All Chapters of Entangled with the wrong man : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~ Druscilla ~Isaac and Avery froze in the doorway, staring at me like I'd just sprouted horns. Their faces were a perfect mix of shock and something uglier—maybe guilt, maybe just plain disbelief."Isaac. Avery..." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "What the hell are you two doing here?"Isaac recovered first, crossing his arms like he owned the place. "We should be asking you the same damn thing, Dru. What are you doing in Lydia Barnes's office?"I leaned back against the desk, folding my arms under my chest. "I work here.""You work here?" He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "No way in hell.""And why's that?" I shot back, letting a small smirk tug at my lips."We're here to see Lydia," he said, glancing at Avery like she might back him up. "But seriously—what are you doing in her office?""I'm her personal assistant." I kept it short, clipped.Isaac barked another laugh, this one sharper. "Lydia hired you? As her assistant?"I pulled my ID badge from my blazer pocket and

~ ISAAC ~I had just wrapped up a meeting with my new assistant, Alicia.Sharp woman. Quick mind. The kind that doesn’t need things repeated twice. My former assistant had gone on maternity leave, so Alicia was stepping in for now. Temporary, but already proving useful.I grabbed my car keys, glancing at my reflection in the glass door before stepping out.I had a date with Avery.We were going to pick out an engagement ring. She had been talking about it nonstop for days, her voice always bubbling with excitement, like a child counting down to Christmas morning.Funny how things change.You’re probably wondering why I suddenly decided to keep the baby.Simple.Reality hit me like a brick.Druscilla was never going to be mine again.Not after everything.Not after the way she looks at him now… like he hung the damn moon.She doesn’t pick my calls. Doesn’t return my messages. Hell, she avoids me like I carry a disease. Like I’m something rotten she accidentally stepped on.And yet…Ave

~ DRUSCILLA ~“You mean you really want to open a Mexican restaurant?”I lifted another taco from the plate, took a bite, and let out a soft, satisfied hum as the flavors melted on my tongue. My eyes widened a little.“Wow… this is really good,” I said, glancing at him with a smile. “I didn’t know you could cook like this.”Ivan leaned closer, his fingers brushing the corner of my mouth. He wiped away a smear of sauce, slow and deliberate. The touch sent a sharp shiver down my spine.“I can be anything you want me to be,” he murmured.His gaze dropped to my lips. Heavy. Intent. Like he was already imagining how I’d taste.My breath hitched.I leaned in first, my hand settling on his shoulder, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt. Our noses brushed. Warm. Intimate. Familiar.And then our lips met.No hesitation.No thinking.Just heat.I kissed him hard, pouring everything into it. Weeks of comfort. Safety. Something dangerously close to love.He kissed me back just as

~ IVANOV ~It has been one week, four days, twenty four hours and thirty two minutes since I last saw her.Yeah. I counted.Every damn second.Druscilla has not picked up a single call. Not one reply. Not even a dry, cold text to tell me to get lost.Nothing.And that is what is eating me alive.“Calm down, boss,” Pedro said, leaning back like this was nothing. “Maybe she’s just busy with work or something.”I turned my head slowly and shot him a look so sharp it could cut skin.He straightened instantly.“She can’t be that busy,” I said, my voice low but tight, like something was about to snap. “Not to the point where she ignores me completely.”My chest felt heavy. Like someone had their hand wrapped around my heart, squeezing. Not enough to kill me. Just enough to make every breath hurt.“I know her,” I continued, dragging my hand through my hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. “She doesn’t go a single day without talking to me. Not one. And now she just disappears? No explan

The private elevator hummed upward, and the second the doors slid open into Ivan’s penthouse, his hand was already at the small of my back—hot, possessive, steering me inside like I belonged to him. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering Manhattan skyline, but I couldn’t focus on anything except the way my pulse hammered in my throat. I’d teased him for weeks. Tonight he was cashing in every filthy promise he’d ever growled against my ear.“You’ve teased me long enough,” he rasped, lips brushing the shell of my ear, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. “Tonight I keep my promise. I’m going to fuck you, ruin you—edge you, break you, fill every hole until you’re a senseless, dripping mess who can’t even think straight.”Heat flooded between my thighs so fast my knees nearly buckled. Before I could answer, he spun me and slammed my back against the cool glass. His mouth crashed down on mine, claiming, devouring, tongue fucking my mouth the way I already knew he plan