All Chapters of RUINED BY MY BOSS AND HIS STEPSON : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

ELARA'S POV. I still have no idea how this happened. One moment I was complaining about the leak in my ceilings, the other moment I was walking through the street, enjoying the buzzling city of Paris. And in less than an hour I was having sex with two random French dudes. It started when I ducked into a small café to escape the rain. The place was cozy, with steam rising from fresh croissants and the smell of coffee filled the air.Two guys sat at a corner table, chatting in French. They looked up as I shook water from my hair. One had dark curls and a sharp jaw, the other blond with stubble and warm eyes. They smiled and waved me over.Their names were Luc and Antoine. Luc bought me a coffee, and we talked. My French was rusty, but they switched to English, laughing at my stories about my personal experience in life — bad choices in life. We kept talking for hours while the rain pounded outside freely. One thing led to another and the next thing I know, I led both men to a corner.

ELARA'S POV We lay there, panting, my body still buzzing from the orgasm. My chest heaved up and down, sticky with Luc's cum. Antoine's load cooled on my stomach. I wiped a hand across my skin, feeling the mess. The air smelled like sex and sweat.Antoine grinned down at me, his cock still half-hard. “That was just the start, Elara,” he said, voice rough. “We're not done with you yet.” Luc nodded, his eyes hungry. He leaned in and kissed my neck, his tongue hot on my skin.I shivered. “Where to now?” I asked, my voice breathy. My pussy throbbed, wanting more.“The motel nearby,” Antoine replied. He pulled me up, my legs shaky. Luc grabbed my clothes from the floor, but I didn't bother dressing fully. I slipped on my skirt, no panties. My top hung loose, cum stains showing.We stumbled out to the car. The night air hit my wet thighs, making me gasp. Antoine drove fast, his hand on my knee, sliding up to tease my folds. Luc sat in the back with me, his fingers pinching my nipples throu

ELARA'S POV. When I got back to the motel, I went straight into the bathroom, turned the shower on as hot as it would go, and stood under it for a long time, mentally cursing every choice I had made since landing in this city.I pulled myself together.I had a job interview.I was not going to let two arrogant French men ruin what I actually came here for. I dried off, got dressed, and gave myself one long look in the cracked mirror above the sink.Get it together, Elara. They are bastards who got lucky to have a test for you. I kept saying that but I could only think of the two beds making me beg for more like a slut. I quickly shook my head. Applied some make-up and walked out of the room. Some couples almost bumped into me on the way down. They were all up into each other's business that I almost threw up on them. Everything about them reminded me of how I shamelessly let two guys destroy my dignity. I quickly walked past them. I took a cab to the address I was given. As we

Elara’s pov. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his grip tightened around my neck. I came to Paris to rebuild my life, not take a shortcut to the afterlife. I clawed at his hand, my nails digging into his skin, but remained still like nothing was happening, his cold glare piercing deeper into my soul like he was searching for the secret of the universe.“You've two seconds to convince me that you are not going to make a good fertilizer for my garden.” Those words almost made me wet my pants. He was joking... Right?His hand on my neck made it an impossible mission to talk. Or scream. I couldn't move. I couldn't risk it. His grip was so strong that I was convinced any slight movement would break my bones. So I forced myself to remain calm, even though every bone in me was screaming at me to fight for my life. “What the hell are you doing here?” He asked. “Who sent you?” He growled, voice low but filled with venom. “I—” That was the only word I could force out. His grip sl