All Chapters of Seventh Seduction : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

DIRTY GOSSIP WITH MY BOSS'S DAUGHTER.Laura's POV I sat on the edge of Lily's bed, the pink comforter bunching under my thighs, feeling like a teenager at a sleepover instead of a mid-thirties nanny in her employer's house. The room smelled of vanilla candles and that faint, sweet perfume Lily always wore—something floral and innocent. Her posters of pop stars stared down at me, their glossy smiles too perfect, too knowing. God, what am I doing here? Chatting with my boss's daughter about... him? This is insane. But Lily's the only one who knows, the only one who gets it. My spoilt destiny helper—in her words.Lily flopped onto her stomach across from me, propping her chin on her hands, her eyes wide and sparkling like she was about to spill some juicy school gossip."Okay, Laura, spill. Have you and Dad done it again? You know, after that first time?" She paused. “You wouldn't be trying to give me a lie again. Would you?”My cheeks burned, a flush creeping up my neck. I shifted, tuc

DEEP IN THE BATH TUBThe steam from the boiling pasta curled up like whispers, filling Brucha's cramped kitchen with the scent of garlic and tomatoes. I stirred the sauce, my mind drifting to the evening ahead. God, Brucha's been so busy today. Tonight was supposed to be ours—candlelight, wine, me slipping into that lacy thing I packed. But he's glued to his laptop again, probably nodding off already. I glanced toward the living room where the blue glow flickered from his screen. He's older, sure, but I thought that meant stability, not this exhaustion.The door creaked open behind me, and I turned with a spoon in my hand. There was Senior Jack, sauntering in like I was cooking for him. His robe hung loose, the belt barely knotted. What the hell? He's always lurking, that smug grin like he knows something I don't. Our eyes met, and he paused, letting the fabric slip just a fraction. Then more. It parted, revealing everything—his cock, half-hard, unapologetic."Lily," he drawled, vo

MY EX BOYFRIEND IS A CASANOVA I stepped into Kova's house, the door creaking like an old secret finally spilling out. My heart thudded in my chest, not from nerves—God, no—but from that electric buzz I'd missed for months. The air smelled of his cologne mixed with stale takeout, and I scanned the living room: cluttered coffee table, basketball sneakers kicked off by the couch, a framed photo of him and Shalling grinning at some party. My stomach twisted. Shalling, my friend. His girlfriend. The one who'd just dominated that basketball match last night, all sweat and triumph, while Kova cheered from the stands wearing the chain I'd given him. Flaunting it like a trophy from a conquest he'd discarded."Why are you here?" Kova asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his broad chest. His dark eyes flicked over me, curious but not surprised. He'd always been good at reading my moods, back when we were tangled up in each other.I forced a smile, flipping my hair over

MISSING THE SEXY BILLIONAIREThe silk of my sheets clings to my thighs like a lover who won’t let go, but it’s not enough. Not tonight. Not when every inch of my skin still remembers his hands. I roll onto my side in the dark, the city hum outside my window a mocking lullaby, and my thumb hovers over his name again. Mr. Karim. The contact glows soft gold on the screen, the same way the suite lights had painted his chest when he’d stood over me, shirt unbuttoned, eyes dark with that quiet hunger.God, the suite. I can still smell the faint trace of his cologne on my pillow from the last time I buried my face in it, pretending. Marble floors cool under bare feet, floor-to-ceiling glass showing the glittering sprawl of the city below like imaginary luxury. He’d poured champagne without asking, the flute cool against my lower lip before he tilted it himself, watching me swallow. “You taste better than this,” he’d said, voice low, and I’d laughed—actually laughed—because no client had ever

THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS—LILYBrucha's POV The afternoon sun slanted through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the worn couch where Jack sprawled, flipping through his phone. I paced the narrow strip of carpet between the coffee table and the TV stand, my bare feet sticking slightly to the tiles with each turn. My pulse hammered in my ears, not from the heat, but from the words I’d been swallowing for weeks. Lily. Her name alone sent a rush through me, warm and electric, like the first sip of something forbidden that you know will change everything.“Jack,” I started, voice low, almost cracking. I gripped the back of the chair a bit tighter. In my head, her face bloomed—those soft brown eyes crinkling when she laughed at my dumb jokes, the way her fingers brushed mine last time. Her courage and straight forwardness. Lily is just a completion of everything I lacked. She was entertaining too, or would I say she is a talkative and I love her more for that. Lily is everyth