Semua Bab Sinful Attraction : Bab 81 - Bab 90

PretendingCalvin's POV "I don't regret kissing you." The words came out before I could stop them. And the moment they were out in the open, hanging between us, I knew I meant them. Every single word. Selena froze. The noise of the café seemed to fade into the background as she stared at me. People moved around us. Coffee machines hissed. Conversations filled the air. But none of it mattered. All I could focus on was her. The woman I'd spent years trying to forget. The woman who had somehow walked back into my life and turned it upside down in less than two weeks. Her lips parted slightly. Like she wanted to say something. For one stupid second, hope flared inside me. Maybe she would tell me she didn't regret it either. Maybe she would admit she'd been thinking about it all week. Maybe she would stop looking at me like I was a mistake she'd made while drunk. Instead, she looked away. And just like that, the hope disappeared. A dull ache settled in my chest. Not

One Step Forward, Two Steps BackCalvin's POV I couldn't stop staring at her. I tried. God knows I tried. But the moment I saw Selena in the club, every bit of self-control I'd spent weeks building vanished. She was standing close to the dance floor with her friend. Laughing. Smiling. Looking completely unaware that she'd just stolen every ounce of attention I had. The black dress she wore fit her perfectly. Elegant. Simple. Beautiful. Just like her. My eyes immediately found hers across the crowded room. And the second they did, something shifted. That familiar pull. That undeniable attraction. The thing I'd been fighting since she arrived in London. Maybe even longer than that. Because if I was being honest with myself, I'd been losing this battle for years. "Well." Marcus appeared beside me holding a drink. "Now I understand." I didn't bother looking away from Selena. "Understand what?" "Why you've been acting like a miserable idiot." I finally glanced at

The Door That Shouldn’t Have Opened Selena's POV The next few weeks felt like something I had stepped into by accident. Something warm. Something addictive. Something I was slowly becoming afraid to lose. Calvin and I didn’t define anything. We didn’t need to. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. Because defining it would make it real. And if it became real, then it could break. But everything else? It was already real. Dinner dates that stretched into late-night walks through London streets. Quiet mornings where he’d bring coffee to my apartment like it was the most natural thing in the world. Evenings where I’d find myself in his space, laughing at things that weren’t even that funny just because he was looking at me like I was something worth smiling at. And nights… Nights were dangerous. Nights were where the rules disappeared. Where everything blurred. Where thinking stopped and feeling took over. Where Calvin’s name became somethi

Marilyn’s POV The moment the plane lifted into the sky, I finally stopped pretending I was okay. Not strong. Not graceful. Not the composed Marilyn Carter the media loved so much. Just broken. Completely broken. I leaned my head against the airplane window while New York slowly disappeared beneath the clouds. The city looked beautiful from this vantage point. Quiet. Peaceful. Funny how something so beautiful could hold so many ugly memories. A flight attendant approached me with a warm smile. “Would you like champagne, ma’am?” I looked at her for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yes. Please.” The cold glass touched my fingers gently. I took a slow sip, letting the alcohol burn through my chest while trying not to think too hard. But that was impossible. Because every time I closed my eyes… I saw them. Anthony. And Carina. My husband. And my best friend. I almost laughed bitterly at the thought. If someone told me three months ago that Anthony

Marilyn’s POV I should have walked away immediately. That was the smart thing to do. Instead, I stayed sitting there listening to a ridiculously attractive younger man flirt with me while my entire life was actively falling apart. Clearly, my decision-making skills were deteriorating. “I’m not interested,” I repeated firmly. Liam leaned back comfortably in the chair beside mine like he had absolutely nowhere else to be. “That hurts my feelings.” “You’ll survive.” “Cold.” I picked up my book again, hoping he would finally understand the universal signal for *leave me alone.* Unfortunately, Liam Hayes did not seem like a man who understood boundaries. Or maybe he simply enjoyed ignoring them. The worst part? He was charming enough to make irritation difficult. “You know,” he continued casually, “most people are nicer to strangers.” “I’m usually nicer when strangers don’t force conversations on me.” “That sounds fair.” “Good. Then go away.” He laughed softly under his