edge I knew could make men rethink their choices.“I’m her fiancee,” he shot back, his gaze raking over me from head to toe, sizing me up like I was some street punk not worth his time.Druscilla just st

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