All Chapters of Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The resort suite overlooked rolling hills dotted with early summer wildflowers, the kind of view that belonged in postcards rather than the complicated mess Dominic had dragged them into. He’d arrived early, pacing the spacious living area with its plush sectional, gas fireplace, and floor-to-ceiling windows. The massive king bed in the adjacent room felt like both a promise and a trap. Dominic had stocked the minibar with whiskey and water, laid out lube and condoms on the nightstand like tools for a deliberate takedown. His plan was simple on paper: pull Kyle in until he was addicted, then remind him exactly how rejection felt. In practice, his stomach twisted with equal parts anticipation and dread.The knock came just after ten. Dominic opened the door to find Kyle standing there with a small duffel, wearing jeans and a gray Henley that hugged his chest. He looked nervous, hopeful—blue eyes searching Dominic’s face immediately.“You actually showed,” Dominic said, stepping asi

🌹 1 🌹 Looking at the colors displayed on the platter, she dropped her paint brush with a sigh. She needed a particular color to complete the painting but none seemed right to her. This was one of her hobbies. Actually, more of a talent and skill. She loves reading, swimming and just staying indoors, cooking or baking. Joan let out a long lazy sigh. "Someone's already missing me?" Noah's voice made her jump a little. "Hey! What are you doing here?" She quickly rushed to the door, peeped out and locked it. He had one hand behind him. "Cold as ice, her beautiful eyes. Sensational smile that melts my heart." He started. Joan blushed profusely. "Pink as rose whenever she flush. A kiss from her, adrenaline rush." He continued. "Noah, stop being goofy and cheeky." She wrapped her hands around his neck on tiptoes. "Oh baby, it's beautiful when I'm in your arms. Is this love or is it a charm?" He added. Joan couldn't help but giggle. "My heart keeps calling your name. An

🌹 3 🌹 Noah majestically walked over to them in the spacious living room with such an aura as his presence filled the room, along with his delicious scent. He wore a white long sleeves with black office trousers and oxford shoes. The buttons were undone from his neck to his chest and his silky hair neatly trimmed to the back. “Mr. Grey.” Franklin hurried to him. “I was just about leaving for the meeting.” He bowed a little. “You bastard!” Vera's mouth sharply dropped. “Vera!” Joyce gasped and held her daughter back from confronting Noah for whatever reason it was. “Behave yourself!” She whispered, throwing a fake smile at Noah. “Forgive her manners, she just got back into the country, jet lag perhaps?” “Do not speak for me!” Vera peeled herself off Joyce. “Do you know what this man…” “Shut up Vera!” Franklin firmly said, trying to hide his nervousness. “Daddy!” “Vee, please.” Joan looked over to her. “Fine.” Vera hissed. “Vera this is Noah, I'm pretty sure

🌹 5 🌹 Vera lazily walked down the stairs with a long yawn. Her hair was in a mess and she wore pink pajamas. She felt an itch on her left butt and scratched it with deep satisfaction accompanied by a smile. “Why is nobody getting me coffee?!” She sounded sleepy. But then noticed Noah, proudly seated in the living room with some papers in his hand. He was looking at her. “Oh shit!” She immediately halted. “How long have you been seated there?” “That itch must have been so good.” He smirked. Fuck! Vera felt like evaporating but she wasn't ready to let him get to her. “Is it just me or are you too comfortable in our house?” She approached him. “My house, you mean?” “Did you come in here to brag about your properties? Why are you always here?” She folded her hands on her chest. Noah turned to briefly look at her and back at his documents. “I'm talking to you!” She angrily stomped her foot. That was when she smelled the delicious aroma dancing out of the k

🌹 7 🌹 Joan looked at herself in the mirror in her new wedding dress. Vera patiently waited for a comment. “Vee,” Joan turned her head to the side to look at her anxious sister. “This dress is beautiful! It's really pretty!” She exclaimed. “Really!? I'm so happy, you like it?” Vera smiled like a five year old. Joan sadly liked the fact that Vera loves what she does. That joy was so priceless. “It's…it's um.. it's really hot.” “You say that like it's a bad thing?” Vera rolled her eyes as her smile faded. “I'm getting married, not going to the club.” Joan pointed out. “This dress is revealing so much! I'm coming from a decent home, what do you want them to think? That I've become a slut overnight because I'm getting married to their son?” “Who gives two fucks what they think?” Vera scoffed. “I bet you this is how they like women in their social classes to dress. They want it like this, like all those models.” “I'm not a model.” “You are hotter than a model. Th