All Chapters of DIARY OF A FORBIDDEN LOVE: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Isabella’s pov“Victor we have to be careful, my dad just texted about stopping by your place later,” I said, sliding off the bed still naked and sticky from our last round. The penthouse felt like our secret bubble but reality was pressing in with family stuff. My legs were shaky and my pussy throbbed pleasantly sore but ready for more. Guilt mixed with this new closeness we were building made my chest tight.Victor pulled me back down kissing my shoulder. “Then we steal moments Bella. Come shower with me quickly before we figure out the family navigation. I need to feel you again while we talk this through.” We stepped into the huge rainfall shower together. Hot water cascaded over us as he pressed me against the tiles. His hands soaped my breasts squeezing them firm while his hard cock rubbed between my ass cheeks.I moaned leaning back into him. &ldquo

Maya’s pov“Mr. Calder, the final revenue projections for the Henderson account still look off by about two percent in the third quarter,” I say, standing just inside his office doorway with the binder clutched tight against my chest. My voice comes out steadier than I feel. Everyone else cleared out hours ago and the whole floor sits dark except for the warm spill of light from his desk lamp.Rhett Calder looks up from the papers spread across his wide desk. Fifty-four years old, silver just staring at the temples, jaw still sharp, shoulders broad under the white shirt he has already rolled to the elbows. He has the kind of presence that makes the air feel thinner.“Come in and shut the door, Maya,” he says. His voice is low and even, the same tone he uses in board meetings when he is about to dismantle someone.I do as he says. The soft click of the latch sounds too loud. I walk across

Maya’s pov“It is ten o’clock and the presentation is as ready as it is ever going to be,” I say, still sitting in the chair with my skirt wrinkled and my thighs pressed tight together. The numbers are perfect. My body is not. I am still soaked and aching and every breath I take feels too loud in the quiet office.Rhett finally steps back from me. He walks around the desk, loosens his tie with one hand, and pulls the bottle of whiskey from the bottom drawer where he keeps it for big clients. The glass clinks when he sets two tumblers on the low table in front of the leather couch.“Come sit,” he says. “We are done with the spreadsheets for tonight.”I stand on legs that still feel unsteady and cross the room. The couch is soft and cool when I sink into it. He sits beside me, close enough that our knees touch, and pours two generous measures. The amber liquid catches the desk lamp. He hands me a glass. Our fingers brush and the contact sends another pulse straight between my legs

Maya’s pov“Lock it,” I say, the words already out before I fully decide to speak them.Rhett does not hesitate. He crosses the office in three long strides, turns the lock with a sharp click, and then he is on me. One second I am standing near the couch and the next he has me turn around and bend over the wide desk, papers and the closed binder shoved aside with one sweep of his arm. Contracts scatter. My cheek presses to the cool wood and the stack of signed pages still left in the center.He does not undress me all the way. He yanks my skirt up over my hips, drags my soaked underwear down to my knees, and leaves them there. The air hits my wet cunt and I shiver hard. Behind me I hear his belt open, the zipper, the soft sound of fabric. He is still in his shirt, sleeves rolled, tie loose. I feel the head of his cock drag through the mess between my legs, thick and h

Maya’s pov“We should go before someone from cleaning finds us like this,” I say, still standing close enough that his chest brushes mine with every breath. My underwear is somewhere on the carpet and his cum is drying in sticky paths down my thighs. The office smells like sex and whiskey and the faint ink of the contracts we ruined.Rhett looks at me for a long second. Then he nods once, sharp and reluctant, and steps back. He watches while I tug my skirt down and smooth my blouse as best I can. There is no fixing the wrecked look of me. My hair is a mess. My mouth feels swollen from biting it while he fucked me. I leave the underwear where it is. He sees me do it and his eyes darken all over again.We ride the elevator in silence. The fluorescent lights make everything feel too bright after the low lamp in his office. His hand stays on the small of my back the entir