All Chapters of WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Harper’s POVThe apartment was already half-empty when Julian arrived with the last box.I stood in the middle of the living room of the place that had never really felt like mine—cardboard stacked against the walls, the mattress stripped, the closet doors open and bare. The divorce was finalized. The last of Eli’s things had been collected days ago. Mom still wasn’t speaking to me. The double life, the secrets, the near-misses, the other men who had briefly touched what never belonged to them—all of it had led here, to a quiet afternoon and the man who had finally decided he was done sharing any part of me with the world.Julian set the box down and looked at me for a long moment. He had a key to the new place in his hand. A one-bedroom on the other side of the city, paid for in cash, under his name. No shared walls with family. No chance of someone walking in. No more borrowed rooms or hurried exits.“This is the last of it,” he said.I nodded. My throat felt tight. “Are you sure?”

Lila’s POVThe coffee machine gurgled and hissed on the counter, filling the kitchen with the rich smell of a fresh pot.Mom had left twenty minutes earlier for an early shift. The house was quiet except for the low mechanical sounds of the coffee maker and the soft pad of my bare feet on the tile. I wore only one of Marcus’s button-down shirts, the sleeves rolled up, the hem brushing the tops of my thighs. Nothing underneath. I had stopped bothering with underwear on mornings like this.Marcus stood at the sink rinsing a mug, back to me, wearing dark sweatpants and nothing else. The muscles along his shoulders shifted as he moved. I leaned against the island and watched him, already feeling the familiar low heat settle between my legs.He turned off the water, dried his hands, and finally looked at me. His eyes dropped over the open collar of the shirt, the bare stretch of my legs, the way I was already shifting my weight from one foot to the other.“You’re up early again,” he said.

Tessa’s POVThe campus was twenty-five minutes from the house on a good day.Rhys drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the center console like any ordinary morning. I sat in the passenger seat in a short skirt and a loose sweater, backpack at my feet, trying to look like a normal girl being dropped off for class. Mom had already left for work. The car smelled faintly of his cologne and the coffee we hadn’t finished.We were three minutes from the house when his hand left the console and settled on my bare knee.I kept my eyes forward. He didn’t look at me either. His fingers traced slow, idle circles on the inside of my knee, then higher, pushing the hem of my skirt up inch by inch until it rested against the top of my thigh. Cool air from the vent touched the newly exposed skin. I swallowed and stayed still.His hand slid higher.By the time we reached the main road his fingers were brushing the edge of my panties. He didn’t speak. Neither did I. The only sounds wer

Chloe’s POVIt started at the dinner table.Mom asked about my grades. I answered with a careless shrug and a smart remark about how none of it mattered anyway. Adrian’s eyes lifted from his plate and locked on mine. The look he gave me was quiet, dark, and full of promise. I felt it all the way down to my toes.Mom only laughed and changed the subject. She never noticed the way the air between us had changed.I did.After dinner she went upstairs to take a bath and call her sister. The moment the bathroom door clicked shut, Adrian stood up, collected the plates in silence, and nodded once toward the living room.“Come here.”My stomach flipped. I followed him anyway.He sat on the edge of the couch and pointed to the space between his knees. “Over my lap. Now.”I hesitated for half a second too long. His eyebrow rose. I moved.He guided me across his thighs so my chest rested on the couch cushions and my ass was perfectly positioned. The short dress I wore rode up without any help. H

*: Piper’s POVThe office door locked with a soft click.Marcus pointed to the chair in front of his desk. “Sit. Books open. You know the rules.”I knew the rules. I had failed the practice quiz on purpose. He knew it too. That was why I was here at nine at night while Mom was at her book club, why the blinds were already closed, why my stomach was tight with the same low heat that always came before one of these “study sessions.”I sat. He watched me for a long moment, then said quietly, “Clothes off. All of them.”My cheeks burned, but I stood and stripped. Shirt, bra, jeans, panties—everything folded neatly on the side chair the way he preferred. When I sat again the leather was cool against my bare ass and thighs. Marcus walked around the desk, opened the textbook to the chapter I had deliberately bombed, and placed it in front of me.“Start reading. Out loud.”I began. My voice was steady at first. He stood behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body. One hand