บททั้งหมดของ His father’s obsession with me : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Theo’s POVThe empty passenger seat beside me on the long drive back from Ridgewood felt like a fucking void. Aurora’s scent still clung to the leather—sweet, feminine, mixed with the unmistakable musk of sex. My cock twitched at the memory even though I’d just emptied myself deep inside her less than an hour ago. Her tight, perfect pussy had gripped me like a vice as she rode me in the backseat, moaning my name while the car rocked beneath us. I could still feel the way she clenched when she came, milking every drop from me.I loved that girl more than I knew how to handle.But this long-distance bullshit was tearing me apart.Back at Crestwood, everything reminded me of her. The hidden corners where we used to sneak kisses. The hotel we’d escaped to for our secret nights. Even the damn football field carried memories of her cheering me on from the stands before everything went to hell with her parents. Now I was throwing myself into practice like a man possessed. Coach praised my ag

Aurora’s POVThe weeks after Theo’s last visit stretched into a painful rhythm that tested every ounce of my strength. Mornings started with hurried texts from him—possessive good morning messages that made my heart flutter and ache at the same time. Classes at Ridgewood dragged on with their usual intensity. Advanced literature discussions, history essays, and endless group projects filled my schedule until I barely had time to breathe. Lila remained my constant, teasing me about my “secret glow” while covering for me during late-night calls. But even she could see the toll the distance was taking.Jaden’s presence in my life had settled into a careful, polite silence. We still shared classes, still exchanged the occasional necessary word during group work, but the warmth was gone. He sat farther away now. His smiles were brief and guarded. The easy conversations about family dinners and sibling chaos that once brightened my days had vanished, replaced by awkward professionalism. I m

Aurora’s POVJaden’s text arrived like a thunderbolt in the quiet of my dorm room three days after that fateful, drunken mistake. The screen lit up in the darkness while I was trying to study, and my heart immediately dropped.Jaden: Aurora, I’m really sorry for how things went down that night. I know I shouldn’t have let it happen, and I know you love Theo. But I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you felt, the way we connected… it was real for me. Give us a chance? I’d treat you right. No secrets. No long drives. Just us.I read the message at least ten times, my throat tight and my hands shaking. Part of me wanted to scream at him. Another part—the dangerous, guilt-ridden part—remembered how gentle he had been. How attentive. How the sex, while nothing like Theo’s all-consuming fire, had felt safe and almost healing in my intoxicated state. Marvelous. The word echoed in my head unwanted. His steady thrusts, the way he kissed every inch of me, the quiet way I had come apart in h

Aurora’s POVThe nights had become my personal battlefield.One particular evening, after a grueling day filled with back-to-back exam review sessions and the suffocating pressure of upcoming finals, Theo called. My phone vibrated on the desk beside my open textbooks, his name lighting up the screen like an accusation. I stared at it for several long rings, my thumb hovering over the decline button. Part of me wanted to let it go to voicemail again—to hide in the safety of silence. But the guilt, the love, and the deep ache of missing him won out.I answered.“Baby,” Theo breathed, audible relief flooding his voice. “God, I’ve missed hearing you. It feels like forever.”We talked for a few minutes about surface things—his football practice, my exam stress, how much we both hated the distance. Then, as always, his tone shifted. It dropped into that low, commanding register that used to make my body respond instantly.“Touch yourself for me, Aurora,” he murmured. “I want to hear how muc

Aurora’s POVThe silence from Theo was deafening. Days blurred into one another with no calls, no texts, no sign of life from the person who had once been my entire world. I checked my phone obsessively, hoping for even a single angry message, but there was nothing. The void left behind felt worse than his rage. I cried in the shower, cried in my bed at night, cried during quiet moments between classes when the guilt became too heavy to bear. Exams continued around me, but I moved through them like a shadow—numb and detached.Jaden found me one afternoon in a quiet corner of the library where I had hidden to avoid everyone. He approached slowly, hands in his pockets, looking as conflicted as I felt.“Aurora… can we talk for a minute?” he asked gently.I nodded, too exhausted to run. We sat at a secluded table. He looked down at his hands for a long moment before speaking.“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “For everything. I know I’m the one behind all this mess. I shouldn’t have let thing