All Chapters of STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

STEEL The door slammed closed behind Melissa and Catalina, and for a second the quiet felt like a test. Just Sin and me. She was breathing too hard, her cheeks still red from punching the hell out of me. I touched my jaw with the back of my hand and laughed, low and jagged. "You had your shots in, sweetheart. Better now?" Or do you want to get your husband on the phone and explain to him how loyal you are while you're accusing me?" Her eyes flashed to mine, flames burning. "Don't—" I stepped forward, crowding her against the wall. “Don’t what? Don’t tell the truth? You’re a married woman, Sin. Married. And yet you’ve been in my bed, under me, clawing at me like I’m oxygen. But I’m the one who’s unfaithful?” She shoved at my chest, fire in her voice. “You had another woman on you!” I laughed so hard, I pressed my body against hers, holding her in place. "Had? She was on me. I wasn't touching her. And you know damn well I didn't even look at her the way I look at you." Her mouth

BOYCE I watched her come into the room, shoulders braced, lips pursed up tight like she was facing a storm. My storm. I leaned up against the window, coat open, hands jammed into my pockets like I didn't have a care in the world. "Close the door," I whispered. She hesitated, glanced over her shoulder at the voices in the living room, then listened. The closing of the door was one I never did tire of—privacy. Control. I let the silence drag out until she fidgeted, crossing her arms. "You've been gone for a while," I murmured. Her chin went up, a look of defiance on her face. "I fell asleep." I smiled, a small, slow one. "In Steel's bed?" That rang a bell. Her face trembled, the briefest flicker of shame, but she hid it quickly. "You don't know that." "Oh, I know enough." I stepped away from the wall and approached her, slow, measured strides, calm and smooth, like I was discussing the weather. "I see the way you eye him. I see the way he eyes you. Hell, half the damn city see

MELISSAThe bass thrummed straight through my chest like it wanted to disrobe me.Or perhaps that was just the tequila.I was somewhere else. Not drunk—somewhere else. Spinning, laughing, hips pressed against whoever was behind me on the dancefloor. It did not matter. My head felt light, my throat was burning, and my body was one huge bruise. Every beat is a throb between my legs."Mmm, fuck, I need—" I muttered under my breath, tossing my hair away from my face as I leaned forward at the waist, grinding down. A pair of sweaty hands tried to wrap around me, but I batted them away. "Not you, asshole."That was when a hand encircled my wrist. Hard. Cold. Familiar."Melissa."My belly bounced on the ground even before I managed to turn. Jaden. A tall, crisp suit jacket flung open halfway, his face resembling chocolate with a disappointed sigh. His eyes tugged over me like a magnet."Ohhh, great," I slurred, smiling. "Babysitter arrived."His jaw was clenched. "You're drunk."No shit. I s

BOYCE The thing about charity events is—they’re mine. Not the kind of “mine” where I actually care about the starving kids or the dying forests or the clean water wells that are supposedly being funded by tonight’s bottomless champagne and overpriced silent auction. No. I mean mine because every flashbulb, every headline, every spotlight—it comes with my name attached. Boyce Philanthropist. Family Man. Devoted Husband. And there she is at my side. The jewel in my crown. Sinclair. My wife. My perfect wife. Three years and not a crack in the mask. She still lets me drape an arm around her waist, still tilts her head just so when photographers call for the couple shot, still smiles that serene smile that makes the world believe she’s happy to be mine. She tolerates it. She tolerates me. These three years after almost dying, I have grown apart from some things, part of which is my grandfather's strict will putting me on chokehold as I am very grateful to her to sticking via

JASSONThe night had mostly passed after the slap which rang across the ballroom, but I couldn't help feeling that something was off. I needed air. I needed answers.That was when Jared saw me.He wasn't like the others skirting the borders of rumor. He didn't appear to be here to pick at scabs or surf the tide of scandal. He just approached, cool, steady, as if he'd been waiting for me."You okay, Jasson?" he asked, his voice even.I laughed out, low and without humor. "Define okay."He cocked his head, regarding me. "Come. Let's speak somewhere less noisy."I followed him to a side hallway where the music receded to a muted hum. He rested against the wall, arms folded across his chest, and for the first time that night I felt like somebody wasn't hovering nearby waiting to judge me."You boys carry a great deal," Jared said. "A great deal more than the majority of your age should. And I think you have a right to know. why things are the way they are."I furrowed my brow. "What are y