All Chapters of SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Chapter 3 - Through the Bars I looked up at him through the iron and he looked down at me and the corridor was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat. "You were expecting me," I said. My voice came out lower than I meant it to. "That's a lot of confidence for a man in prison." "Well, I'm already here." He wrapped his hands around the bars on his side, mirroring mine, and his knuckles went white against the metal. "I watched you last night. I saw the look in your eyes Miss Corp. You looked at me like you'd been waiting for something." "I see you're so full of yourself,” I said, walking further. “No wonder you ended up in prison.” "What do you want?” he sighed. I reached through the bars. My hand found the front of his jumpsuit and I pulled him forward until his face was close to mine… close enough that I could feel his breath on my mouth, and I held him there and looked at him. "What's your name?" I asked. "Marcus." "Marcus." I said it slowly, tasting it. "I'm Lisa." "I know

Chapter 5 - Through the bar The next morning I walked into the station with a coffee in one hand and the whole night still humming low under my skin, and I was halfway to my desk before I saw the look on Sergeant Brian’s face. "Lisa." He waved me over before I'd even sat down. "Change of plans today. You're going with Hargrove and Peters to the Eastside branch. I need you to work with them on an important case. They need a third set of eyes and you're it." My stomach dropped. "Today?" "Yes. Today. Round up with whatever work you have. The Van leaves in twenty minutes." He was already turning back to his paperwork. "Should be back by evening if you're quick about it." I stood there with my coffee going cold in my hand and my whole body screaming no. The Eastside was clear across town. The audit would take all day. And Marcus would be sitting in that cell waiting for footsteps that weren't going to come, and I'd have no way to tell him why. "Is something wrong?" Brian aske

Chapter 7 - Outside The Station The morning came too fast and not fast enough. I got to the station at seven with my coffee and my hair still damp and my body already aching in that good deep way from two nights in a row, and I had barely sat down before Doyle was at my desk with the duty roster in his hand. "Work detail today," he said. "Four of them are to be taken out to the county field by the roadside for cleanup, the usual. You're on transport." My heart stopped and restarted. "Which four?" He read the names off the sheet and Marcus's was the third one and I kept my face absolutely still and nodded and said yes sir and took the roster and walked to the transport bay like nothing was happening inside me at all. The van was already backed up to the sally port. Two officers… Bennett and Cruz were opening the door, and I took my position at the rear of the van with a clipboard in my hand and my face set in the flat professional mask. The first prisoner came out in cu

Chapter 9 - The Disguise The work detail ruined me. Not the sex… the sex was the only part of it that made sense anymore. It was everything else. Seeing him everyday but not being able to do anything but stand there and watch him. Two more shifts like that and I was going to lose my mind. The brief touches and moments weren't enough. The stolen minutes in the restroom weren't enough. I needed a whole night. I needed hours. I needed him the way you need water. So I made a plan. I called the station at six that morning and I used my best sick voice and I told Sergeant Doyle I'd been throwing up all night and couldn't keep anything down and I didn't want to risk bringing it in. He told me to take the week if I needed it. I told him three days would probably do it. He said take four to be safe and I said thank you sir and hung up and lay back in my bed. I spent the first day putting the disguise together. The second day I practiced in it in front of my bathroom mirror until

My boss' son keeps coming over 👅💦💦 Chapter 1: A little something 🥵💦💦 I was still in my work clothes when the knock came on my door. It was past seven. I had only been home for twenty minutes, long enough to drop my bag by the door and start heating up leftover pasta. My feet hurt from the heels I’d worn all day, and my head was still half stuck in the chaos of the night before. My boss, Mr. Calder, had called me at almost ten o’clock asking if I could come back to the office. His wife had been taken to the hospital. He needed someone to help handle the client files that couldn’t wait until morning. I had stayed until after one. I wasn’t expecting anyone. But then a knock sounded through the door. I turned off the stove and walked to the door, checking the peephole out of habit. The man standing in the hallway wasn’t a neighbor. He was tall, dark-haired, maybe a few years older than me, holding a small paper bag in one hand. I opened the door halfway. “Hi?” I said. He