Semua Bab Dripping Wet: A Collection of Forbidden Desires: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The video leak hit like a storm. Within hours of the Manchester show, blurry footage from the tour bus bathroom was everywhere—Kai’s unmistakable voice, Nova’s soft gasps, the unmistakable rhythm of bodies moving together. Social media exploded. Management’s threats hung in the air like smoke. Victoria’s final message was cold and final: *“Decide by morning. Public denial or she leaves before Paris.”*Kai didn’t wait for morning.At 2:17 a.m. in the Manchester suite, he sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, shirtless and still smelling of the stage. Nova sat beside him in one of his oversized hoodies, legs curled under her, heart hammering.“I’m done hiding you,” he said quietly. “I’m done pretending you’re just a collaborator. You’re mine. And I want the world to know it.”Nova’s fingers tightened on his arm. “Kai… the sponsors, the band, Theo—”“Fuck them.” He turned, grey eyes fierce and soft at the same time. “I spent years destroying myself for this career. I’m not destroy

The morning after the false alarm, Elena woke with the ghost of Cole’s body still pressed against hers in her mind. The memory of his thigh between her legs, the low rasp of his voice telling her he wasn’t supposed to want her, had kept her restless most of the night. She showered longer than necessary, letting the hot water run over skin that felt too sensitive, then dressed in a soft cream blouse and tailored trousers that hugged her curves without trying too hard.Cole was already in the kitchen when she walked in, sleeves rolled up to reveal the strong forearms that had held her against the stairwell wall. He was making coffee with quiet efficiency. The smell of it filled the large space.“Morning,” he said without turning. His voice was calm, professional. The same voice he used when speaking to building security.“Morning.” Elena slid onto one of the high stools at the island. “You sleep at all?”“Enough.” He finally looked at her. Those steel-grey eyes flicked over her face, t

Morning light cut through the floor-to-ceiling windows in sharp, unforgiving lines. Elena woke first, her body sore in places that made last night impossible to deny. The taste of wine still lingered faintly at the back of her throat, but her mind was clear now—painfully clear. She was naked on the wide living-room couch, a throw blanket half-draped over her, and Cole was already gone.The space where his body had been felt cold.She sat up slowly, wincing at the pleasant ache between her thighs. Her silk robe lay crumpled on the floor. She pulled it on and tied it tightly, as if the thin fabric could put some order back into what they had done. The two empty wine bottles still stood on the coffee table like evidence.Cole walked in from the hallway a minute later, fully dressed in black, hair damp from a shower, expression locked down. He didn’t look at her directly at first.“You should get dressed,” he said, voice flat. “I’ll make coffee.”Elena watched him move around the kitche

Victor Sterling returned exactly on schedule. The private elevator doors opened at 7:14 p.m. He stepped into the penthouse carrying only a slim leather briefcase, looking as impeccable as always—dark suit still crisp despite the long flight, hair perfectly in place, expression calm and unreadable. Cole stood near the entrance in his usual black attire, posture straight, face carefully blank. Elena waited a few steps behind him, heart hammering so hard she was certain both men could hear it. “Victor,” she said, keeping her voice steady. He gave her a brief nod, the same polite acknowledgment he might give a colleague. “Elena.” His gaze shifted to Cole. “Vance. Status report.” Cole’s voice was pure professionalism. “No credible threats in the last ten days. One individual lingered near the private elevator bank five days ago—left without incident. Building security has been updated. All systems are clean.” Victor listened without interrupting, then gave a short nod. “Good. I’ll

Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of the guest suite. Elena woke slowly, still wrapped in Cole’s arms. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath her cheek. For a few precious seconds she allowed herself to simply exist there—warm, held, and wanted.Then reality returned.Victor was still in the penthouse.Cole’s eyes opened the moment she shifted. He didn’t speak at first. He only tightened his arm around her briefly, as if reminding them both that the comfort from the night before had been real. Then he pressed a soft kiss to her hair and released her.“He’ll be up soon,” Cole murmured.Elena nodded. They moved carefully, quietly. She slipped back into the master suite before Victor left the bathroom. By the time her husband emerged, dressed and already scrolling through his phone, Elena was sitting at the vanity as if she had slept there all night.Victor barely glanced at her. “I’ll be at the office until evening. There’s a call with the Singapore partners.”“All r