Semua Bab One Night With My Ex's Father: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Lila checked her phone one last time as the elevator climbed to the tenth floor. It was just past seven, and she had picked up Tyler's favorite Thai food from the place on 53rd Street. Extra spicy pad see ew, the way he liked it. She smiled to herself, thinking how nice it would be to surprise him. Lately he had been moody, saying he was stressed about job interviews that never seemed to go anywhere. She paid the rent, the cable, the groceries, everything. But tonight she wanted to remind him they were in this together.The hallway smelled like someone's dinner cooking. She balanced the paper bag in one arm and fished for her key with the other. The door clicked open quietly. She stepped inside, kicking off her shoes."Tyler?" she called softly. "Babe, I'm home early."No answer. The living room lights were on low, the TV off. She set the food on the kitchen counter and noticed something odd. A pair of red high heels sat by the couch. Not hers. They were strappy, expensive-looking

Lila woke up slowly, sunlight pouring across the huge bed like it owned the place. Her body ached in the best way possible. Every muscle reminded her of last night, the way Marcus had pinned her down, the way he had moved inside her until she could not think straight. She shifted under the sheets and felt the warm stickiness between her thighs. He had come inside her again. No condom. The thought sent a hot little thrill straight to her core.She lay there for a minute, listening to the shower running in the bathroom. Water hit the tiles in a steady rhythm. Her mind wandered back to everything. Tyler had never made her feel like this. Never left her sore and satisfied and still wanting more. Marcus had to be in his late forties. Silver threaded through his dark hair, tiny lines at the corners of his eyes. How did a man that age fuck like he was twenty five? The stamina, the strength, the way he knew exactly how to touch her. It made her thighs press together just thinking about it.Th

The phone kept buzzing on the nightstand,Marcus reached for the hotel phone, his jaw set hard, fingers already moving toward the buttons for security.Lila caught his wrist. Her skin still carried the warmth from where he had held her. The sting in her palm from earlier thoughts of revenge mixed with something heavier now. “Don’t call them yet. I want to face him myself.”Marcus studied her for a long moment, his dark eyes searching hers. He nodded once, slow. “I’ll have security watching every step. You go down, you say what you need to say, and you come straight back up. No longer than ten minutes.”She slipped into the emerald dress he had laid out earlier. The fabric slid cool and smooth over her bare skin, hugging her curves in a way that made her stand a little straighter. No underwear, no bra, just the dress and the faint ache between her legs that reminded her exactly where she had been minutes ago. She rode the private elevator down alone, heart pounding louder with every fl

Three days later Lila still hadn’t gone back to the apartment. Sarah’s pull-out couch had started to feel like a holding cell. Every morning her phone lit up with Tyler’s messages—some begging, some furious, some just the word “please” repeated until the screen looked sick. She stopped reading them after the second day. Marcus’s messages were different. Short. Steady. No pressure, but no retreat either. **Marcus:** Car is downstairs if you need it. **Marcus:** Ate yet? **Marcus:** I’m not going anywhere. On the fourth morning she texted him back for the first time since the coffee shop. **Lila:** I need my laptop and some clothes. Can we go today? His reply came in under a minute. **Marcus:** Twenty minutes. He was waiting in the same black Bentley, engine idling, rain beading on the hood. When she slid into the passenger seat he didn’t kiss her. He just looked at her for a long second, like he was checking she was still in one piece, then pulled into traffic. The apartment

The first week after the benefit felt like living inside a different city. Marcus’s world moved faster and quieter than anything Lila had known. A black car appeared whenever she needed it. A personal shopper arrived with racks of clothes that fit like they had been made for her body alone. Her old laptop was replaced with a sleek new one already loaded with every design program she had ever wanted. When she mentioned, almost offhand, that she had always dreamed of running her own high-end event firm, Marcus simply said, “Then do it,” and by the next afternoon a temporary office suite in a building he owned was hers to use. She still woke some mornings expecting the old panic—the unpaid rent, the empty fridge, the sound of Tyler’s voice asking for money. Instead she opened her eyes to floor-to-ceiling glass and the low, steady breathing of a man who had already decided she belonged here. They hadn’t set a wedding date yet. The ring was enough for now. The city was still digesting th