บททั้งหมดของ SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET: บทที่ 311 - บทที่ 320

Chapter 5: Under the rain Alex checked his watch as he stepped out of the last apartment complex. The sky had darkened, and raindrops were already beginning to fall. He had done well today…three solid sales…but he was still one short of his personal goal. Vanessa had mentioned bonuses for hitting daily targets, and he could really use the extra cash. He opened his umbrella and started walking toward the bus stop, the rain was quickly turning into a heavy downpour. On his way noticed a young woman ahead, standing under a closed shop, but the wind was blowing the rain directly at her. She was stunning, probably in her early twenties, with a curvy, hourglass figure that her soaked clothes now clung to shamelessly. Full breasts, a narrow waist, and wide, generous hips. Her long dark hair was plastered to her skin, and her thin summer dress had become nearly see-through, revealing the outline of lacy underwear beneath. Without thinking, Alex hurried over. “Hey, you’re getting

The blue glow of my phone illuminated the ceiling at 2:47 AM, just like every other night for the past two years.I lay on my side, the sheets tangled around my legs, one hand already drifting between my thighs. The earbuds were buried deep in my ears, and his voice filled my skull."You've been so good today, haven't you? I want you to close your eyes and imagine my hands on your body, slow and gentle. You deserve to feel good."I bit my lip, my fingers already moving, circling my clit. The voice was deep, raspy, with a warmth that felt intimate, like he was whispering directly into my ear from inches away. I'd found his channel… Serenity Audio, during a late-night scroll, stumbling onto a video titled "Relaxation and Intimacy: A Personal Experience." I'd clicked out of curiosity and stayed because something about his voice unlocked a door inside me I didn't know existed.The problem was the face I saw when I closed my eyes.It wasn't the face of the anonymous man behind the voice. I

The antiseptic smell hit me before I even pushed open the door.It was always the same… that sharp, clinical scent that clung to my clothes and my hair and my skin long after I left. I'd gotten used to it over the past few months, the way you get used to a dull ache that never quite goes away. It was always there, humming beneath the surface of everything I did.My mother lay in the hospital bed, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that had become painfully familiar. The machines beeped around her, a cold lullaby that kept her alive. Her face was thinner than it had been six months ago, her cheekbones sharp against her pale skin. She'd always been beautiful, even now, even like this. But the light in her eyes had dimmed, and I missed it more than I could put into words.I pulled up the chair beside her bed and took her hand in mine. Her fingers were cold and fragile."Hey, Mom," I whispered. "It's me. I'm here."She didn't stir. She'd been sleeping most of the da

Chapter 3 - The Price of Redemption My manager arrived within minutes. "Mr. Blackwood, how can I help you? Is everything to your satisfaction this evening?" Patterson asked smoothly, bowing his head slightly. Damien didn't look at him, as his eyes remained fixed on me. "I want to book Lena for the night," Damien stated, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Personal service. I'll pay triple her hourly rate." Patterson's eyes widened, and a greedy smile spread across his face. "Of course, sir. Whatever you need," Patterson eagerly agreed. "She's all yours for as long as you want her." "Wait," I said, my voice sharp and full of panic. "I didn't agree to this. You can't just…" Damien looked at me with a cold, penetrating gaze. "You want to save your mother, don't you?" he asked bluntly. I stared at him, my heart racing wildly against my ribs. "One night," Damien said, keeping his voice low and deliberate. "That's all I'm asking, and you'll leave here with more than enough money

Daniel walked in slowly and stood by the doorway. “I just came to say goodnight, and thank you again for letting me stay.” “It's fine,” I smiled warmly at him. “Have a goodnight, Daniel.” And then he walked out and closed the door behind him. The bright light from the morning sun spilled into my room through the thin curtain. I stretched, sat up, brushed my teeth, took my bath and then headed downstairs. The smell of coffee already brewing, the soft clink of a mug being set on the counter stopped me in my tracks. I walked into the kitchen, still wrapped in my robe. Daniel was there, leaning against the counter with two cups ready. "Morning, Maya," he greeted me softly, his deep voice still thick with sleep. "Cream or sugar?" “What are you doing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Making coffee for you, obviously,” he smiled playfully. "You don't have to do this, Daniel," I said, wrapping my hands around the warm mug. "I want to." Soon, those three words became a pattern. “I want