All Chapters of From Lies To Loyalty : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31: Not A Saint Reese I know I’m not a saint. That realization had never been difficult for me to accept. I’d made too many mistakes in my life to pretend otherwise, and unlike most people who preferred to hide behind excuses, I’d always been brutally honest with myself about the kind of man I was. I was reckless sometimes. Selfless more often than I liked to admit. I was also the sort of guy who rarely stopped to consider consequences until they were already standing in front of him with a knife.My conscience has more stains than a bar rag after closing time. I’ve lied, I’ve manipulated, I’ve taken what I wanted when the mood struck.I wasn’t proud of that. But at least I never lied to myself about it.And God knows I hadn’t been perfect in my relationship with Lauren either. There had been plenty of moments in the last twenty-four hours when temptation brushed too close for comfort. Moments when my attention and my hands wandered longer than it should have. Moments whe

Chapter 33: It's Not Fair Reese “Reese—wait! Please, wait!”Lauren’s voice tore through the night behind me, sharp, frantic, unraveling at the edges as her heels scraped against the pavement in a desperate attempt to catch up. I just kept walking, jaw locked, vision fixed straight ahead as if acknowledging her would somehow drag me back into the mess I had just clawed my way out of.“Reeese!” she screamed again, closer now.I didn’t slow down. My fingers fumbled for the key fob, the sleek black sports car unlocking with a soft beep. But before I could yank the door open, her hand slammed against it, forcing it shut again. The impact reverberated through the metal.My hand tightened on the handle.“Reese, please!” she cried, stepping in front of me, her face streaked with tears, her chest rising and falling too fast. “Just wait—please!”I snapped.I whirled on her, my patience snapping like a brittle twig. “What?!” I barked, the force of it making her flinch. “What the hell is it no

Chapter 35: That's My Girl Reese The kiss deepened, turning feral in an instant. My hands were already sliding down Lizzie’s back, gripping her ass hard enough to bruise as I hauled her flush against me. Her body melted against mine, surrendering instantly. Good girl.She moaned into my mouth, the sound raw and needy, her fingers twisting in my hair like she wanted to anchor herself before the storm broke us both apart. She pulled at my jacket, dragging it down my shoulders. We stumbled backward together, blind and breathless, lips never separating. I didn’t care where we ended up—just that I got inside her as soon as possible before the ache in my cock drove me insane.“Bedroom,” I growled against her lips, but the word came out more like a threat than a plan. She nodded frantically, teeth nipping my bottom lip as we lurched toward the hallway. My hands shoved her blouse up, palms skating over warm skin, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. She gasped, arching into me

Chapter 37: We've Got Time Lizzie I stared at him, genuinely shocked by the intensity of his resentment. Whatever had gone down after I left the party must have been far worse than I’d imagined. I guess that's why he's mad. Lauren must have done something. Still, the moment felt right to share what I’d observed—the strange, unsettling vibe between Lauren and her brother that I’d picked up on at the party. He deserved to know.“I hate to ruin the pillow talk,” I began carefully, “but there’s something you really need to know.”I jolted when I felt his fingers slide between my folds, rubbing my pussy with gentle, almost massaging strokes. The touch was light but deliberate, coaxing fresh wetness from me despite how thoroughly he’d already used me.“What’s that?” he asked, perfectly calm, his eyes fixed on the way his fingers moved over my slick skin.I spread my legs wider without thinking, giving him better access. My toes curled tightly as pleasure sparked up my spine. I opened my

Chapter 39: You're Grieving Reese Savannah’s face didn’t just fall—it emptied.The color drained from her skin so quickly it was almost unnatural, like someone had reached inside her and pulled something vital out, leaving behind only a hollow shell struggling to make sense of the space it used to fill. Her lips parted without sound at first, her eyes widening as if the words Roman had just spoken were still suspended somewhere between his mouth and her understanding, refusing to land properly.“What?” she breathed. Then, more urgently, like if she said it louder it would change the meaning, “No… Mom?”Her hand flew to her mouth, fingers trembling, pressing hard against her lips as though she could physically hold back what was rising inside her. But it didn’t work. Nothing could hold that kind of thing back.Alyssa moved closer, slower, careful, as if approaching something already breaking. Her own eyes were glassy, the kind of wet that came from holding tears back too long rathe