All Chapters of Anything For You: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The clink of glass against the marble countertop echoed through Sophia's cozy kitchen as she poured a generous glass of ruby-red Merlot. Emily's mascara-streaked face stared blankly ahead, her eyes puffy and red-rimmed."Fuck it," Sophia muttered, setting down the glass and grabbing the entire bottle instead. She pressed the cool glass into Emily's trembling hands. "You need this more than I do, babe."Emily's fingers curled around the bottle's neck, her engagement ring noticeably absent. The weight of it felt both comforting and dangerous - a lifeline and a weapon all at once. She took a long swig, relishing the warmth as it slid down her throat."I can't believe that bastard," Emily choked out, her voice raw from crying. "After everything we've been through..."Sophia perched on the kitchen stool beside her, placing a reassuring hand on Emily's shoulder. "He’s a fucking idiot, Em. You deserve so much better than that cheating asshole."Emily's mind raced, replaying the horrific scen

The smell hit Emily like a freight train - stale beer, cigarette smoke, and something distinctly mechanical. Her nose wrinkled involuntarily."Jesus, Soph. Are you trying to get us killed?" Emily muttered, eyeing the leather-clad patrons.Sophia just laughed, leading them to the bar. "Two rounds of five shots. Your strongest stuff," she told the bartender, slapping down some cash.Emily's eyes widened. "Are you insane? We'll be on our asses before midnight.""That's the point, babe. Now shut up and drink."As the bartender lined up the shots, Emily felt eyes on her. She tugged at her dress self-consciously, wishing she'd worn jeans instead.Sophia leaned in close, her breath tickling Emily's ear. "Stop fidgeting. Every person in this joint thinks you're smoking hot."Emily snorted. "Yeah, right. I look like a librarian who took a wrong turn.""Trust me," Sophia said, grabbing the first shot. "You're turning heads. Now let's get fucked up and forget about that cheating bastard."Emily

Emily popped the caps off two beers, the familiar hiss and sharp scent filling her small kitchen. She handed one to Lucas with a coy smile, then hoisted herself onto the countertop."Cheers," she said, clinking her bottle against his. As Emily sipped the cold beer, she began unlacing her boots, hyper-aware of Lucas' eyes on her. The hem of her dress inched higher, revealing more of her thighs. As she bent to pull off her second boot, she felt Lucas move closer. When she looked up, he was standing between her parted knees, his piercing blue eyes locked on hers.Her heart raced. Fuck it, she thought. I deserve this.Without hesitation, Emily reached up and pulled Lucas into a searing kiss. He tasted of beer, his stubble was rough against her skin. As his strong hands gripped her waist, drawing her to the edge of the counter, a small voice in Emily's mind whispered a warning. But the heat of Lucas' body and the intoxicating rush of desire drowned it out completely.Lucas' lips crashed

Emily's eyes fluttered open, squinting against the harsh morning light streaming through her curtains. Her head pounded, as mouth dry as sandpaper. As memories of the night before came flooding back, a mix of exhilaration and unease washed over her.She glanced at the muscular arm draped across her waist, following it to the ruggedly handsome face of Lucas, still peacefully asleep beside her. Emily's stomach did a little flip. ‘Shit,’ she thought. ‘What the hell did I do?’Part of her wanted to kick him out. But another part longed to stay wrapped in his strong arms, to feel that delicious ache between her thighs just a little longer.As if sensing her inner turmoil, Lucas stirred. He rolled towards her, one piercing blue eye cracking open. A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his face."Good morning, baby girl," he rumbled, voice husky with sleep. Emily's breath caught in her throat. "Morning," she managed to squeak out.Lucas propped himself up on one elbow, openly admiring her.

Emily's fingers tapped an irregular rhythm on the steering wheel as she navigated the winding coastal road. The salty breeze whipped through her open window, carrying the faint scent of fried food and engine oil from the nearby pier. "Jesus, my head is pounding," Sophia groaned from the passenger seat. "Remind me never to mix tequila and attempted pancakes again."Emily snorted. "At least we didn't burn down your kitchen. Small victories."She pulled into a parking spot near a row of gleaming motorcycles, their chrome accents catching the late morning sunlight. As they stepped out of the car, Emily's gaze lingered on the bikes. For a fleeting moment, she pictured herself on the back of one, arms wrapped around a broad-shouldered rider in a leather jacket. She shook her head, banishing the image."Earth to Em," Sophia called, already halfway to the cafe entrance. "You coming or what?"Emily jogged to catch up, her boots crunching on the gravel. "Yeah, yeah. Just... admiring the view."