Todos los capítulos de Forbidden and Sinful desires: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Screwed in the gym🍆🍆🍆🍑🍑Chapter 2: Don't stop 👄💦💦I didn’t walk toward the exit.I turned left instead and pushed open the door to the smaller restroom hallway that was right between the main locker rooms. The air was cooler here, it was quieter, the heavy sound of weight clanking from the gym floor reduced to a dull sound through the walls. I stopped near the water fountain and pretended to adjust the band of my sports watch. My pulse was still too fast. I could still feel the weight of his eyes from the mirror, the way the air had thickened every time our eyes locked on the mirror.Almost a minute passed.Then the door from the main floor opened and Noah stepped into the hallway.He slowed when he saw me. Then closed the door.The door swung shut behind him, cutting off the last of the gym noise. For a second we just stood there, a few yards apart from each other's personal space.“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said. His voice was quieter than it had been out on the

Screwed at the wedding reception💦💦💦🍆I stood near the edge of the crowd in my bridesmaid dress, with a champagne glass in my hand, and tried to look like I was enjoying myself. Because today was my friend's wedding.But deep down I wasn’t.Not since I had seen him.Nate had walked into the ceremony two hours earlier as one of the groomsmen. He wore a dark suit that was perfectly tailored, had that same sharp jaw, same eyes that used to look at me like I was the only person in the room. We hadn’t spoken in three years. Not since we broke up and pretended it was fine.But seeing him again felt like someone had reached into my chest and squeezed.All night I felt him watching me.When our eyes finally locked across the dance floor the air changed. He didn’t smile. He just held the look long enough for my pulse to jump, then tilted his head slightly toward the hallway that led inside the venue. My stomach tightened. I set my glass down on a nearby table, murmured something to an

Chapter 2: Almost touched👉👈I had gotten a routine in the mansion faster than I expected.The mornings started with early easy tasks. I was up before Sophie, showered and dressed by the time her soft footsteps walked quietly àdown the hallway. Noah was usually already gone by then. I made Sophie breakfast, packed her bag, and drove her to preschool with the radio playing quietly between us. She liked to narrate the entire ride, and I liked listening.In the afternoons things moved slower. I pick-up Sophie at three, get her snacks, then playtime in the garden if the weather was good until dinner. I learned Sophie’s moods quickly, the way she got quiet when she was tired, the way she lit up when she got to help stir something in the kitchen. By the end of the first week I knew her favorite cup, her least favorite socks, and the exact stuffed animal that had to sit on the bathroom counter during bath time.Noah came home most evenings around seven. He would drop his keys in the bo

Chapter 4: Getting filled again 👅💦💦The morning after what happened felt different.I was already in the kitchen making Sophie’s breakfast when Noah came downstairs. Neither of us spoke at first. And any second Sophie could walk in.“Elena.”His voice was low. It was still controlled, but not completely.“We can’t do that again,” I said before he could finish. The words came out steady even though my pulse wasn’t. “Sophie. The job. Everything.”Noah’s jaw tightened. He nodded once. “You’re right.”That should have been the end of it.But it still felt like it wasn’t.The first day we managed to keep our distance. It started with polite conversation, not invading each other's personal space. The second night, after Sophie was asleep, I stayed in my room. He stayed in his office. And the silence felt like way too much. I went downstairs for water just after ten. Noah was in the kitchen again, his sleeves pushed up, staring at nothing. When he looked at me, the restraint in his eye

Chapter 2: Flirting 🫦 💦💦Claire got stuck at work late three times that week.The first night I almost left when she texted that she would be another hour. Instead I stayed in the kitchen finishing the pasta we had planned to cook together, and Rhys came downstairs looking for leftovers. He stopped in the doorway when he saw me.“She’s still not back?”“Another hour, apparently. Landlord drama turned into office drama.” I stirred the sauce. “There’s enough for three if you want.”He hesitated, then walked in. “Yeah. Okay.”We ate at the kitchen island instead of the table. The conversation started with Claire’s ongoing apartment issues, then drifted. He asked about my job. I asked about the renovation he was helping his parents with. He told me a story about Claire trying to DIY a bookshelf in college and nearly taking out a window. I laughed harder than the story strictly deserved. When our elbows brushed while reaching for the same towel, neither of us moved away for half a s