Chloe's POV.I didn’t remember walking home.My feet moved, but my mind was stuck.. right there on the street, Hardin's voice still echoed in my ears like the chorus of a dangerous song I couldn’t stop humming.His words haunted me.“You and I both know… I already live in your head.”He was right. God help me, he was so right.The second my front door clicked shut behind me, I slumped against it, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon. Maybe I had... emotionally, anyway.I kicked off my sneakers and wandered into my apartment like a ghost, switching on the hallway lamp more for comfort than light. I needed grounding. Something normal. Something that reminded me who I was before Hardin stepped into the picture.I curled up on the couch, knees tucked to my chest, and stared blankly at the muted TV.I hadn’t texted Hayes all day.Again.The guilt tangled in my stomach like a knot I couldn’t untie. He didn’t deserve this. He was sweet. Kind. The kind of guy who brought flow
Chloe's POV.A deep sigh escaped my lips as I walked out of the company building, exhausted and tired. It had been one of those endless days at work where the hours dragged and everything I touched seemed too heavy to lift. I just wanted to get home, curl into bed, and pretend like the weight on my chest didn’t exist.I stood at the edge of the curb, my eyes squinting against the setting sun, and my hand raised slightly to flag down a cab. Traffic inched along lazily, horns honking in the distance. I was mid sigh, debating whether to start walking toward the next block, when a familiar black Mercedes slowed in front of me.At first, I thought it was Hardin.My heart stalled. That luxurious car, that same sleek body… I braced myself, gripping the strap of my bag tighter, heat crawling up my neck like a flame threatening to burn through my resolve.But the driver’s window rolled down, and my stomach settled, only slightly.It wasn’t Hardin. It was Hayes.My boyfriend.He smiled at me..
Chloe's POV. There was something particularly cruel about waking up on your birthday only to feel more alone than ever. I’d always romanticized birthdays as a kid... cake in the morning, too many messages to count, laughter that made my cheeks hurt. But reality wasn’t so kind.The sun was already up and shining by the time I peeled myself off the sheets. I hadn’t showered. I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t even replied to the handful of birthday texts that felt more like reminders of who wasn’t reaching out.No call from Hayes. No video message. No surprise flowers.Nothing.He was on a business trip, yes, and he’d texted me a short “Happy birthday, babe" at exactly 12:01 AM. But that was it. No warmth. No depth. No real effort.And maybe that was what stung the most.I was twenty four today. I thought I’d feel more… alive. But the only thing I felt was heavy. Like something inside me had been quietly deflating since morning.Lying on my side, I stared at the wall across my bedroom, watching
Chloe's POV.The warmth of Hardin’s palm on the small of my back sent a confusing jolt through me.. half thrill, half dread. It was my birthday. A day I thought I’d be spending alone, sulking beneath the weight of guilt and temptation. But there I was, stepping out into the night, led by the one man I shouldn’t even be entertaining thoughts about.Hardin.He looked sinfully handsome under the streetlight, dressed in a dew button up shirt that hugged his sculpted chest just enough to make me dizzy. His jaw was clean shaven, and his eyes… God, those eyes had the audacity to smolder.“Careful,” he said, as he helped me down the steps of my apartment. “Don’t trip. Though I wouldn’t mind catching you if you fall… or pinning you down, for that matter.”I rolled my eyes, trying to mask the way his words pooled heat between my thighs. “You’re incorrigible.”“And yet… you’re still here,” he whispered near my ear, his breath hot, fragrant with that minty cologne that made me want to melt into h
Chloe's POVI could feel my heart kicking hard against my chest as we pulled up in front of my apartment. I didn’t want the evening to end. I didn’t want to get out of the car. And I sure as hell didn’t want to go back to my quiet, lonely room and replay the entire date in my head like a lovesick fool.But there I was... seated quietly in Hardin’s car, the engine purring beneath us, matching the low hum of tension that had been rising between us all evening. He put off the engine, and for a moment, neither of us moved.His hand casually rested on the steering wheel, while his other arm draped over the leather. I could feel his gaze on me even though I kept my eyes forward.“I hope tonight made up for… you being alone earlier,” he said softly. His voice had a gravelly warmth to it that sent a ripple down my spine.I smiled, unable to stop the blush rising to my cheeks. “It did. You made my birthday... more special than I ever imagined.”“Good.” He leaned a little closer, the scent of h
Chloe's POV.It had been days since my birthday. Days since that stolen night filled with laughter, rich food, and butterflies I didn’t want to admit I felt.And I had done everything humanly possible to shut that door.I buried myself in work. Avoided answering messages from Hayes... guilt was a bitter anchor tied around my neck. And more than anything, I avoided any chance of bumping into Hardin. It wasn’t easy. Every time I passed a mirror, I saw that night in my eyes. Every quiet moment, I remembered the way he looked at me over dinner like I was more than just someone he flirted with. Like I was someone he felt. But tonight… tonight the universe decided it had enough of my games.I turned the corner to my street, sighing as the wind whipped my coat around my knees, I saw him... leaning casually against his car, arms crossed over his chest. Hardin.He didn’t move as I approached, just tilted his head and let those ocean deep eyes burn into mine.“Been avoiding me, angel,” he sai
Chloe's POV.His lips were on mine before my thoughts could even catch up.Everything that had been bottled up inside me.. the guilt, the longing, the confusion, the aching want, came undone the moment I crashed into him. I had ran into his arms like my body had decided long before my brain could. Hardin held me with such desperation, such ferocity, that I knew… he’d been waiting. Just like I had.And now? We couldn’t pretend anymore.His hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing against my cheeks like I was the most precious thing he’d ever held. His mouth moved hungrily against mine, a low groan escaping his throat as I kissed him back with everything in me.“God, Chloe…” he murmured against my lips, his breath hot. “You have no idea what you do to me.”I didn’t respond... not with words. I didn’t need to. My arms were already around his neck, my fingers tangled in his thick dark hair, tugging him closer as our mouths fought for dominance. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was an unraveling. A
Chloe's POV."Are you okay?" Hardin asked softly as he broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. "Yeah" I muttered under my breath.I was super delighted to be finally getting what I have craved terribly for the past few weeks.He placed his hands on both sides of my head and kissed me gently.Shivers ran through my body as I felt his hand reach out for my boobs and cupped it softly, giving it a gentle squeeze. Then he slowly bent his head forward to my chest and skillfully took one of my nipples into his mouth."Hah!" I gasped lightly as I felt his tongue rolling on it.He added a little pressure and made it more intense, like a suckling baby feeding from his mother.He lifted his other hand to the other breast and fondled with it while he sucked from the other.I didn't even realize when I wrapped my hands around him, sending my fingers into his hair."Oh, Hardin!" I moaned, my eyes squeezed shut, as the tingling sensation drove me wild.He reached for the second breast sucking it h
Chloe's POV. It was only a split second before his zip was flying open and his cock, out to my hungry eyes.It's thickness glorious, with a bulbous head that's now completely exposed, the foreskin pulled back to reveal a glistening purple black helmet. "Can't take your eyes off it, huh?" His voice snapped me out of my chain of admiration, and I chuckled nervously. He suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair, not painfully, but firmly enough to make it clear who's in control. From this position, his cock looks even more bigger... a veiny, pulsing tower of flesh pointing directly at my face. The scent was overwhelming, the pisshole at the tip dilates slightly as another bead of precum forms, this one thicker.His cock twitched right in front of my face, and another glob of precum oozed out, hanging in a sticky strand from the tip."Someone might walk in, Hardin." I mumbled in a really low tone, my hands resting limply on my thighs. "Well, you have to admit that makes i
Chloe's POV.I should have known better than to think I could survive the night without slipping.Hayes had been glued to my side since the moment we arrived, his hand permanently stamped to the small of my back like a branded claim. His touch made my skin crawl, not from nerves, but discomfort. I tried to mask it with smiles, polite nods, meaningless chatter with the crowd. I even entertained a few harmless flirtations from other men, if only for a little breathing room.But Hardin… God, Hardin had different plans.Since after the little moment Hardin and I shared dancing, Every time I caught a glimpse of him across the room, he wasn’t just watching me... he was devouring me with those stormy eyes. His gaze made my skin burn hotter than the champagne slipping down my throat.I lost track of how many times I swallowed the lump in my throat, pretending not to notice him.Pretending I wasn’t thinking about the dance we shared earlier.Pretending my body wasn’t already aching.At some po
Chloe's POV.The party was already in full swing by the time we arrived.Hayes’s hand was firmly placed on the small of my back the entire time, his touch possessive, as if silently warning off anyone who so much as looked at me.He guided me through the crowd like I was an accessory he was proudly showing off... and judging by the way many heads turned when we walked in, he wasn’t wrong."Smile," Hayes whispered near my ear, squeezing my waist slightly. "You’re the star of the evening now."I forced a polite smile and nodded as he led me toward a cluster of well-dressed men and women chatting near the bar.For the next hour, Hayes barely let me out of his grasp.He introduced me to countless family friends, investors, distant cousins, and old colleagues.Every time someone tried to engage me in more than polite small talk, Hayes’s hand would tighten on my waist, silently pulling me closer into his side.I tried to stay present, nodding and laughing when appropriate, but my mind was e
Chloe's POV.A loud sigh escaped my lips immediately I dropped the hairdryer, after what felt like an eternity of blowdrying, I stood still, gazing at my reflection in the full length mirror. My hands smoothed down the sides of the dress that clung to my body like it had been made just for me. A deep emerald green gown, silk and delicate, the fabric whispering over my skin with every slight movement. It hugged my waist, dipped respectfully at my cleavage, and cascaded like liquid over my hips.I couldn't help but smile.This wasn’t just any dress.It was the one Hardin had bought me."I want you to feel me close to you... even if you're with him," he'd murmured against my ear the night he gifted it to me, his voice a low rumble that still sent shivers down my spine.He had pulled it out of a black velvet box with the wildest smirk, his eyes shining with pride and possession.And now, here I was, wrapped in his choice, feeling beautiful, wanted, and heartbreakingly... his.I twirled s
Chloe's POV."Well, isn't this quite a better cinema?" He winked.I felt him pull his fingers out of me and he crawled up on top of me and reclaimed sucking my nipple. His mouth felt so good but I had other plans for the moment.I sat up, took his shirt off and gently pushed him back making him lie down. "Allow me give you a good time too," it was my turn to wink back at him.I pulled his jogger down and off. Straddling one of his legs I took his swollen cock in my hand and began to stroke it. It was pretty thick at this point, definitely a handful for me. Softly at first and then I tightened my grip. When I saw a drop of pre-cum form, I leaned down and licked it up with the tip of my tongue. "Fuck Chloe, your mouth is fucking magic."I heard him moan as I put my lips around the head of his dick. I moved my hand down and fondled his balls as I slid my mouth all the way down the shaft to the base. I felt the tight flesh glide over my tongue and press into the back of my throat while h
Chloe's POV.The movie was in full swing now, grazing soft flickers of warm light through the windshield, and the occasional breeze would blow at us through the small unwinded part of the window. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt sacred. Even the other cars around us seemed to have faded into a blur, as though we were the only ones in this entire lot.I nestled deeper into Hardin’s side, his arm resting securely around my shoulders, his thumb occasionally brushing the top of my arm like it had a mind of its own.On the screen, the lead couple stood beneath the rain, drenched, arguing about something deeply emotional and silly all at once... until he grabbed her face and kissed her. The kind of kiss that steals the breath from your chest, not just because it was passionate, but because you could see their entire story behind it.I exhaled slowly.Hardin must’ve felt me tense because his voice came low and soft beside my ear. “What are you thinking?”I bit my lip, not wanting to
Chloe's POV.I had just come out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my damp body, when I heard the doorbell ring. My first thought was that Hayes might’ve come back again. I nearly rolled my eyes at the thought. But when I peeked through the peephole, my heart stuttered.Hardin.He leaned lazily against the frame, dressed in black jeans and a white shirt. His hair was styled just the right amount of messy, and those annoyingly irresistible dimples appeared the moment he noticed the door creak open.“Well, well,” he drawled, “Look who smells like lavender and temptation.”I couldn't even pretend to smile. I stepped aside, motioning for him to come in.“Hey,” I mumbled.He stepped in, and the second the door closed behind him, his hand came to my waist, fingers teasing the edge of the towel.“I thought I’d stop by and get a kiss or five,” he said, leaning in as though to steal one already. But I pulled away slightly, moving to the side and crossing my arms. His eyes narrowed the tin
Chloe's POV.I watched as Hardin drove out of my house, although his scent and the memories of everything everything we've done together lingered on my head.I stood at the door for a minute longer after he left, arms folded over my chest as I leaned against it, smiling like a fool. The weekend had been… magical. No, scratch that... it had been dangerous, sinful, addictive. We had fallen deep, deeper than I thought was even possible.And now, it was Monday morning. And reality came knocking like a doorbell. I needed to get back to work.With a small sigh, I turned away from the door and dragged my weekend bag across the living room toward the bedroom. The entire space emitted a deceptive calmness. As if the storm brewing in my chest didn’t exist.I opened my bag and began unpacking. My clothes still smelled like Hardin’s cologne... masculine, spicy. I paused mid fold, pressing one of my dresses against my face, breathing him in like some sort of addict. God, what was wrong with me?
Chloe's POV.Just as he was beginning to spasm and close to cum, he suddenly pulled out of me, his gaze on me, now fierce and hot."Get rid of the remnant of clothes on your body." This time, he sounded more authoritative, and I knew he was in his fierce mood.I slowly peeled off the buttons of the shirt and ripped it off my body. my face burning with excitement for what is coming.Hardin watched with predatory eyes, his still hard cock bobbing in front of him. I was standing before him, completely naked."Goddamn, I've got to say this every second, you are perfection at it's peak, princess." he whistled, eyes roaming over my exposed body. "Now turn around. Let me see that ass."I rotated slowly, showing him my backside, my tits swinging with the movement."Fuck yeah, Bend over and show me what I own." I slowly bent at the waist, placing my hands on the counter again, presenting my ass to him like a bitch in heat."Nah, against the wall. Hands up high where I can see them."I shuff