All Chapters of The Morning After : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Fuck..” He slammed her against the bed, his lips fusing against her. A hand on her ass, pressing his hard-on forward on her. It sent a bolt of lust burning through her earning a moan from Audrey. Her hand trailed down, curious yet excited. “Ah-ah, not yet love.” He grabbed her hand and kept her fingers in his mouth.Audrey swallowed dry. This was an experience that she hasn't experienced before and she was living each and every bit of it. His tongue coated her fingers with his saliva, his eyes piercing through her soul. The air in the room felt heavy, thick with the scent of musk and the frantic heat radiating between them. There was something primal in the way he looked at her, not just desire, but hunger. The sensation of his warm, wet tongue swirling around her fingers sent a shock shooting straight to her core, making her thighs tremble.He finally released her hand, but the reprieve was short lived. His hand slid from her ass, traveling upward in a prudent way, tracing the cur

Audrey stared at her phone long after the call ended.Bristol University. All the way in Rhode Island.“Jesus.” She let out a sigh, dragging both hands down her face. She was exhausted. Last night, she'd woken up in a five-star hotel after a one-night stand with a man whose name she didn't even know. Now, less than twenty-four hours later, her brother was in trouble.“I need to book a ticket.” She said she grabbed her phone beside her and started to check train schedules. The next available one is in two hours. She booked it quickly. She stood up from the bed, walked over to the wardrobe to get a small bag and shoved in some clothes, her charger—anything that was necessary for her to use. She still had most of the money from that black box. After a short hesitation, Audrey opened the bag where she had kept some of it, counted out enough for the train, a hotel, food, and whatever her brother might need, then put the rest away again.By the time she left her apartment, her mind was

He walked down the long hallway toward his grandfather’s office, hands in his pockets, expression cold and unreadable. The staff he passed stepped aside without a word. Everyone knew better than to speak to him when he looked like that.The door was already open.His grandfather sat behind the large desk, oxygen tube in place, but his eyes were still sharp.“You’re late,” the old man said.“Traffic,” he replied, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.His grandfather studied him for a moment. “I saw the photos from last night.”He didn’t react. “And?”“You’re still living like a boy who has nothing to lose.” The old man’s voice was calm, but firm. “The board is losing patience. The investors are asking questions. And I don’t have much time left.”Vasileios' hands were in his pockets. “I’ve increased the company’s profits every quarter since I took over. That should be enough.”“It’s not,” his grandfather replied. “Money isn’t the only thing that keeps a company standing. Repu

“Oh fuck…” Her head thrashed the pillows, moaning in ecstasy, her fingers curled inside of her. Her other hand gripped the sheets tightly, her back arching off the bed. She could still feel him inside of her. The way his hands had her through the night. The way he thrusted deeper into her. How he commanded her to touch herself while he watched in awe. How his tongue dragged down her soaking pussy, overlapping every time. How he made her beg for it. Her fingers moved faster. Her thumb found her swollen clitoris as it moved in circles, circling around it to reach her climax. “Shit….shit….” She breathed, her eyes squeezed shut. A croaked moan left her as her body trembled in pleasure as it washed over. She kept her fingers moving until she stopped. The only sound in her room was her breathing. She stared at the ceiling, still dazed. She slowly pulled her hand away and let out a breath. “What the hell is wrong with me..” She muttered. With a long sigh, she got out of bed and walked

Seven days had passed. He had gone on two more dates since then—both arranged by his grandfather, both completely forgettable and frustrating. One woman talked about her fashion success. The other spent the entire dinner trying to impress him with names of people he didn’t care about. He left both early. None of them stayed in his mind longer than the car ride home. That morning, Malcolm dropped a black folder onto his desk and sat down without waiting for permission. “You’re going to want to look at this,” he said. Vasileios didn’t glance up from his laptop. “If it’s another candidate from my grandfather’s list, I’m not interested.” “It’s not.” That made him look up. Malcolm leaned back in the chair, watching him. “I looked into quiet options. People outside the usual circle. No socialites. No family connections. Someone clean.” Vasileios closed the laptop slowly. “And?” Malcolm nodded toward the folder. “I found someone.” Vasileios picked it up and opened it. Th