Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Lena’s POV Adrian stepped inside, looking slightly travel-worn from his early return, yet radiating that effortless.The traditional chorus of family greetings rippled through the hall as he made his entrance. First, he walked straight toward his father, Richard, who stood with a glass of scotch in hand. The two men exchanged a firm, brief handshake—a customary display of patriarchal acknowledgment, though the air between them crackled with an unspoken, competitive undercurrent that made my breath catch. Adrian then greeted his brothers, trading a sharp nod with Julian and a quick clasp of the shoulder with Damien, effortless in his display of familial dominance.Finally, Evelyn stepped forward, her face softening into a rare, genuine smile as her eldest son approached. Adrian wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in a warm embrace before pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. It was a domestic picture of perfection—one that made my stomach churn with a sickening wav

Kendra’s POV It had been a while now and I missed him. I missed the way he commanded a room, the way his heavy, thick cock filled me until I couldn't remember my own name, and the arrogant way he looked at me like I was his favorite possession.I hadn't called him. Kane didn't like being summoned; he liked being the one in control. So, I decided to surprise him.I headed straight up to Professor Kane’s place, my heart hammering against my ribs not from the cold, but from an ache that had been plaguing me for days.Beneath my heavy wool coat and black cashmere turtleneck, I was wearing a blood-red lace teddy—strappy, completely sheer, and designed to tear away at a moment's notice. I hadn't bothered with a bra or panties. Just the lace and my own mounting heat.Taking a deep breath, I pressed my thumb against the doorbell.Inside, heavy footsteps echoed across the hardwood floor. The deadbolt clicked, and the heavy oak door swung open.Kane stood there in dark grey sweatpants, his che

Lena’s POV The final echoes of the Vanguard charity gala faded into the quiet hum of the estate. The towering chandeliers had been dimmed, the last of the high-society guests had departed into the cool night air, and the sprawling hallways finally felt like they were breathing again.I stood in the foyer with Adrian, my heels aching and my nerves frayed to a breaking point. I had survived the evening. I had smiled, I had danced, and I had successfully navigated the silent, terrifying war zone between Richard and Julian. I just wanted to go home, slip into my own bed, and pretend that the world wasn't spinning out of control."Don't go back to your place tonight," Adrian said softly, stepping closer and resting his hands gently on my waist. His voice was warm, carrying that effortless, magnetic charm that made it so easy for people to love him. "Stay here with me. It’s late, and I want you close.""Adrian, I should really head back," I protested weakly, my heart already hammering agai

Lena’s POVMy phone buzzed on the kitchen counter while I was trying to focus on making coffee. I picked it up, seeing Adrian’s name flash across the screen."Hey," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady."Hey, love," Adrian’s smooth voice came through the speaker. "You've been cooped up in that apartment all day. Why don't you come down to the office? You can hang out in my suite, and I’ll keep you occupied."A knot tightened in my stomach. The last thing I wanted was to step foot near anything associated with Adrian’s family name after what happened yesterday. But staying here, staring at that dark business card on my coffee table, was driving me insane."Is your dad going to be at the office?" I asked, holding my breath.There was a brief pause on the line. "No," Adrian replied, sounding slightly confused. "Why?""Nothing," I quickly recovered, forcing a casual tone. "Just wondering. Okay... I’ll let you know when I’m heading over."I hung up and turned to look down the hallway

Richard’s POV Lena had fled back upstairs like a frightened rabbit, terrified of being caught, terrified of what she had become. But the truth was written all over her flushed skin and swollen lips: she belonged to me. Adrian might keep the public display and the illusion of exclusivity, but when it mattered—when the doors were locked and the masks came off—she was mine.I adjusted my tie, smoothed my jacket, and walked out of the restroom with measured, unhurried strides.Back in my private office on the top floor, I poured a finger of scotch into a heavy crystal glass and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Every person in this building was a piece on the board, moving only when I permitted it.Including my eldest son.A soft knock rattled the door before it swung open. Adrian stepped inside, looking slightly distracted as he tossed a set of car keys onto the edge of my desk."Father," Adrian said, walking over toward the seating area. "You wanted to see me the other eveni