Guilty Pleasure #2 のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Avonlea froze at the doorway for a moment, her chest tightening at the sight of Elena sitting there with swollen eyes and trembling lips. She dropped her bag to the floor and rushed forward.“Elena,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she knelt beside the bed.That single word was enough. The fragile wall Elena had tried to build around herself collapsed. She broke down harder, sobbing, shaking her body as she threw her arms around her best friend, burying her face in Avonlea’s shoulder, her entire body convulsing with the force of her tears. She clung to her best friend as if she were the only anchor in a raging sea, her fingers gripping the fabric of Avonlea’s jacket like a lifeline.“Avonlea…” Her voice cracked, muffled against Avonlea’s shoulder. “It hurts… it hurts so much.”Avonlea’s heart shattered. She wrapped her arms around Elena tightly, rubbing slow circles on her back, whispering, “Shh… I’m here. I’m here, Lena. Breathe with me, okay? Just breathe. I’m here. I’ve got yo

The inside of Elena’s walk-in closet looked like a cyclone had hit a fabric store. She stood in front of her closet like a soldier facing an impossible battle. Dresses, skirts, and tops were strewn over every available surface, a colorful testament to her rising frustration. Dresses of every color and cut hung in a neat row, yet none seemed right for tonight.She stood in the middle of the chaos, holding up a simple black cocktail dress before tossing it onto the growing ‘absolutely not’ pile with a groan. She grabbed a floral midi dress, held it against herself in the mirror, and made a sound of disgust. “Too frumpy.” A silk blouse and tailored trousers. “Too much like a work meeting.” “Useless,” she muttered to the empty room. “Everything is useless.”Nothing in her wardrobe seemed to fit the bizarre description Avonlea had concocted. She wanted something simple and gorgeous but not a screaming look at me. “Why does nothing ever cooperate when I need it to?” she muttered, tugging

The ocean’s rhythm seemed to sync with the frantic beating of Elena’s heart. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, Ryan’s words echoing through her like a wildfire she wasn’t ready to let spread. His confession hung in the salt-tinged air, a delicate, precious thing amidst the flickering candlelight. The words “you’re wrapped around every part of me” echoed in the silence.She stood frozen within the circle of his arms, her hands still pressed against his chest, feeling the solid, rapid thud of his heart beneath her palms. It was a stark contrast to the icy composure he’d worn in his office.Her lips parted, her heart betraying her with its rapid beats, but her mind screamed caution. She searched his eyes, those piercing blues that had once felt like home, but now carried the weight of too many broken promises.A bitter, broken laugh escaped her lips. She dropped her forehead against his collarbone, unable to look at him. “You say that now,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “You can’t…

Ryan stared at Elena’s face who was no less than a Goddess of beauty. Her tender hands danced along his hair. His body pressed firmly against hers, and she responded by encircling her arms around his neck, drawing him into a warm embrace. He could feel her heavy breathing on his lips. Their eyes locked in a silent understanding, the air between them charged with anticipation, until the inevitable moment when their lips met for the nth time that night, and she let out a soft moan into his mouth. He put his hand around her waist and pulled her closer, his eyes locked with hers. Their tongues intertwined as his hands roamed over her back, caressing the softness of her skin. "Oh, Ryan!" Elena moaned in his mouth. Ryan pulled down the zip of her dress. Her tight boobs were caged in the bra. He kissed her neck and inhaled her sexy smell. She moaned, pulling him closer. His tongue played on her neck and shoulder, moving towards her cleavage. "Oh butterfly! You’re so beautiful!" he murm

Ryan stumbled into the expansive glass-walled shower, a grunt of surprise torn from his lips as the spray instantly drenched his hair, his jeans, his skin. He blinked water from his eyes, his hands coming up to steady himself against the slick tiles, completely unprepared for the wild, naked woman who had just ambushed him.Elena’s lips crashed onto his, hungry and desperate. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pressing her body against his slick chest. He groaned into her mouth, his hand gripping her thigh and hauling her up against him, as though she weighed nothing.He kissed her back with equal ferocity, his tongue dueling with hers, his teeth nipping at her lower lip. The water cascaded over them, plastering her hair to her skin, streaming down his face and chest, but they were oblivious to everything but the feel of each other.When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, steam beginning to curl around them in the enclosed space, Ryan looked down at her, his chest heaving. Water