All Chapters of Obey me, Dean (Short Story ): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ivy’s POV: “Aria?” The name came out as a startled question. “Yeah, I mean Aria,” Keisha said, folding her arms over her chest. A challenge glittered in her eyes. “Or… would that also be a problem?” “N-no, it’s not that,” I stammered, forcing a light laugh that sounded fake even to my own ears. “It’s just…” My mind raced through the complications. First, convincing Aria to come to a party was a mission in itself. Second, and more terrifying, was the introduction. What would I even say? ‘Hey, Aria, this is Keisha, my…'’ The word girlfriend felt like a live wire in my throat. “Just what?” Keisha pressed, one eyebrow arched high. “Aria doesn’t know I’m… that we’re…” I stumbled over the words, gesturing weakly between the two of us. “I’ve never talked to her about you. About us. You two have never even met.” “Oh,” Keisha let out a short, sharp laugh and shrugged, as if it were the simplest problem in the world. “Well, it’s high time we fixed that, don’t you think?” “Rig

Author’s POV: “I can’t believe this. I just… cannot believe this right now,” Wolfe growled, pressing the heels of his palms hard against his temples as he leaned heavily against the wall. “Believe it, man. I’m just as shocked as you are,” Carlos replied, a frantic hand raking through his hair. “We’ve put in all this work!” Wolfe’s voice was a low, seething thing as he dropped his hands, his gestures becoming sharp and wide. His volume began to climb, fueled by pure, incandescent rage. “Months of negotiations! And Lancaster sets the whole damn thing on fire by sleeping with Leon’s wife?!” Carlos didn’t respond. He just sank onto the couch, dragged in a deep, shaky breath, and rubbed his palms together before locking them in a white-knuckled grip. He pressed his clenched fists to his lips, his eyes staring blankly at the blank TV as if searching for an answer in the empty space. A heavy silence fell, thick with the ashes of their ruined deal. Wolfe remained braced agains

Aria’s POV: We collapsed onto the couch in a tangled, breathless heap. Kade’s arms splayed out as he fell back, and I landed with my head pillowed on one of his muscular arms, my body beside his. The only sounds in the room were the heavy, slowing rhythm of our breathing. I kept my right arm curled over my breasts, a shy barrier as I lay against the solid warmth of him. Our gazes were fixed on the ceiling, both of us coming down from the raw, unexpected intensity of what had just happened. I was desperately trying to steady the frantic pounding of my heart, hoping the drumbeat against my ribs wasn't as loud to him as it was to me. It had been quite a while since I’d been touched like that, since I’d felt so completely unraveled and put back together. A slow, secret smile spread across my lips as I stared at the ceiling, replaying the moments in my mind. Then, his arm—the one I was using as a pillow—curled inward. The movement gently turned my face until I was looking dire

Aria’s POV: “Wait,” Kade said, the word sharp with shock as he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Why?” The question felt like a trapdoor opening beneath my heart. Where would I even begin? The truth was a minefield I refused to walk through, especially not with him. Wolfe was my past and I intended to keep it that way. I swallowed, the motion painful against the sudden tightness in my throat. “Long story,” I deflected, my fingers nervously tearing the slice of bread in my hands to shreds. I kept my eyes fixed on the destruction, a safe focal point. “Just him being an asshole, as usual.” “Aria.” My name was a soft, insistent press from his lips. “Hmm?” I couldn’t look up. If I met his gaze, the dam would break. I could already feel the hot press of tears gathering, the memory of that night clawing its way to the surface. Then, his hand was there. His fingers gently cupped my chin, tilting my face up until I had no choice but to look at him. The mom

Lancaster’s POV: My eyes snapped to the screen, a jolt of pure electricity shooting through me. *Unknown: “I think our search for Aria has come to an end.”* *Unknown: “Ivy said she’d be at a party this weekend.”* My head whipped up to face Carlos at the exact moment his turned to me. We stared at each other, the unspoken truth hanging in the air between us. “A search?” I breathed, the word laced with dawning, furious comprehension. “Wait,” Carlos said, shifting forward on the couch, his posture sharpening. “That only means…” “Wolfe is also looking for Aria,” I finished, the statement a low growl. Carlos gave a slow, grim nod. I felt the phone being gently pried from my grip as we maintained our tense eye contact. “I knew it. I knew that bastard was up to sonething,” I muttered, the heat of betrayal rising up my neck. “After I told him to fucking stay away from her.” “Well,” Carlos said, his eyes scanning the message again before lifting to meet mine. “As fucked