All Chapters of Sin For Me, Mr. Virgin : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

==Delilah==---The door slammed.He was gone.I sat there. Naked. Wrapped in a sheet. Staring at the closed door.He'd left. Actually left.After everything. After tonight. After celebration and connection and love.He'd seen the manuscript. And walked out.I looked at my laptop. Still open. Title mocking me."Teaching My Virgin Lover."God. What had I been thinking?I grabbed my robe. Threw it on.Ran to the door. Hallway.He was at the elevator. Waiting. Jaw clenched."Elliot!"He didn't turn."Please. Let me explain."The elevator dinged. Doors opened.He stepped inside.I ran. Caught the door before it closed."Don't. Don't leave like this.""Like what? Like you betrayed me?""I didn't betray you.""You wrote a book about me. Without my consent. How is that not betrayal?""It's fictionalized. Changed. Not actually you.""But inspired by me. By us. By the most intimate things I've shared.""Yes. But.""There's no but, Delilah. You took what I gave you. What I trusted you with. And

==Delilah==---I stared at my phone.Seventeen calls. Thirty-two texts.All unanswered.He'd blocked me. Or was ignoring me. Same result.Silence.I opened a bottle of wine. Told myself one glass.Poured a second. Then a third.The apartment felt empty. Wrong.Hours ago we'd been here. Together. Celebrating. Making love.Now. Nothing.I walked to the bedroom. Sheets still tangled from earlier.His scent on the pillows. Evidence of him everywhere.But he was gone.I lay down. Pulled his pillow close. Breathed him in.Felt tears coming. Couldn't stop them.I'd fucked up. Monumentally. Irrevocably.Written about him without permission. Taken his vulnerability and packaged it for sale.And now. Now my mother was using it to blackmail me.Forty-eight hours to find fifty thousand dollars. Or lose him forever.Except I'd already lost him. The money wouldn't change that.I grabbed my phone. Tried calling again.Straight to voicemail.His voice. Professional. Distant."You've reached Dr. Elli

==Delilah==---I couldn't do it anymore.Couldn't sit in my apartment waiting. Drowning. Dying.Forty-two hours since he left. Six hours until Victoria's deadline.None of it mattered if I'd lost him anyway.I got dressed. Actually dressed. Not pajamas. Not yoga pants.Real clothes. Makeup. Armor.Drove to his apartment. Hands shaking the entire way.What if he didn't answer? What if he called the police?What if he hated me?I knocked. Once. Twice.Long silence.Then. "Go away, Delilah.""No.""I said go away.""I heard you. Answer is no.""I don't want to see you.""Too bad. I'm not leaving until you listen."More silence.I sat down. Back against his door. Prepared to wait."What are you doing?" His voice through the door."Sitting. I'll stay here all night if I have to.""That's insane.""Probably. But I'm not leaving. So either talk to me or call the cops."Long pause.Then. The door opened.He looked. Terrible. Beautiful. Exhausted.Eyes red. Hair messy. Unshaven."Five minutes

==Delilah==---"Choose, Delilah. Me or the book."I looked at him. Really looked.His face. Hard. Determined. Hurting.This wasn't a bluff. This was real.Delete the manuscript. Or lose him forever."Okay," I whispered."Okay what?""I'll delete it. Right now."Something flickered in his eyes. Surprise maybe.He hadn't expected me to agree."Get your laptop," he said.I walked to my bag. Hands shaking. Pulled it out.Opened it on his kitchen counter.He stood behind me. Watching. Close enough to see everything. Not close enough to touch."Open the file," he said.I did. Pulled up the manuscript folder."Teaching My Virgin Lover." The main document. Twenty-three chapters. Forty thousand words.Months of work. Staring back at me."Delete it," he said.My finger hovered over the trackpad.This was insane. My career. My contract. My advance.All of it. Gone.But him. Him standing behind me. Hurt. Betrayed.Because of this file. Because of my choices.I clicked. Selected the file.Pressed

==Delilah==---One week of chaste dates.Seven days of coffee. Dinners. Movies. Conversations.No touching beyond hand-holding. No kissing beyond gentle goodnight pecks.I was dying. Slowly. Exquisitely.Every night. Alone in my bed. Touching myself. Thinking of him.Never enough. Never satisfying.Because what I needed. What I craved. Wasn't physical release.It was him. His trust. His forgiveness. His love.I needed to prove it. Prove I wanted more than just sex.Then I remembered. His grant presentation. Public. Final. Important.He'd mentioned it weeks ago. Before everything fell apart.I checked the university website. Found the details.Today. Three PM. Lecture hall B.Open to faculty and colleagues. Public presentation of his research.This was it. My chance to show up. Support him. Publicly.Without sex. Without seduction. Just. Pride. Support. Love.I cleared my schedule. Got dressed. Professional but beautiful.Drove to campus. Found the lecture hall.Arrived early. Front r