Semua Bab Off Limit: Fucked By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Freya's POV The phone kept buzzing in my hand. My stomach dropped so fast I almost threw up. It was my dad. Tristan Lennox. After I publicly humiliated the family at the wedding. After I slept with Ryder and Dylan walked in on us. Of course Dylan must have told him what happened by now. I was too angry at that time to think of the consequence of sleeping with Ryder. Now look at my condition. My fingers shook so badly I almost dropped the phone. I didn’t want to answer. I didn’t want to hear his voice. He always uses that cold, disappointed tone with me, like I was the biggest mistake he ever made. But I couldn’t ignore it either. I swiped to answer, held the phone to my ear, and whispered, “Hello?” “Freya.” His voice was flat, void of warmth. “Come home. Now. We need to talk.” My throat closed. “O-okay,” I managed, voice barely audible. He hung up. I stared at the blank screen for a long moment, before setting it down. I have to leave now. I

Freya's POV “Fired?” The word slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. For a moment, I simply stared at my boss, certain I had heard him wrong. “What… what have I done?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Sir, there must be some mistake. How can I be fired just like that?” He looked uncomfortable, shifting slightly where he stood. “I’m sorry, Miss Freya,” he said again, his tone heavy. “But the decision wasn’t entirely mine.” My brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?” He sighed. “The company has a new partner. He recently bought half of the shares. And he doesn’t want you working here anymore.” The words felt unreal. “Doesn’t… want me?” I repeated slowly. “Yes,” he said quietly. “He made it clear, he doesn’t like you and doesn’t want to see you in the office again. So he asked that you be fired immediately.” For a moment, everything around me seemed to spin. It felt like some cruel magic had been cast over my life. Just days ago, I had been dumped

Freya’s POV For several long seconds after he walked in, I remained completely frozen in my seat. My brain refused to process what my eyes had just seen. Ryder Hawthorne. Of all the places in the world… him. The man strode into the office in a perfectly tailored dark suit, his long confident steps echoing faintly against the polished floor. His presence filled the room so completely that the air itself seemed to tighten around him. My heart slammed violently against my ribs. No… this can’t be happening. My fingers curled against the edge of my desk as disbelief washed over me. Of all the companies I could have applied to… of all the buildings in the city… I had somehow ended up working for him. My ex-fiancé’s stepfather. The man I had seduced. The man I had slept with. A wave of heat rushed up my neck as memories of that night flashed uncontrollably through my mind—the dim lights, the tension in the air, the way his hands had felt on my skin, the low, dangerou

Ryder's POV I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head since that night.The moment she left my house, still flushed, still trembling, still carrying the scent of me on her skin, something shifted inside me, something I couldn’t name and didn’t want to examine. I told myself it was just sex. Just a mistake. Just a moment of weakness after years of keeping everyone at arm’s length. She was young enough to be my daughter, for God’s sake. She was Dylan’s ex-fiancée. Letting her stay in my head any longer than necessary would be reckless, dangerous, and reputation-destroying. So I tried to bury and lock it down. I told myself I was over it, but deep down, I wanted to drag her back into my bed and lose myself in her all over again, but that was impossible. After lots of difficulties, I was finally able to get myself again, not having the intention of meeting her again.And then I saw her in the office this morning.She was sitting at that desk near the window, hair pulled back, blouse s

Freya's POV "Stand up," he commanded, his voice dark and rough with barely restrained desire. I obeyed, rising on trembling thighs, knees weak, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to come out of my chest. My body felt foreign, liquid, like it no longer belonged to me. Every nerve ending was screaming, raw and oversensitive from the way he’d already touched me, tasted me, denied me.He didn’t give me time to think.“Take off your dress and leave nothing on," he growled, eyes blazing as they raked over my body, drinking in every inch of my exposed skin. “I want to see that gorgeous full body of yours. Those perfect bouncy tits, and the dripping sweet pink cunt—all of it, right now.”His words sent a hot, shameful thrill racing through me, making my cunt clench hard and my thighs slick with sudden need, nipples aching as my body begged for whatever wicked thing he planned next.My fingers moved before my brain could catch up. I unbuttoned my blouse with shaking hands, lettin