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- ISOBEL -He’s such a jerk. I frown staring out the planes of the car window, deep in thought. I can’t believe he just gave me the ‘I like you but it’s not you, it’s me’ bullshit talk, well, it’s similar but that’s not the point.I want him. Maybe sexually and more but I’m open about it. He claims to want me but he’s not doing anything to prove it. A sigh leaves my lips. Guilt immediately washes over me.Maybe taking care of my hospital bills after Cain crashed our first date and paying for the apartment I live in right now, along with the fact that I ended up in his home after collapsing last night proves it.I immediately shove the thought away. That’s him acting as a father! I don’t want him to be a father to me, I want him to be my daddy. I want him to have me on my knees, waiting to be used by him in every single way. I groan out loud.I can’t tell if my need is due to the fact that I’ve not had sex for months coupled with the fact that the best manly thing in my life is him or
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- CAMERON - I don’t want to do anything right now. I feel awful. Well, not entirely awful, just the absence of her presence here is noticeable and this is odd. She’s only been here once and I was barely at home when she was, so why does the few minutes I spent with her hurt like a bitch? I don’t know. When Isobel left, I hopped into the shower to clear my head and wash every trace of blood off my body. Being in the shower as warm water ran down my body made me realise how much of an asshole I was. Dumbass! I judge myself in my head. Who the fuck lets a girl slip away when she was just under his mercy, begging to be laid? Which same man doesn’t want to hop on that opportunity? What is wrong with me and being logical? Shit. Not to talk of the fact that I made her feel like shit. The look on her face showed how saddened she was and that kind of broke me. Back then, I wasn’t even sure if it was the right time to invite her to Emily’s wedding as my plus one of if that would’
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ISOBEL'S POV I am running. Not in the woods like a normal cliché movie, but past blocks of apartments of a poor neighborhood. My heart beats faster with each step I take forward and every step sends spikes of pain through my skull, but I refuse to let it slow me down. When every limb in my body is on the brink of collapsing, one agonising headache won't be a reason for me to stop running. I can't stop. If I do... only God knows what will happen to me. My lips part, releasing a sharp breath that morphs into a scream. Despite the intensity of my cry for help, it feels as though no one hears me amidst the pursuit. That can't be right. People live in these buildings. Everyone knows everyone's business. Gossip is easy to spread around in this area. I know that because I lived here once. Yet it seems like no one was calling the police. The quietness of the night proves it. This is a very small neighborhood and the cops would speed up here if a crime is reported, there was nothing th
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- ISOBEL - Something about having money makes you addicted to it. The scent. How it feels in your fingers. The respect it can give and no matter how much you have, you just want more. Greed kills the good girl training in you and you find yourself doing what you never thought you would. But you enjoy it, of course. For once, you want to be a bad girl and dine with rich men. Enjoy luxury with a fake smile. Not that you hate it, but because you have to smile to get more. The lust in the eyes of men as they take your presence in, the desire pulsing through their veins, and knowing you're wanted and needed does things to one's mind. It reshapes the mind to bask in the moment. It makes what's wrong become right, after all, it aids with escaping the painful truth of your tragic life. That's why I'm in a fucking club, half naked, dancing in front of them. Because it fills a hole in my heart not love, care or family can give. I pour wine on my body and swirl my head backwa
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- CAMERON - Mourning. It drives someone to a lot of possibilities life can't seem to give. Gives us the need to be what we aren't and wonder what it would be like if positions were reversed. If I had the chance to go back in time to change things, I would. Unfortunately, mourning is something I'm well accustomed with. The disgusted look I had on my face as my eyes bore the smelly, rotting, bloody head of my father in the sack delivered to me that day replays in my head as I drown another glass of alcohol painfully down my throat. Anchester, my very close acquaintance and enemy of my father, had no remorse with dismembering my father's body and delivering it to me via my request. Now I have to suffer and live with the guilt of not being there when it happened. Even after months, father’s death plagues my soul. The fall of the mighty, most feared San Su Li. I hit my hand on the counter and it makes a loud thud as the tumbler entangled between my fingers came in cont
Last Updated : 2024-10-31TEMPTING THE LONER THREE
- ISOBEL - I can't only hear my heart beat violently against my rib cage, I can feel it thumping on my chest. As I make my way back stage, I try my hardest not to drop to my knees. He was staring at me so intensely and I felt every bit of it. It took every nerve in me to hold myself from folding on that stage. Not to lie, I loved the thrill. When his eyes were on me, it was so easy to focus on just attracting him. Now that I'm far from his sight, my body is finally acting like a girl. Not to talk about the fact that I have to get ready for my last performance before going private. I really want him to be the man I go private with. "You spent quite the time on stage, Cleopatra." Leo, my manager says taking me out of my reverie. Cleopatra is my stage name. I arrived in Miami for a vacation to clear my head and I've been here for months. During my stay, a crazy suggestion to work illegally in a club popped in my mind and I followed my desire. It was worth it. Today mak
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- ISOBEL - It all happened so fast. One minute I was at the back of the stage, getting ready for my final performance then the next, I was drinking alcohol before getting on that stage. And I saw him there. This time, in the front, seated with his legs spread open and he wore a confident smile. I felt my heart beat resonate in my ears when I descried his form. I wasn't touching him, nor was my body in contact with his in any way, yet he reacted to my advancements while letting it be known to me. My head was spinning with satisfaction after the performance. That was till I was notified that I had been bought. I wasn't told by who and the suspense kills me. Now I'm making my way through the dark, expensive VIP corridor to meet him. Whoever it is. A cold shudder runs down my spine as I take a quick breath in preparation, standing in front of the black door with the room number. I don't know what lays behind this door. More like who. I stretch my hand holding the room
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- ISOBEL - My body lands on the bed with a sharp push and I gasp, feeling the the hardness of landing on my back. I got naked first. I never thought it would take this long to get a man between my legs. I never thought I'd be the first to get naked but here I am, laying flat on a bed under the prying eyes of this luscious male. Having his attention sends fires through my veins. My whole body is on fire and this is just the effect of rubbing his cock. I moan softly and feast my teeth on my bottom lip, the feel of his dick in my hand replaying in my head. I would take that in all day long. Fit it through every hole fuckable till the only thing my body gets used to is his dick. Although, just for the night. His pants drop and he climbs the bed, moving to me. My words hang in my throat. I knew this before, but not having him stand by my side blinded me, his body is huge. Way huger than mine. The stranger's hand slowly undoes the buttons of his shirt. My brows crease.
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TEMPTING THE LONER FIFTY FOUR
- CAMERON - I don’t want to do anything right now. I feel awful. Well, not entirely awful, just the absence of her presence here is noticeable and this is odd. She’s only been here once and I was barely at home when she was, so why does the few minutes I spent with her hurt like a bitch? I don’t know. When Isobel left, I hopped into the shower to clear my head and wash every trace of blood off my body. Being in the shower as warm water ran down my body made me realise how much of an asshole I was. Dumbass! I judge myself in my head. Who the fuck lets a girl slip away when she was just under his mercy, begging to be laid? Which same man doesn’t want to hop on that opportunity? What is wrong with me and being logical? Shit. Not to talk of the fact that I made her feel like shit. The look on her face showed how saddened she was and that kind of broke me. Back then, I wasn’t even sure if it was the right time to invite her to Emily’s wedding as my plus one of if that would’
TEMPTING THE LONER FIFTY THREE
- ISOBEL -He’s such a jerk. I frown staring out the planes of the car window, deep in thought. I can’t believe he just gave me the ‘I like you but it’s not you, it’s me’ bullshit talk, well, it’s similar but that’s not the point.I want him. Maybe sexually and more but I’m open about it. He claims to want me but he’s not doing anything to prove it. A sigh leaves my lips. Guilt immediately washes over me.Maybe taking care of my hospital bills after Cain crashed our first date and paying for the apartment I live in right now, along with the fact that I ended up in his home after collapsing last night proves it.I immediately shove the thought away. That’s him acting as a father! I don’t want him to be a father to me, I want him to be my daddy. I want him to have me on my knees, waiting to be used by him in every single way. I groan out loud.I can’t tell if my need is due to the fact that I’ve not had sex for months coupled with the fact that the best manly thing in my life is him or
TEMPTING THE LONER FIFTY TWO
- CAMERON -This took longer than I expected. I groan aloud walking, shutting the front door leading to my anti room. It’s past seven pm and one word to describe my day? It’s hectic. I drop my keys on the center table the moment I stroll into the living room. I relive my shoulders of my coat, twisting my shoulder backwards to give a self massage.My arms hurt. A smirk forms on my face. Of course they’ll hurt after so much hand activity today. Don’t ask me what, but I assume it’s safe to say Mister Davis Scott, the gentleman at the club who harassed Isobel, won’t be able to hurt anyone ever again. No I didn’t kill him, I just put him in an induced coma. One that will surely last for a very long while. I drop my coat on my folded hand, taking my watch off as I ascend up the stairs. I’m literally stripping myself off every single thing I’m putting on, mainly because I want to crash on my bed immediately I get into my room and also because I need to shower.I’ve got blood stains on cer
TEMPTING THE LONER FIFTY ONE
- ISOBEL-I'm locked up in a room. There is no one and nothing for me to converse with for I do not know where my phone is. I also don't know if it's right to wander around someone else's house without his consent.I sigh, pacing around this room. This is so frustrating and unfair. It's certainly not how I pictured being in his house would be like. I fall in the bed, assuming a sitting position.He's not even here. That asshole left me alone unbothered in his home. I could be a thief!But I'm not. My mind contends.I'm just pissed off. Apart from food that's brought to me from time to time, I have nothing else to do but stay here and stare at the ceiling till he comes back. Whenever that is.I'm not even anticipating it.You liar! My mind yells. I scoff. Battling with my thoughts has been something I've had to deal with being me with barely any friends. Call me crazy but I have conversations in my head with myself sometimes and I'm perfectly sane. I fall flat on the bed. At least for
TEMPTING THE LONER FIFTY
- CAMERON - I don’t know how long I can control myself with this need coursing through my veins. Every thing in me wants her. My being is running mad by not having her as mine yet with this new arrival of this human in the supermarket, and seeing her in danger nearly unlocking a part in me I never thought I would see anytime soon, something tells me to stay away a little longer. Just for a little while. Not even for my sake, but for hers. I know how traumatic what she went through last night was, and the last thing I’d want is to add more trauma to her life by getting closer to her, if that note from the supermarket was for me. But damn, I would fall if she makes a pass on me again and I know it. After all, I’m just a man with desires. A lot of desires. And the main object of my desire happens to be in my bedroom. The main magnetic pull to unleash such desires. Tempting. Very tempting. I hear a vibration. It’s coming from the pocket of my coat. I dip my hand in it to take my
TEMPTING THE LONER FORTY NINE
- ISOBEL - I groan. I feel my brows narrowing and easing off on my face continuously and my eyes are still closed. I turn my head to the side. It rests in the softest pillow I’ve ever laid on. This is when I open my eyes. A subtle gasp leaves my lips. I don’t know where I am. My eyes drapes over my body, neatly tucked in a duvet on a super king sized bed. I raise the duvet covers up to gaze at my lower half. I’m not dressed as usual was yesterday. My fingers squeeze the duvet. Someone changed me into these clothes. My eyes still linger on my body as I try to think. Suddenly, everything flashes in. Like a bad memory, I can picture the events of my night. I was drunk and vulnerable then a man approached me. . . I feel awful. . . The man was getting handsy and deliberately choking me of air till my senses were losing touch of my environment. I remember him being all over me, then I fainted. My heart is starting to beat faster. Did he. . . I think I’m going to puke, a hand
TEMPTING THE LONER FORTY EIGHT
- NINA - I am worried. ‘Where are you?’ I text for the fortieth time this night. Yes, I got so desperate that I actually counted how many times I’ve texted her without getting a response from her side and none from the unknown caller either. Considering Isobel didn’t text me herself, I assumed she got drunk and probably asked someone else to do the calling but how can I stay sane when neither she nor the person in question is answering my calls? I’m concerned. Very concerned. I dial her number again and hold my phone to my ears, listening to each ring. The moment the typical recorded, electronic message resounds through the phone, I hang up immediately. ‘Where are you?!’ I text, espying over the car park and the front of the club that’s accessible to my view from here. ‘I’m outside waiting. Please,’ I stare for a considerable long time at my incompletely typed message on my phone. I take a deep breath then proceed to type it further. ‘Call me. I’ll be out for an extra hou
TEMPTING THE LONER FORTY SEVEN
- NINA - I’d hate myself later. My phone is on silent and it’s safely kept in the silver purse hanging down from my wrist in front of me as both my hands support it on my thighs as I watch the scene unfold in front of me. I should be in the club but I’m with my father and I dare not touch my phone. I dare not let myself, his heiress, get distracted during a job. It is both unsightly and unfitting for someone like me. And that’s why I have been ignoring every buzz or light up of my phone screen because I know what these notifications could be. No, not what they could be but what they are. Isobel is probably trying to reach me. I constantly remain scornful towards myself but I’d rather be scolded afterwards by Isobel than scolded by my father. He must not sense any bit of hindrance or weakness in me and never in front of his men. The excruciating groan of the man in front of us reverberates in my ears, causing my bland eyes to rest on him. Tied to the ground with thick, bro
TEMPTING THE LONER FORTY SIX
- CAMERON - I wish I carried my gun. I’ve never had the urge to murder someone as much as I do now. I remember hearing his grunts as my blood stained fist plummeted into his face. I remember the ecstasy and excitement that came with serving justice with my own hands. I hated it but it felt refreshing. If there wasn’t a lady who needed my care in that instant, I fear I would’ve broken more than just his face. I would’ve ensured that every bit of his insufferable body was pulverised till it would render him paralysed for life. My eyes rests on the collapsed figure slumped on the passenger seat. She’s completely blacked out. The more I look at her, the angrier I get. I’m pissed off at the untrained, ill mannered mongrel who roamed freely in the club and approached her and I’m pissed off that she left herself defenceless and drunk when she knows how dangerous people creeping in her environment are. How can someone be so careless? Why the fuck does her action faze me this much w
