Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Lena’s POV My hands shook as I smoothed my dress down. My hair was a mess, and my skin felt like it was on fire. I looked at the desk, the mahogany wood that had held me just moments ago, and I felt a wave of dizziness. My breath came in short, jagged gasps. What had I just done?I had just betrayed Adrian in his own office, with his own father.Richard stood a few feet away, adjusting his trousers with calm, steady hands. He looked completely at peace, as if we hadn't just done something that could ruin everything. He caught my eye and walked over, his expression unreadable. He reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering against my burning cheek."Don't look so shocked, Lena," he said, his voice smooth like velvet. "There is no need to feel ashamed. It is perfectly normal to want someone who knows how to handle a woman like you. I know exactly how to make you happy. I know how to make you feel things you've never even dared to imagine."I couldn't f

Richard’s private residence was draped in shadows, the air heavy with a silence that felt like a challenge. When I stepped through the door, he was waiting in the darkness of the foyer. He did not say a word. He didn't have to. The way he looked at me, with those sharp, knowing eyes, told me exactly what was expected. He took my hand, his grip firm and steady, and led me deeper into the house. He walked with a calm authority, leading me toward a room that felt entirely removed from the rest of the world.He didn’t waste time with small talk or polite questions. He stopped in the center of the large, plush bedroom and simply looked at me. His gaze dragged over my body with a possessive intensity that made my knees weak."You came," he murmured, his voice a low, rough vibration in the quiet air. "I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away."He stepped closer, his hands sliding around my waist to pull me flush against him. The difference between him and Adrian was immediate and startling.

Professor Reed’s POVEvery notification on my phone made my stomach turn. I was constantly checking for a message from her, the woman who held my life in the palm of her hand. Her name was Sarah, an administrative clerk in the registrar’s office. To the rest of the school, she was just another staff member behind a computer screen. To me, she was the person who could end my career with a single tap on a screen.The blackmail had started three weeks ago. She had somehow gotten a hold of the footage of me with Kendra and Clara. She had sent me a screenshot of the video, her face looming large in the attachment, and the demand was clear: satisfy her, or the world would see everything. I had already complied once, forced by the sheer panic of potential ruin. It had been a blur of humiliation, a transaction where my dignity was the currency.I sat at my desk, trying to grade papers, but my mind was blank. I felt like a prisoner in my own skin. Just as I started to settle into a rhythm, my p

Professor Kane’s POVFor the first time in months, the heavy, suffocating knot of resentment that usually sat in my chest had loosened. I left my office early, stopping at a florist for deep, velvet-red roses and a bottle of vintage red wine. Heading to Reed’s place, my heart was hammering against my ribs. I hadn't seen his home in ages, and I felt a strange mixture of nervousness and homecoming.When I got there I knocked. A moment later, the door creaked open.Reed stood there, looking tired but beautiful in a simple grey sweater. His eyes widened when he saw me.“Kane?” he breathed. “I… I didn't know you were coming.”“I wanted to surprise you,” I said, stepping inside. The air smelled like his cedar cologne and old books—a scent that had been absent from my life for far too long. I set the wine and flowers on the entryway table and closed the distance between us. I reached out, my hands cupping his face, my thumbs tracing the line of his cheekbones. He leaned into my touch, a sha

Lena’s POV The door creaked open, the heavy brass handle turning with a slow, deliberate finality. My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs that I was certain the entire room could hear the rhythm of my terror. Richard, however, was a statue of composure. With one swift, decisive motion, he pulled himself out of me, the sudden absence of his heat leaving me shivering on the edge of the mahogany desk.He didn't panic. He smoothed his trousers with chilling precision, his eyes never leaving the expanding sliver of light coming from the hallway. I scrambled to pull my dress down, my fingers trembling as I tried to mask the ruin of my appearance.Richard stepped forward, blocking the view of the desk entirely with his broad frame. He walked toward the door with an easy, arrogant stride, opening it just enough to step into the hallway and close it firmly behind him.I held my breath, every muscle in my body coiled for the sound of discovery. Through the thick oak, I heard the murmur