Semua Bab Forbidden Heat: Tales of untamed desires: Bab 11 - Bab 20

My boyfriend’s apartment smelled like him even when he wasn’t there—coffee grounds, his cedar body wash, the faint leather from his work bag still sitting by the door. He left for the three-day conference in Abuja on Thursday morning, kissed my forehead, told me to make myself at home, and promised he’d call every night. I waved from the balcony while his uber disappeared around the corner, then went back inside and locked the door. I liked being alone in his space. It felt grown-up, Adult. Like I belonged here. His older brother, Kian, had a key too. He lived in the same building, one floor up, but he crashed here sometimes when his own place got too loud or when he drank too much after closing the bar he managed. I’d met him maybe six times total, tall, broader than my boyfriend. Darker hair, sharper jaw, eyes that stayed on you one second too long. He never said much. Just nodded, gave that half-smile that never reached his eyes, and disappeared into whatever room

I stood near the open bar with a champagne flute that had been refilled way too many times. The string quartet played something soft and romantic while everyone else smiled like this was the happiest day on earth. For me it felt like stepping into a slow-motion car crash. My best friend since kindergarten was marrying the love of her life. And standing three feet from the groom, looking unfairly good in his charcoal suit, was Caleb fucking Reed. The man who’d ripped my heart out six years ago when I found him balls-deep in some sorority girl on my own couch.He hadn’t changed much. Same sharp jaw, same dark hair that always looked like someone just ran fingers through it, same cocky tilt to his mouth when he caught me staring. Except now he was the best man, raising a glass and giving a toast that made the whole room laugh. I wanted to throw my drink at his perfect face.Footsteps. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him.“Still run away when things get hard, Mia?”His voic

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft ding, trapping me inside with him again. Mr. Reyes. My boss. The man whose sharp eyes followed me through every meeting and whose deep voice made my stomach flip during presentations. Today, the office had emptied early because of the storm outside. I had stayed late to finish the quarterly report, and he had lingered in his corner office like always. Now, here we stood, shoulder to shoulder in the small metal box heading down from the fifteenth floor.I kept my gaze fixed on the glowing numbers above the doors. 14... 13... My heart beat a little faster than normal. He smelled like clean soap and something darker, like wood and spice. I clutched my bag tighter against my side and tried to breathe normally."Long day," he said suddenly. His voice was low, rough around the edges.I glanced up. He stared straight ahead, jaw tight, hands in his pockets. The suit fit him perfectly, dark fabric stretching across broad shoulders. "Yes, sir. The number

My old sedan sputtered and died on the empty highway stretch just after sunset. Smoke curled from under the hood. I cursed and slammed my palm on the steering wheel. Phone signal? Zero bars. Perfect. Miles of nothing but dry fields and fading light around me. I popped the hood and stared at the engine like I knew what I was doing. I didn’t.Headlights appeared in the distance. A big black pickup slowed and pulled behind me. The driver stepped out, tall and broad, grease stains on his jeans and a faded black t-shirt stretched across his chest. Tattoos snaked up both arms—dark ink patterns of gears, flames, and skulls. His face carried rough stubble and sharp eyes that scanned me first, then the car.“Need help?” His voice sounded low and gravelly, like he spent most days shouting over engine noise.“Yeah. It just quit on me. I’m Mia.” I wiped my hands on my shorts, suddenly aware how short they were and how tight my tank top clung after the hot day.“Name’s Jax.” He leaned over the

The walls in this apartment building were paper thin. Every night around eleven, I heard him. Ryan. My neighbor next door. The low rumble of his voice, the rhythmic thump of his bed against the shared wall, and the breathy moans of whatever woman he brought home. I lay in my own bed, hand slipping between my legs, imagining it was me he was fucking so hard.I never saw much of him during the day. Just quick glimpses in the hallway or the laundry room in the basement. Tall, broad shoulders, dark messy hair, and a smirk that made my stomach flip. He worked odd hours, probably construction or something that kept his arms strong and his body hard.Tonight was no different. I pressed my ear to the wall after turning off my lights. His deep voice carried through clearly.“That’s it, baby. Take it deeper,” he growled. The woman moaned louder. The bed creaked faster. I bit my lip and slid my fingers inside my already wet pussy, matching his rhythm. I pictured his cock, thick and har