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NOMALCY

مؤلف: Sophie George
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-26 23:06:25

Lena’s POV

I lay completely still, listening to the steady, sound of Adrian’s breathing beside me. One of his heavy arms was still slung possessively over my waist, anchoring me to the mattress.

My muscles ached from the unyielding tension of holding my life together by a frayed thread.

Slowly, carefully, I slid out from under Adrian’s arm. He stirred, murmuring something unintelligible into the pillow. I didn't waste a second. I gathered my clothes, dressed quickly in the quiet suite, and let
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  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   BEHIND CLOSER DOORS

    Lena’s POVMy phone buzzed on the kitchen counter while I was trying to focus on making coffee. I picked it up, seeing Adrian’s name flash across the screen."Hey," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady."Hey, love," Adrian’s smooth voice came through the speaker. "You've been cooped up in that apartment all day. Why don't you come down to the office? You can hang out in my suite, and I’ll keep you occupied."A knot tightened in my stomach. The last thing I wanted was to step foot near anything associated with Adrian’s family name after what happened yesterday. But staying here, staring at that dark business card on my coffee table, was driving me insane."Is your dad going to be at the office?" I asked, holding my breath.There was a brief pause on the line. "No," Adrian replied, sounding slightly confused. "Why?""Nothing," I quickly recovered, forcing a casual tone. "Just wondering. Okay... I’ll let you know when I’m heading over."I hung up and turned to look down the hallway

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   NOMALCY

    Lena’s POV I lay completely still, listening to the steady, sound of Adrian’s breathing beside me. One of his heavy arms was still slung possessively over my waist, anchoring me to the mattress.My muscles ached from the unyielding tension of holding my life together by a frayed thread.Slowly, carefully, I slid out from under Adrian’s arm. He stirred, murmuring something unintelligible into the pillow. I didn't waste a second. I gathered my clothes, dressed quickly in the quiet suite, and let myself out of the bedroom before the rest of the estate began to stir.I ordered a cab to take me back to my apartment. When the car dropped me off and I finally unlocked my front door, the sudden silence of my space hit me like a physical wave.The apartment was quiet. Cleo, my younger brother, was at home, fast asleep in his room, dead to the world, I’m sure he had been gaming all night.I dropped my bag by the door and leaned my back against the wood, letting out a long, shuddering breath. I

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   THE WALLS CLOSE IN

    Lena’s POV The final echoes of the Vanguard charity gala faded into the quiet hum of the estate. The towering chandeliers had been dimmed, the last of the high-society guests had departed into the cool night air, and the sprawling hallways finally felt like they were breathing again.I stood in the foyer with Adrian, my heels aching and my nerves frayed to a breaking point. I had survived the evening. I had smiled, I had danced, and I had successfully navigated the silent, terrifying war zone between Richard and Julian. I just wanted to go home, slip into my own bed, and pretend that the world wasn't spinning out of control."Don't go back to your place tonight," Adrian said softly, stepping closer and resting his hands gently on my waist. His voice was warm, carrying that effortless, magnetic charm that made it so easy for people to love him. "Stay here with me. It’s late, and I want you close.""Adrian, I should really head back," I protested weakly, my heart already hammering agai

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   TURNING THE TABLE

    Professor Reed’s POV I was sitting on the edge of the plush sofa, trying to catch my breath as my chest heaved, when my phone let out a sharp, jarring ding against the glass coffee table.I grabbed it, expecting a routine message, but the screen flashed with a text that instantly drained all the blood from my face.From: Sarah “Reed. At my place. Now.”My stomach plummeted. The panic hit me so hard and fast that I couldn't even mask it. My hands began to shake slightly, my jaw tightening as a cold sweat broke out across my back. Kane, noticing the sudden shift in my posture and the frantic look in my eyes, pushed himself up from the cushions beside me, his brow furrowing."What's wrong?" Kane asked, his voice dropping into that cool, demanding tone. "You look like you just saw a ghost.""I... I have to go," I stammered, scrambling to my feet and hurriedly grabbing my shirt and pants from the floor.Kane crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow in annoyance. "So fast? You just got here."

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   THE UNINVITED PARTY

    Kendra’s POV It had been a while now and I missed him. I missed the way he commanded a room, the way his heavy, thick cock filled me until I couldn't remember my own name, and the arrogant way he looked at me like I was his favorite possession.I hadn't called him. Kane didn't like being summoned; he liked being the one in control. So, I decided to surprise him.I headed straight up to Professor Kane’s place, my heart hammering against my ribs not from the cold, but from an ache that had been plaguing me for days.Beneath my heavy wool coat and black cashmere turtleneck, I was wearing a blood-red lace teddy—strappy, completely sheer, and designed to tear away at a moment's notice. I hadn't bothered with a bra or panties. Just the lace and my own mounting heat.Taking a deep breath, I pressed my thumb against the doorbell.Inside, heavy footsteps echoed across the hardwood floor. The deadbolt clicked, and the heavy oak door swung open.Kane stood there in dark grey sweatpants, his che

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   THE GRAND ILLUSION

    Lena’s POV We both got ready for the night. The ballroom of the was a masterpiece of blinding lights, cascading crystal chandeliers, and the low, elegant murmur of high-society chatter. Outside the tall arched windows, the night was pitch black, but inside, it was a blinding theater of power, wealth, and dangerous pretenses.Guests were trooping in and out in a continuous, glittering stream. Senators, business magnates, and socialites in designer gowns flowed through the double doors, their laughter ringing like delicate glass against the marble floors. Everywhere I looked, hands were being shaken, hollow compliments were being traded, and alliances were being silently brokered over flutes of champagne.Right beside me stood Adrian, looking every bit the pristine, untouchable heir in his tailored tuxedo. He kept one hand firmly, possessively at the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd as we exchanged polite pleasantries with the arriving elite."You look stunning tonight, L

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   GUILTY PLEASURES

    Lena’s POV 🌸The apartment door clicked shut behind me just after 3:30 a.m. The sound felt impossibly loud in the silence. I stood in the dark living room for a long moment, heart still racing, legs unsteady beneath me.Cleo was asleep on the couch, curled into a tight ball with one arm hanging of

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   NO TURNING BACK

    Lena’s POV 🌸We stayed pressed against the cool glass, breathing hard.Adrian’s forehead rested against mine as his warm cum painted my stomach and breasts. My legs trembled around his waist, my freshly fucked pussy still throbbing and leaking. I had never felt so exposed, so ruined, and so alive

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   NOT PART OF THE SERVICE

    Lena’s POV 🌸The notification came in just after 10:30 p.m. — another high-value order to the same penthouse. My heart slammed against my ribs. I knew I should decline it. I knew this was becoming something more than deliveries. But the promised tip was too good to ignore, and some traitorous part

  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   SECOND GLANCE

    Adrian’s POVThe city lights stretched beneath my penthouse like a conquered kingdom. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, whiskey in hand, the ice long melted. Power had made life predictable. Women especially. They saw the money, the penthouse, the reputation, and became easy. Boring.But not

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