บททั้งหมดของ Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Lena’s POVThe lingering heat of the climax was still cooling on our skin, leaving us sprawled across the oversized leather couch in a tangle of spent limbs and heavy, uneven breaths. I had my face buried softly against the plush cushions, my body feeling delightfully heavy and pleasantly bruised from the sheer intensity of what we had just shared. Adrian was lying close behind me, one heavy, possessive arm slung securely around my waist, his fingers lazily tracing circles against my bare hip.Then, cutting through the tranquil silence of the room, a sharp, vibration buzzed against the floorboards.My phone, lying discarded on the table just a few feet away from the couch, lit up the dim space with a harsh, glaring white light.I froze. A sudden, cold spike of dread pierced straight through the warm post-coital haze, tightening my throat and making the air feel instantly thin. I didn't need to look at the screen to know who was calling. The timing, the persistence, the sheer audacity

I couldn't breathe in that room. The walls felt like they were closing in, and every second I sat there pretending to focus on slide twelve felt like a ticking time bomb. If Richard was actually stupid enough to drive over here, he wouldn't just wreck my life—he would detonate everything I had built and shatter whatever delicate footing I had found with Adrian."I need some air," I murmured, standing up so abruptly my chair scraped harshly against the floorboards. "Just... give me two minutes. I need to step outside."Before either Kendra or Leo could ask a question, I snatched my phone off the table, turned on my heel, and practically sprinted toward the front door. I pulled it open, stepped out into the quiet hallway of the apartment building, and let the door click shut behind me, sealing off the academic sanctuary.My fingers were trembling as I unlocked the screen. The missed calls and angry text notifications from Richard were stacking up like an indictment. Without giving mysel

Leo’s POVThe heavy rhythmic clang of steel plates slamming against rubber-matted flooring provided a steady, brutal cadence to the late afternoon. Sweat trickled down my temples, stinging my eyes before dripping off my jawline as I gripped the knurled steel of the barbell. My muscles burned with a familiar, searing heat, every fiber of my upper body trembling under the immense load of two hundred and twenty-five pounds.I inhaled sharply, braced my core, and pressed the weight upward in one fluid, explosive motion until my arms locked out. For an hour, the gym had been my sanctuary—a place where equations, corporate restructuring metrics, strategic slide decks, and the messy, tangled complications of human relationships could be stripped away and reduced to simple physics. Gravity, resistance, and raw exertion.I racked the barbell with a metallic clatter that echoed through the high-ceilinged training facility, stepping back and blowing out a long, ragged breath. I reached for my sh

Kendra’s POVThe silence in the apartment felt different now—thicker, heavier, like a physical weight pressing down on my chest. The notes and highlighters from our study session were still scattered across the dining table, but my eyes couldn't focus on a single word of the corporate restructuring text. My fingers were locked around my phone, turning the sleek black casing over and over again against my palm.For almost a long time, that name had been completely absent from my call log. Ever since the online lynch mob had detonated my reputation, tearing my life to shreds and isolating me from the inner circles of campus society, Clara had gone radio silent. Clara—the girl whose friendship I had desperately prized, the center of gravity in a social hierarchy I had spent years trying to climb. Losing her validation had felt like losing the ground beneath my feet.Then, right as I stared blankly at the dark screen, the device vibrated violently against my palm.A sharp gasp escaped my

Clara’s POVThe heavy oak front door of our house clicked shut behind me, sealing me inside a quiet, sterile sanctuary that suddenly felt more like a tomb. I didn't bother turning on the lights. I kicked off my flats, let my tote bag slide off my shoulder and crash onto the hardwood floor, and walked straight upstairs with a staggering gait.The moment I crossed the threshold of my bedroom, the rigid composure I had forced myself to maintain throughout the journey back from campus completely shattered. I didn't even make it to the mattress; I collapsed onto the edge of the bed, dragging my knees up to my chest and burying my face in my hands as a violent, suffocating wave of sobs tore through my throat.The sound of my own crying echoed off the bedroom walls, sharp and pathetic. I curled into a tight ball, my shoulders shaking uncontrollably as the reality of what I had done settled over my bones. Confessing to Kendra hadn't magically washed away the guilt; if anything, it had only ma