Semua Bab ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY STEPFATHER : Bab 21 - Bab 30

After he told me to follow him, I stood up slowly. My legs felt heavy but I started walking behind him. I hoped I wouldn’t implicate myself or get into anything worse. The bar lights felt too bright as I moved. I followed him stealthily, keeping some distance, eyes on his back. We passed tables of people laughing and drinking. No one noticed us. My heart beat loud in my ears. What was I doing? I prayed within myself that there should be no one who knows me around here again.He entered one room close to the stairs, the same stairs that led upstairs from the time I was here with Mark. The door was half open. He stepped inside and turned back. “Come in.”I stood at the door, not moving further. My hand stayed on the frame. “What do you really want? What did you mean by ‘you wanted a taste?”The man came closer to the door. His shadow fell over me. He smiled a little, eyes dark. “Come in first before we discuss anything. It’s better inside. Safer for both of us, before someone who knows

After Mark put the pieces together that Evie was hiding Alex in her room the other night, everything clicked into place. That’s why she didn’t want to touch him. That’s why she chased him out so fast with that shaky voice and nervous eyes. Mark stood there in the room, fists clenched at his sides. Fury burned hot in his chest. He wanted to storm down to her apartment, demand the truth, and make her explain every single thing. But Evie’s mom was right there, humming softly as she folded clothes with a peaceful look on her face. He forced himself to breathe slow and deep. He pushed the anger down, locking it away for later. “I’m heading to bed,” he said, keeping his voice steady. Mom smiled and wished him goodnight. The next morning, after Ethan had used me throughout the whole night, he laid there sleeping like someone who had gotten exactly what he wanted. His breathing was deep and satisfied. I dressed up quickly, my hands shaking as I pulled on my clothes in the dim light. I didn’t

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack. Mark was still buried deep in my mouth, his cock twitching with the last pulses of his release. Thick, salty cum coated my tongue and leaked from the corners of my lips. I could barely breathe. The bathroom door creaked open another inch, and Alex’s voice floated in. “Evie? Are you there?” Panic shot through me like ice water. In that split second, before Alex could push the door wider, I yanked the shower curtain shut with one desperate hand. The plastic rings rattled loudly along the rod. Water from the tap kept running cold over my skin, mixing with the mess on my chin. Mark froze against me, his fingers still tangled in my wet hair. He didn’t pull out right away. His body stayed pressed close, warm and solid in the tub. I felt him throb once more against my tongue before he finally eased back, silent as a shadow. His eyes met mine through the dim light filtering through the curtain. He looked… calm. Almost amuse

That slap landed hard. My cheek burned like fire. I stumbled against the wall, hand pressed to my face. Tears stung my eyes. “That’s it,” I said, voice shaking. I stopped pulling him. Instead, I stepped back inside, then shoved him hard toward the door. “Get out!” Alex stumbled. “Evie, wait—” I pushed again, harder this time. He crossed the threshold. I slammed the door shut behind him. The lock clicked loud. Then I sank down right there on the floor, back against the wood. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn’t make a sound. Just sat there, breathing fast, the sting on my face getting worse. Alex stood outside for a second. He raised his hand like he wanted to knock and say sorry again. His mouth opened, but he stopped. Regret hit him hard. He turned around slowly and walked away. His footsteps faded down the path. He didn’t look back. The slap really hurt. My jaw throbbed with every heartbeat. Everything from that morning crashed over me at once. Mark in the tub, forcing

I stood beside Joy, staring across the grand hall. My scarf stayed pulled low, hiding the mark on my face. The place looked beautiful at first glance. Chandeliers reflected warm light across the polished marble floor. Flower arrangements added bursts of color to every corner. The stage stood proudly at the front, ready for performances. Soft curtains framed the windows. It all seemed elegant.But I knew better. The little mistakes were there if you looked close enough.“Let’s start from the entrance,” I said.Joy nodded. “Okay.”We walked toward the main doors together. I spotted a loose ribbon on the welcome arch right away. “This ribbon is loose.”Joy quickly adjusted it, tying it tighter. We kept moving. At the guest tables, some flowers leaned the wrong way. “These flowers are leaning.”“I’ll fix them,” she replied. She gently turned the vases until they sat straight.We continued like that, checking row after row. A crooked name card caught my eye. I straightened it fast. Then a