All Chapters of MIDNIGHT TRANSACTIONS: A Collection Of Forbidden Lust : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Extra CreditMaya’s POV“Look at her. Still wearing that same ugly sweater from last week.”Tessa’s voice cut across the back of the lecture hall, bright and mean. I kept my eyes on the page in front of me, but the words still landed hard between my shoulder blades.“I swear she only owns three outfits,” another girl said. “All of them from the thrift store. Charity case special.”Soft laughter followed. Not loud enough for the professor at the front to notice. Loud enough for everyone in the last three rows to hear, including me.My fingers tightened around my pen until the plastic creaked. I forced myself to keep writing the date at the top of my notebook even though my hand would not stay steady.A third voice joined in, lower, almost bored. “My cousin works in financial aid. She said the full-ride kids are usually the ones who know how to smile pretty for the committee. Or do more than smile.”More laughter. Someone kicked the back of my chair, just hard enough to make me jolt for

After Class Maya’s POV“Look who finally decided to show up.”Tessa’s voice hit the back of my neck the second I sat down. I kept my eyes on the desk and opened my notebook like I had not heard her.She was wearing a tiny black skirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Every time she shifted in her seat, the fabric rode higher, showing smooth skin and the edge of black lace. The girl beside her had on an even shorter one, the kind that made boys in the front row keep turning around.“I honestly do not know how she keeps showing her face,” the second girl said. “If I had to live off other people’s money, I would hide.”Soft laughter rolled through the last two rows. My stomach tightened until it hurt.A third voice joined in, louder this time. “My sister said scholarship students are the ones who sleep with whoever signs the forms. Explains a lot, does it not?”More laughter. Someone kicked the leg of my chair hard enough to make my pen jump across the page.“Oops,” Tessa whis

The Seminar RoomMaya’s POV“What the hell is she doing here?”Tessa’s voice cut across the quiet third floor of the library. I did not look up, but I felt her walking toward my table.“You mean the charity girl?” one of her friends asked, laughing. “I thought she only existed in the lecture halls.”Tessa stopped right beside me. Today she was wearing a short black gown that clung to her body and ended high on her thighs. Every time she shifted, the fabric rode up even more.“Move your bag,” she said.I did not move fast enough. She shoved my bag off the table with one hand. Books and pens scattered across the floor.“Pick them up,” she ordered.I bent down. The moment I did, she placed her heeled foot on the back of my hand and pressed down hard.“Oops,” she said loudly. “I slipped.”Pain shot up my wrist. I pulled my hand free and sat up, face burning. A few students looked over, then quickly looked away. No one said a word. No one ever did. Tessa’s father was an assemblyman. Everyo

The Rules Isabella’s POVI woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of movement in the kitchen.Rafael was already dressed in black trousers and a dark shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He stood at the counter like he had been awake for hours. When he heard me come in, he did not turn around.“Sit,” he said.I stayed standing. “Good morning to you too.”He poured coffee into a second cup and placed it on the island. “There are rules. You will follow them.”I walked closer and picked up the cup. “Or what?”He finally looked at me. His eyes were cold and steady. “Or I make you follow them. Your choice.”I leaned against the counter. “Let me guess. No leaving. No phone. No talking to anyone without your permission.”“Correct. The door stays unlocked at night. You eat when I say. You sleep when I say. If you need something, you ask me. You do not open the front door for anyone. Clear?”I took a slow sip. “Crystal clear, bodyguard.”“Rafael.”“Whatever.”He stared at me for a long

CrossFire Isabella’s POVThe morning after felt colder than the night before.Rafael barely looked at me when I walked into the kitchen. He was already dressed in black, gun holstered at his side, coffee untouched on the counter. The same man who had been inside me hours earlier now stood like a stranger.“You are doing it again,” I said.He did not turn around. “Doing what?”“Pretending nothing happened between us.”He finally faced me. His eyes were flat. “What happened last night does not change anything. You still follow every order I give. You still stay inside. You still do not question me. Is that understood?”I crossed my arms. “So we are back to this? You give commands and I am supposed to obey like a good little prisoner?”“You are not a prisoner. You are under protection.”“It feels the same.”He picked up his phone and walked into the living room without answering. The distance he put between us felt deliberate. I hated it more than I wanted to admit.The day passed in he