Semua Bab Forbidden Love with my stepbrother : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Elara's POVAlexander left the photograph on the kitchen table the following morning. A small envelope with my name on it in handwriting I did not recognise. I picked it up and turned it over once before I opened it.The photograph inside was old. The colour had gone slightly warm the way photographs from that era did, the edges soft. My mother stood in a garden somewhere I did not recognise. Summer. She was laughing at something off camera, her head turned slightly, her hair loose. She looked young in a way that was hard to absorb. Not just younger. Unguarded. Like the version of her that existed before she decided who she was going to be.I sat down with it.I had seen photographs of Mom when she was young before. The ones she kept in the album in the living room. But those were posed. Holidays. Birthdays. This one was different. Someone had caught her in an unguarded moment and she did not know she was beautiful in it and that made it the most honest image of her I had ever seen.I

Elara's POVDaniel had chosen a small cafe two streets from the water. Not the beach town where we had met the first time. A different coast, neutral ground, his suggestion. I had looked it up the night before. Plain exterior, good reviews, the kind of place that did not try too hard. That told me something about him I filed away without deciding what to do with it yet.Damien drove me to the train station in the morning. He did not offer to come and I did not ask him to. This was mine to do alone and we both understood that without discussing it.On the platform he held my hand for a moment. "Call me after," he said."I will.""Not if it goes well. Either way."I looked at him. "Either way," I said.The train took an hour and twenty minutes. I sat by the window and watched the landscape move and tried not to rehearse. Every time I started building a version of the conversation in my head I stopped myself. Daniel was not a script. He was a person I did not know yet and the only honest

DAMIEN'S POV"No," I said.That was the first word that came out of my mouth when she spoke.Elara who was straightening the last file sitting on the desk in the office which had gone quiet after Alexander had left stopped and turned to look at me.The light coming in from the large and open window of the offuce caught the long, glittering strands of her hair and made her look soft in a way that pulled at something that was deep inside me as I was standing there, watching her.Her brows raised."Why?" She asked.I stepped closer until I was stsnding right behind her. "What I would like you to do is bend over this damn desk and let me fuck that pussy, Elara."Her eyes widened. Then, she laughed softly."You don't mean that."I kept my expression stern."Yes, Elara," I started. "Yes I fucking did. I would like to slide my aching cock deep inside of your pussy from behind and feel your walls tightening around my length without an iota of mercy."She gasped, and then she glanced at the do

DAMIEN'S POV We got dressed and she left first. And then, I stayed back to clean up everything we had put in disarray during our little fucking spree in the quiet office.Elara was already on the phone when I arrived. She stood at the window with her back to the door, one hand holding the phone and the other pressed flat against the glass, which meant the call was either difficult or important. I set my coffee down quietly and did not interrupt.She turned when she heard me, she held up one finger.I sat and opened my laptop and listened without appearing to listen."I understand the timeline is tight," she said. "But the terms we agreed do not reflect what you are asking for now. That is a scope change and it needs to go back through the process." A pause. "I am not saying no. I am saying the original agreement does not cover this and we need to be honest about that before we move forward." Another pause, shorter. "Good. Send it through in writing and I will have something back to yo

Elara's POV"Remember what you said on the beach," Damien said from the doorway.I picked up my bag. "I remember.""All of it. Not just the easy parts."I looked at him. "I know what I said, Damien."He held my gaze for a second. Then he nodded and stepped aside and I went down the stairs and out the front door into the grey morning.The train was quieter than last time. A Tuesday crowd, unhurried, people with newspapers and coffee and nowhere urgent to be. I found a window seat and watched the city thin out and tried to do what I had told myself I would do. Show up without a prepared version. Let it be what it actually was.The call between Mom and Daniel had lasted forty minutes. She had not told me everything that was said and I had not asked. What I knew was that she had told him the truth about the letters and he had listened and at the end he had asked only about Thursday. That told me enough about the shape of him.The cafe was the same as last week. He was already there, same t