All Chapters of Sin For Me, Mr. Virgin : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

==Elliot==---Dr. Martinez wanted to speak privately.This was it. The moment my career potentially ended."Of course," I said.He gestured to a quieter corner. Away from lingering onlookers.Delilah started to leave. Give us space."Stay," I said. "Please."She nodded. Stood beside me. Not touching. Present.Dr. Martinez looked between us. Assessing."That was. Quite a scene," he said."I apologize. It was inappropriate. Unprofessional.""It was. But not your fault. You handled it well."Surprise. "Thank you.""I do have questions though. About your relationship. The accusations.""What would you like to know?""Is it true? You're involved with Dr. Santos?""Yes. We're in a relationship.""And the book? The claims about exploitation?""There was a manuscript. She wrote it. But she deleted it. Voluntarily. Before publication.""Why?""Because I asked her to. Because our relationship mattered more."He nodded. Processing."And the mother's claims? About targeting you?""Untrue. We met

==Elliot==---We finally got dressed.Disheveled. Obvious. Didn't care.Left the lecture hall. Made it to the parking lot without running into anyone."My place or yours?" I asked."Yours. I want to be in your bed. Your space.""Okay."We drove separately. Met at my apartment.Inside. Door locked. Finally. Completely private.She looked at me. I looked at her.Different from the lecture hall. Not frantic now. Not desperate.Just. Us. Together. Finally."Hi," she said."Hi.""So. We're. We're back?""If you want to be.""I want to be. Do you?""More than anything."She smiled. Relieved. Beautiful.I pulled her close. Kissed her forehead. Her cheeks. Her lips.Soft. Reverent. Taking our time."Bedroom," I said."Okay."I led her there. Our hands linked. No rush.We undressed each other. Slowly. Savoring.Each piece of clothing removed revealed skin I'd missed. Touched. Worshiped.When we were both naked. I laid her on my bed.Looked at her. Really looked."I missed you," I said."I mis

==Elliot==---Silence on the other end.Long. Heavy. Terrifying.Then. Martinez spoke."I'm impressed."I blinked. "What?""Impressed. By your conviction. Your backbone. Your clarity.""I. What?""The committee. We weren't planning to pull the grant. We wanted to see. How you'd react. What you'd prioritize. How you'd handle pressure."Anger flared. "You were testing me?""Yes.""By threatening my career? My research?""By seeing if you'd compromise yourself. Your values. Your choices. For professional gain.""That's. That's manipulative.""Perhaps. But necessary. We need researchers who stand by their work. Their decisions. Their integrity. Even when it's difficult."I looked at Delilah. She looked as confused as I felt."So. The grant?""Is yours. Secure. Congratulations. Officially this time."Relief. Massive. Overwhelming."But. The concerns? Stern's complaints?""We've reviewed them. Found them. Unsubstantiated. Motivated by personal grievance rather than legitimate professional

==Elliot==---We went home after the lawyer meeting.My apartment. Quiet. Safe. Ours."We should practice," Delilah said."Practice what?""Your testimony. What you'll say. How you'll handle their questions.""Now?""We have thirty days. Might as well start."She was right. But I was exhausted. Emotionally drained."Okay. How do we do this?""I'll be the prosecutor. Ask you questions. You answer. Honestly. Like you would at the hearing.""Okay."She pulled out a notepad. Clicked a pen. Transformed.Professional. Clinical. Not my Delilah. The lawyer version."State your name for the record.""Dr. Elliot Hayes.""Your profession?""Physicist. Researcher. University faculty.""How do you know Dr. Delilah Santos?""She's my girlfriend.""But how did you meet her?""At a symposium. I walked into her lecture by accident.""Describe that first meeting."I closed my eyes. Remembered."I was looking for a physics lecture. Walked into the wrong room. She was at the podium. Talking about sexual

==Elliot==---After. When we'd finally stopped. Gotten dressed. Cleaned up the disaster we'd made of the table.I had an idea."We should make a video," I said."A video?""Testimony. On camera. Something they can't refute. Can't twist. My words. My face. My truth.""The lawyer didn't mention that.""So? It can't hurt. Having it on record. Unedited. Unfiltered. Me. Explaining everything."She considered. "Okay. When?""Now. While I'm. While I'm clear. Sure. Before I second-guess.""You sure?""Yes. Set up your phone. I'll. I'll talk. To the camera. Like it's the board. Like it's everyone who needs to hear."She did. Positioned her phone on a stack of books. Angle right. Recording started.I sat. Faced the camera. Took a breath.Started."My name is Dr. Elliot Hayes. I'm a physicist. Researcher. And I'm making this statement. Voluntarily. To address claims that Dr. Delilah Santos exploited me. Used her position as a sex therapist to. To manipulate or coerce me."Pause. Collect thought