บททั้งหมดของ A Night That Changed Everything : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Ava’s POV I had been waiting for this day longer than I wanted to admit. For almost a year I had kept myself closed, careful, untouched. Vance said he understood. He said he could wait until I was ready. Every time things grew heated between us and I pulled back, he would smile that soft smile of his and tell me there was no rush. I believed him. I needed to believe him. After growing up without parents, after years of living in my aunt’s house with money that appeared every month from a man I barely knew, I wanted one thing that felt entirely mine to give. That morning I dressed slowly, heart beating too fast. The small gift I had prepared was not wrapped in expensive paper. It was simply the decision itself. Today I would stop holding back. Today I would take the next step in my relationship with Vance. My aunt Sybil was already in the kitchen when I came downstairs. She looked up from the stove and gave me one of her practical smiles. “Don’t be late tonight,” she said. “Corren

Corren’s POV I arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes early on purpose. Sybil had insisted on dinner. She wanted me to finally sit across a table from the girl whose school fees, clothes, and quiet expenses I had covered for fourteen years. I had agreed the way I always did—calmly, with little discussion. In truth I had been avoiding a face-to-face meeting for a long time. It was easier to remain a signature on transfers and a brief voice on the phone. Easier to keep the distance that had protected both of us. Sybil had never sent photographs. I had never asked for any. The girl existed in my mind as a series of numbers and short, polite conversations. Nothing more. I told myself I was only going upstairs to wash my hands and clear my head before the meal. That was the story I gave myself when I stepped into the elevator. Then she walked in. Young. Mid-twenties at most. Dark hair, guarded eyes, a tension in her shoulders that spoke of a day already gone wrong. She did not look a

The convoy rolled through the city for a long time before the buildings thinned and the roads grew quieter. I kept my face turned toward the window the entire ride, watching streetlights blur past, trying not to feel the heat of his body so close on the leather seat. Every time the car took a corner his thigh brushed mine and a fresh, unwanted pulse of awareness shot straight between my legs. I pressed my knees together harder and stared at the glass like it could save me.When the vehicles finally slowed I saw the gates first—tall, black, ornate, swinging open without a sound. Then the long driveway lined with trees, and beyond it the house. It wasn’t a house. It was an estate. White stone, wide windows glowing with warm light, the kind of place that looked like it belonged on the cover of a magazine. Across the front, set into the stone in bold dark letters, was his name. Large enough to read from the road. My stomach tightened. I had always known he had money. The monthly transfers

Ava’s POVThe house felt different without him in it.After Corren left, the dining room fell into a heavy silence that made my skin prickle. I sat at the long table for several more minutes, staring at the half-eaten food, his order still ringing in my ears. *Don’t touch yourself while I’m gone. That pleasure belongs to me now.* The words had settled between my legs like a brand. Every time I shifted in the chair, the soft green dress whispered against my thighs and reminded me how wet I already was.I finally stood and forced myself to move.The estate was even larger than it had seemed last night. I wandered slowly through open doorways, past sitting rooms filled with dark furniture and expensive art, past a library with floor-to-ceiling shelves and leather chairs that still held the faint scent of his cologne. Everything was polished, controlled, and quiet. Staff members appeared and disappeared like shadows—nodding politely, never meeting my eyes for long. They already knew I bel

Ava’s POVI woke to the sound of distant voices and the low rumble of cars on the gravel driveway.For a moment I lay still, staring at the ceiling of the large bedroom, feeling the faint, pleasant ache between my thighs that reminded me exactly what had happened in his study the night before. The memory of Corren’s voice, his hands, the way he had fucked me over the desk while making me call him Daddy, settled over me like a second sheet. My body responded instantly—warmth low in my belly, a slow pulse of need—even though I was still half-asleep.A soft knock interrupted the thought. The same young maid from the previous morning entered with a tray and another small envelope. This time the note was longer.Breakfast is in the small dining room. Wear the black dress. We have company. — DaddyCompany.I sat up slowly. The black dress waiting on the chair was simpler than the green one—clean lines, soft fabric that fell just above the knee, elegant without being flashy. I showered quick