All Chapters of Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Lena’s POV 🌸By 6:15 a.m., my alarm tore through the silence like a siren. I groaned, dragging my exhausted body upright. My eyes felt gritty, my shoulders stiff, and a dull ache pulsed between my thighs — a lingering reminder of last night’s unwelcome arousal. Sleep had been restless, fractured by vivid flashes of Kendra riding Professor Reed and the intense stranger from the penthouse whose fingers had brushed mine like a promise.Reality crashed over me before my feet even touched the floor. Today was the Criminal Law mid-semester test — thirty-five percent of our final grade. One slip-up and my scholarship could crumble. Without it, everything would collapse: Cleo’s school, this apartment, our fragile little life.In the kitchen, Cleo was already awake, eating cereal straight from the box, his small frame hunched over the counter. He looked up at me with a deep frown that seemed far too old for his eleven years.“You came back really late,” he said quietly. “And you look… tired.

Lena’s POV 🌸The notification came in just after 10:30 p.m. — another high-value order to the same penthouse. My heart slammed against my ribs. I knew I should decline it. I knew this was becoming something more than deliveries. But the promised tip was too good to ignore, and some traitorous part of me wanted to see him again.I accepted the order and headed there immediately.When I reached his door, my hands were shaking. I knocked twice.“Come in, Lena,” Adrian’s deep voice called from inside.I hesitated for half a second, then pushed the door open. The penthouse was dimly lit, city lights sparkling through the massive windows. Adrian stood near the living area in black sweatpants and a fitted white t-shirt that clung to his muscular frame. He looked relaxed, but his eyes burned when they landed on me.“Lock the door behind you,” he said calmly.I did.He nodded toward the marble kitchen island. “You can put the bag there.”I walked over and set the food down, overly aware of ho

Lena’s POV 🌸The apartment door clicked shut behind me just after 3:30 a.m. The sound felt impossibly loud in the silence. I stood in the dark living room for a long moment, heart still racing, legs unsteady beneath me.Cleo was asleep on the couch, curled into a tight ball with one arm hanging off the edge. His phone lay on the floor, screen facing up. I picked it up carefully. Two missed calls. Both from me — or rather, from the sister who was supposed to be home.Guilt twisted sharp and deep in my chest. I draped the blanket over his small shoulders and brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead. He looked so young like this. Too young to be worrying about whether his sister was coming home.I slipped into my tiny bedroom, closed the door, and leaned against it. My delivery jacket still smelled faintly of Adrian’s cologne. Between my legs, I was sore, sticky, and still faintly throbbing. Every shift of my thighs brought back flashes — Adrian’s tongue dragging slowly through my