All Chapters of His Forbidden Mistress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Serena’s POVI stumbled out of the VIP suite, as my heart raced like it was trying to break free from my chest. The door clicked shut behind me, shutting the sultry music and the moans that had filled the room that were now raining into my brain. My black lace bodysuit felt like it was burning my skin, every inch of it a reminder of the chaos I’d just witnessed.The VIP’s electric touch, her whispered invitation to “join us,” the tangle of naked bodies. It was all too much. The blonde’s gasps, the redhead’s relentless tongue, the pink-haired woman’s desperate kisses… I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of arousal and discomfort that clung to me.The hallway stretched out, dimly lit and pulsing with the club’s bassline, each step feeling like I was wading through quicksand. My mind replayed the scene: the VIP’s hungry eyes, her silk dress slipping to reveal a glimpse of her breast, the sexual intensity of the three women lost in each other. I had kept my line drawn, dancing a

Daniel’s POVThe clock on my desk clicked 10:15 p.m.Today has been hectic.I was done with contracts signing, emails clearing, another win for Hawthorne Enterprises. My tie hung loose, as I closed a file. I was ready for a whiskey to drown the day. Rosie wasn't kidding when she said I had a tight schedule today and I shouldn't have followed Marcus to my favorite restaurant which he brought it up but then I won’t have seen Vanessa. I thought of Vanessa.Vanessa Kane. My ex and how she had seen me at the restaurant.The thought of her in those dark curls, that red dress, her audacity to slide into my booth like nothing had happened soured my mood. Two years ago, she had waltzed into this very office, her perfume heavy, her smile sharp as she dumped me for some “richer” guy. I could still see her standing there, by the window, her voice dripping with fake regret. “You’re sweet, Danny, but I need more,” she’d said, her eyes cold. “Someone who can keep up with my lifestyle.” She w

Vanessa’s POVI grabbed a bottle of champagne off the break table in the room as I shoved off my heels while I shut the door behind me, the echo bouncing off the bare walls of my once-glamorous penthouse. My feet ached, my hands raw and painful from scrubbing dishes at La Cour Royale, the memory of that humiliating ordeal came back haunting me.I collapsed onto the couch, as I popped the bottle’s cork, the fizz a hollow comfort. The bubbles stung my throat as I gulped it down,but they couldn’t wash away the sting of Daniel Hawthorne’s rejection or Marcus’s mocking laughter.“Good luck with the dishes,” he said, his grin sharp as he walked away. And I actually did it. Me, Vanessa Kane, was wrist-deep in greasy suds, surrounded by clattering plates and sneering annoying staff.Daniel left me stranded outside with his blunt refusal to pay for my meal.He also had the nerve to call me a spoiled brat and storming off with Marcus, leaving me gaping like a fool. I had tried to suck it up

Daniel’s POVThe mirror in my bedroom reflected a man that commands money - sharp jawline, tailored black suit, tie knotted with precision. I was getting ready for a night that could change everything. The package I’d sent to Serena Voss was my gamble to make things right. After my idiotic proposal to make her my mistress, her rejection had burned, but learning about her debt to Victor Crane and her fight for her sister, Mia, had shifted something in me. This wasn’t about control; it was about giving her the opportunity to feel free, maybe even a chance to see me differently. I adjusted my cufflinks, the weight of anticipation heavy in my chest, when the door swung open without a knock.Elena Hawthorne, my older sister, stood in the doorway, her auburn hair pulled into a sleek bun, her designer coat screaming the success she’d carved out for herself. She was ten years older, also a stranger in too many ways. When our mom walked out on us, leaving us with nothing but her absence,

Serena’s POV I watched Daniel Hawthorne order his meal with the ease of a man who owned the world. His voice, smooth and commanding, carried over the soft jazz, ordering a steak, with a side of truffle risotto and a glass of Bordeaux. I sat across from him, my red dress tight against my skin, my nerves frayed from the shock of seeing him. My fingers gripped my purse, as I studied him - his sharp jawline, his dark eyes flicking to me between words to the waitress. He was infuriatingly calm, like he hadn’t just disturbed my night and asked me to his mistress. A ripple of annoyance flows through me.I've never seen a man this good-looking in my life. Tall,tan,strong jawline,with perfectly styled jet-black hair with a sleek suit.I hate to admit but Daniel Hawthorne is worth the time. He caught my stare and flashed a half-smile, leaning back as the waitress left. Oh that smile. It didn't match his body,which screamed dirty lust.So nice.I swear they glow even when they aren't tryi