All Chapters of Forbidden Desires: Mr Blackwell: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Parking has never been a problem when you step out with serena. Being VIP has its privileges. The valet takes the car as we climb down, heels hitting the pavement with confidence we didn’t arrive with but somehow always find once the night starts. Ethanol & Vibe glows ahead of us; our regular spot, familiar and loud even from outside. Lucas had oversped on the way, so we pause, waiting for Zoe and Lavi to catch up. I smooth my dress instinctively, inhaling once, grounding myself. No overthinking. Not tonight. The dress is a backless, V-neck black number that barely qualifies as clothing. It stops right under my butt, half my stomach exposed, nothing but rope hugging my body in all the right places. It clings, accentuates, announces me before I speak. I look good. I know that but knowing and believing are two different things. Serena stands beside me, giggling, glowing, wearing confidence like it was stitched into her skin. At 6’2, tall and slim with a model’s posture, she commands

This headache is definitely punishment. My head feels like it’s being used as a drum, and I briefly consider ripping it off just to know peace. At least the curtains are drawn and my stomach isn’t doing gymnastics……small mercies. serena is still knocked out beside me, which is shocking because she’s usually awake before the sun. I sit up slowly, testing my balance. Bad idea. The room spins. I stand anyway. Mistake number two. I stumble forward and land straight on her. “Did you just fall on me with that big ass of yours?” she mumbles. “Do you have aspirin?” I groan. “There should be some downstairs,” she says, rolling over. “Get me too.” I splash water on my face, rinse my mouth, and head down, following the quiet sounds of the house. Just as I reach the bottom step, the smell hits me. Madam Tracy’s Sunday stew. My stomach betrays me immediately. I turn toward the first-aid kit—and freeze. Soren. He turns at the same time. My heart skips like it remembers something my br

The sound of an alarm jolts me out of my sleep. Half-asleep, I search around blindly for my phone to shut it off. When I reach it and realize it isn’t vibrating, my eyes snap open. This isn’t my alarm. I sit up so fast my head spins. Where am I? I turn on the bedside lamp, and only then do I calm down. I’m in Serena’s room. I exhale shakily and reach for the table clock, switching it off. “Serena,” I call out once. Then again. No answer. Maybe she’s gone for her morning run. I plug my phone in, and almost immediately, a notification pops up from Serena. You drunk ass girl. You said you wouldn’t be drinking again. And what happened last night that had my dad bringing you home? I drop my phone like it just burned me. “Oh my God,” I screech. Memories rush in, disjointed and sharp. I remember entering The Olive Bar. Sitting with Soren. Laughing. After that? ….Nothing. “I’m becoming irresponsible. Reckless,” I mutter to myself. I FaceTime Serena, mumbling half-explanations