All Chapters of BAD REPUTATION : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

There was clearly something about Derek Hawthorne that made people lose all sense of reason. Olivia was absolutely certain of that.How else could she explain this? How else could she explain why, instead of turning into her own building like she had every other night for the past two weeks, she had driven past it… and kept going?Straight to him.Her fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel as she pulled into the underground parking lot of Derek’s building, the hum of the engine sounding unnaturally loud in the enclosed space. The headlights swept across concrete pillars before she finally parked and turned the car off.Silence followed. Thick. Immediate. And suddenly, everything felt very real. She stared straight ahead, her grip still on the wheel, her pulse a little too fast, her thoughts a little too loud.This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. Especially after Isabella’s warning. Especially after everything she had put herself through these past two weeks—forcing dist

He dropped said hands to his sides and curled them into loose fists, waiting. Biding his time. With a small sigh and a look that made his balls tingle, she took off her shirt, lowered the side zip on her skirt and shimmied it down until it pooled at her feet.He’d been right. Pure torture.Her body, curves generous enough to scream one hundred per cent woman, was scantily clad in rose pink panties and matching bra. Her nipples, visible through the lace of her bra, seemed to strain towards him.His mouth watered, reminding him of other tasty parts of her. The narrow strip of hair was just visible through the sheer panties, and when she turned to place her clothes on a nearby chair, her glorious ass came into view, the high-cut thong framing the creamy cheeks and disappearing into the crack between them.“Wait.” He took off his shirt and took her clothes from her, placing both on the ottoman at the foot of his bed. “Why don’t you sit there?” He indicated the chair, which was decadently

Her eyes sparkled. And then she engulfed him. Her hot, tight mouth practically swallowing him whole, while she held his stare to ransom.The pleasure was so intense, his eyes started to close. He slammed them open, the visual of her on her knees, that pretty mouth of hers wrapped around him, too good to miss. His hips jerked of their own accord, shunting him deeper inside her warm, wet cavern. She nodded and groaned, taking him further to the back of her throat. So close to losing it.No. Show some stamina. He pulled back and she gripped her hand around the base of his cock with just enough pressure to send his hips in the opposite direction once more. Her other arm circled the steel of his clenched thigh, anchoring them together so he couldn’t escape, even if he wanted to.His world shrank to the single entity of Olivia on her knees with her mouth on him. Her sultry eyes, burning with erotic promise, mesmerised him, the tiny streaks of grey a siren’s call. An endless ocean where a ma

Olivia sank into her chair and let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She was late. Very late.The office hummed around her—phones ringing in uneven intervals, keyboards clacking, the low murmur of conversations bleeding through cubicle walls—but it all felt distant, like she was listening to it from underwater.She didn’t care. Not after the morning she’d had. If anything, it was a miracle she’d shown up at all. She’d stood in her apartment for a long time after getting back from Derek’s place, keys still in her hand, heels abandoned somewhere near the door. For a moment—just one, dangerously tempting moment—she’d considered calling in sick. Or not calling at all. Just… disappearing for the day.But the alternative was sitting alone with her thoughts and reliving everything. She couldn’t bear the thought of Derek or their conversation that morning anymore, and that was the only reason why she'd shown up. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut briefly and forced the memory a

“You heard me,” Isabella said, glancing at Tessa. “Olivia and my brother have been… shacking up.”Olivia groaned, dragging a hand over her face. “Please don’t say it like that.”Tessa stared at both of them. For a moment, she said nothing. Then she walked—slowly, very calmly—to one of the chairs and sat down. Olivia narrowed her eyes. That was suspicious. Too calm, especially for Tessa. And then—“Oh my God!” Tessa shrieked, springing up again and stomping both feet against the floor like a child who’d just been handed the best gossip of the year.Olivia couldn’t help it—a short laugh slipped out of her. Tessa was ridiculous and way too dramatic.“Oh my God,” Tessa repeated, breathless now. Then she whipped around to Isabella, frowning. “Wait—so you knew about this and didn’t tell me anything?”“Hey!” Isabella lifted her hands defensively. “Don’t look at me. I only found out recently.”Tessa’s gaze snapped back to Olivia, eyes wide with curiosity. “How long have you been—” she gesture