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TEMPTING THE LONER SEVENTY NINE
- ISOBEL -I wait a little longer. The small fingers which cling onto mine alerts me that I need to act fast. "I think that speaks for itself, you're not needed here, at all." I emphasise on the last two words on purpose.First off, it's a bad look for me as the baby sitter. I can't have men hanging around me whine doing my job. Cameron is the only man I have in my life and he's not even in my life anymore exactly and that makes it worse.No parent would want their child with a stranger who's accustomed with the nanny. Especially if that child exhibited signs of discomfort which James is giving off now.Cameron stands up. He's facing me. My brows are furrowed. "Thank you for offering and dropping by but we'll be fine on our own. I'm working." I say to him.He's rich. I'm just a babysitter. I don't complain about my line of work though but he won't feed nor pay my bills."Another time, please." I add, my tone serious. I can't come off as welcoming. Not in this case."I'm sorry for both
Last Updated : 2025-02-19TEMPTING THE LONER PROLOGUE
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
Last Updated : 2024-10-31TEMPTING THE LONER ONE
- 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-31TEMPTING THE LONER TWO
- 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-31TEMPTING THE LONER FOUR
- 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-31TEMPTING THE LONER FIVE
- 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.
Last Updated : 2024-10-31TEMPTING THE LONER SIX
* SIX MONTHS LATER * - ISOBEL - 'You're such a good girl.' The deep voice of the stranger rings in my head again. I try to shake it off. It's been months, yet, I can remember all of it like it happened yesterday. Every damn graphic experience. Every reaction. Every orgasm. Every word. I clear my throat as I parade the busy streets of the city, walking to the venue, a hotel. My friend, Nina, and I are supposed to dine together. She didn't tell me the occasion, but I sure as hell won't miss it! I sip out from the straw in my plastic cup, drinking boba tea. Correction, Nina is not just my friend, she's my only friend. My best friend. And the only one my aggressive step brother didn't chase away from me. I cover the side of my face with my hand and pass by a tattoo shop. It's a Friday night and people are everywhere, either getting wasted or occupied with one thing or the other. I throw my empty cup in a city bin. The hotel is just a few blocks away. I can't wait
Last Updated : 2024-10-31
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TEMPTING THE LONER SEVENTY NINE
- ISOBEL -I wait a little longer. The small fingers which cling onto mine alerts me that I need to act fast. "I think that speaks for itself, you're not needed here, at all." I emphasise on the last two words on purpose.First off, it's a bad look for me as the baby sitter. I can't have men hanging around me whine doing my job. Cameron is the only man I have in my life and he's not even in my life anymore exactly and that makes it worse.No parent would want their child with a stranger who's accustomed with the nanny. Especially if that child exhibited signs of discomfort which James is giving off now.Cameron stands up. He's facing me. My brows are furrowed. "Thank you for offering and dropping by but we'll be fine on our own. I'm working." I say to him.He's rich. I'm just a babysitter. I don't complain about my line of work though but he won't feed nor pay my bills."Another time, please." I add, my tone serious. I can't come off as welcoming. Not in this case."I'm sorry for both
TEMPTING THE LONER SEVENTY EIGHT
- ISOBEL - “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re stalking me.” I say the moment he gets over here. Good thing I decided to change outfits today. I can’t imagine how embarrassed I’d be if he got to see me in an I don’t give a shit outfit. Cameron probably might not care but I will. In fact, he should. He’s a freaking CEO. The people who he associates with should look befitting I guess. Or I at just be overthinking? I drape my eyes up and down his body. Cameron always looks so perfectly dressed. And no, I don’t think I’m overthinking. If I haven’t spent a night at his place, I’d assume he wears corporate clothes to bed. “I don’t know, maybe.” He responds, looking at me straight in the eyes with a sinister look on his face. This suddenly makes me feel uncomfortable. For what it’s worth, between the two of us, I’m the stalker and stalkers don’t fret nor expose it! Tch. My eyes are still glued to his. His darkened gaze makes my stomach clench. Cameron diverts his attenti
TEMPTING THE LONER SEVENTY SEVEN
- CAMERON - I drink out of my coffee, sipping it while letting the hot liquid burn my tongue. I’m meeting someone here today. A very important person. I bring the coffee mug to my mouth again, breathing into it through my mouth and inhaling the steam, while staring out the glass walls of this café, my attention outside before taking a sip. To think just not long ago, this was me in this same spot almost every morning, battling with severe depression makes a half grin form on my lips. Slowly but surely, I feel the sad feeling slipping away. And it’s nice. The door bell chimes and my attention is diverted to the door. A familiar figure waltz in with someone. I’m torn with a sense of deja vu as Isobel makes her way inside with a little boy by her side. One whose face I remember a little too well. This makes my grin widen. Funny how fate has it that I have someone to meet today too. Just like the first time we met. The representative of the airline I’m about to purchase is
TEMPTING THE LONER SEVENTY SIX
- ISOBEL - “You did not!” Nina exclaims. I don’t have to look at her to know she’s stunned. I’m standing in front of a mirror in my room while zipping up the back of my shirt on my own. “I did.” I respond. My back is to her. “No you didn’t.” She pushes, sat on my bed. I laugh. “I actually did.” “No freaking way!” Nina says. I walk to the other end of my room where my bed is to get my watch from my bed table. I place it on my wrists and put it on myself. Nina can comfortably aid me with dressing up but I’d rather do it myself. I’m used to it so I find no issue doing it alone even though she’s in here. “Nina,” I take a short pause. “As I have said a thousand times already,” I emphasise on this statement, “I did.” I finally add, meeting her gaze with a smile. Even I can’t believe it to be honest. I left him that way. The look on his face as his body parted from mine was cinematic. The sight of his erection pleased me. For so long, that man has left me wanting and it’s
TEMPTING THE LONER SEVENTY FIVE
- CAMERON-She never ceases to amaze me. I sigh in the confinement of my cubicle, warm water falling down my face and body. My hand reaches for my hair, pushing it backwards.I can't stop thinking about tonight. I try stop thinking about how blissful her tits felt in the confinement of my mouth. How soft her body was. How she took me in in one go.How having her wrapped around me made me almost go lunatic. I lower my gaze to my throbbing cock still erect from this night's activity.Every single moment with this girl leaves me stunned and needy to know more about her. Who the fuck stops mid way sex?What on earth is she? I exhale, raising my head high to let water fall directly on my face. And what on earth do I do about this erection? A sigh leaves my lips. The vivid images of what transpired between us last night replays in my head.I can still hear her. It's as though I can still feel her body pressed against mine but it's all my imagination.I fold my fist and bang it against the c
TEMPTING THE LONER SEVENTY FOUR
- ISOBEL - My eyes bulge as I feel his erection in me, growing inside of me while filling me up. Tears flow out the ends of my eyes as I mumble a low cry. He thrusted into me so deeply and sharply at once that my pussy feels a bit sore. The bearable kind of sore. You can call it the perfect pleasure-pain mix. My head falls backwards as his body slams against mine, pounding into my core like his life depends on it. His tongue licks me all around like having me in choke him between my thighs and fucking me is not enough for him. Like he wants all of me, all at once. I feel my body get overtaken with heat. You know when you reach a point where the dick is too good that you can barely keep your eyes open? In my case, it’s too good that I can barely keep my eyes shut. My lashes flutter and my eyes roll and bulge with the pleasure coursing through every bit of my body, easing me of every pent up frustration and my loud moans along with the heat felt at the back of my curling to
TEMPTING THE LONER SEVENTY THREE
- ISOBEL - I let him. A gasp rattles out my mouth into his as he deepens the kiss. His hands are all over me. Feeling every part of my body till I conclude that there’s no where I’d rather be than here, in the middle of his lustful embrace.I enjoy the need in his tongue. His unvoiced desire and the hunger felt through his touch. It’s intoxicating. Maddening.My body erupts with so much pleasure at different parts at once that I feel like I’m about to explode. I’m losing my senses, letting him control my mind and my being and for the first time, I let myself be completely controlled by a man. Without any lingering fearsome and troubled thoughts.Cameron’s hands undoes the zip at the back of my dress. My dress falls down to my boobs, laying like a loose piece of fabric while exposing my cleavage to him. His mouth leaves mine and I’m suddenly crazed to taste him again. Cameron’s eyes rests on my body for a moment, like he’s taking his time to soak in my presence. “You’re beautiful, I
TEMPTING THE LONER SEVENTY TWO
- CAMERON - My body closes into hers and I pull her to me. The moan that rattles out her lips the moment my hands tugged her body closer to mine feeds me. It unleashes the lust I tried so desperately to tame. Arms twine around my neck and threads into my hair, holding me in place as she tilts her head in the other direction fighting for the same dominance I exerted on her tongue. I nib on her lower lip, sucking hard on it before diving my tongue into her mouth again, letting it twist against hers in perfect harmony. My hand supports her waist to my body and the other slowly drags her dress up from the junction of her thigh, till it exposes her leg to me. I grab her ass, fondling and enjoying the softness as I raise one of her legs up to let my body thrall between her legs. “Cameron-“ she moans my name throatily. The huskiness in her voice is not missed. My goodness, everything about this woman drives me insane. It makes me want to run mad and I don’t know why. I can’t descr
TEMPTING THE LONER SEVENTY ONE
- ISOBEL - It felt magical. Getting on that stage. Having no one present but him while I picture the image I want of my audience. I’ve been on a stage before, danced even, but truly, no one was intrigued further than how appealing I looked. I fed on it but only because it was the one thing I had that was appreciated and receiving validation helped me escape a pained reality. Now, a past reality. I clear my throat, staring at the man seated in the front row waiting for me, there’s a microphone on a microphone stand on the stage. I tap a finger on it to check if it’s connected and turned on. It is. I let out a quivering exhale. I’ve buried this part of me for so long that I wonder if I’ve still got the talent. I guess it’s time to find out. I mouth the lyrics of a song I love as calmly as I could, fitting my voice to the original tone of the actual artist. A lot of you should already know this song, it’s Lose Control by Teddy Swims. In all honesty, it’s one of my favouri
