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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
Last Updated : 2025-01-02TEMPTING 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-03TEMPTING 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-05TEMPTING 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-06TEMPTING 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-07TEMPTING 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-08TEMPTING 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-09TEMPTING 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-10
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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
