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TEMPTING THE LONER THIRTY FIVE
- CAMERON - I’m sat outside on an open street bench, waiting for her. She said she was coming. It’s been quite a while since I’ve been here in this freezing cold night, yet I’m still waiting. I hold my phone in my hand and exhale slowly. I can see the steam formed due to the hotness of my breath in contrast to the weather. I’m putting on my suit jacket and a long, black coat yet my skin still feels the effect of the cold. Another sigh leaves my lips as my eyes peers lower at my phone screen. I’ve gotten no text since the last time. I raise my head up. Parked in front of me is my car with the front lights on. Apart from that, no one is in sight. I dip my hands in my pocket, leaving my phone on my thighs. The only reason I’m not in the comfort of my car with the heaters on is because I want her to see me when she arrives. But that is taking forever. She sure has a nack for making people wait. It’s cute but not that comfortable. “Cameron!” Someone calls my name. From the faintn
Last Updated : 2024-12-20TEMPTING THE LONER THIRTY SIX
- ISOBEL - I can feel my heart pounding ridiculously fast in my chest as he leans over me. Did I just ask that? How bold can I actually be? I feel my throat tighten as his thighs brushes over mine. He hasn’t laid his lips on me yet but his body movement is already playing mind games in my head. The sharp fall of the chair backwards makes me squirm. “For easy access.” Cameron mutters. As I open my mouth to speak, he slips a tongue in, closing the distance between us as he kneels in front of me. His hand holds my head to his face as he devours my mouth and claim my body in his arms like it’s his. I want it to be his. My eyes close voluntarily the moment my tongue tasted the spiciness in his tongue. I moan. Every movement, every suck on my tongue and bite of my lips leaves my head in a temporary distortion at how good I feel. Like I’m being revived into a whole new world through the feel of his tongue. I moan in his mouth, shifting back a little. “Cameron,” I breath sharply wi
Last Updated : 2024-12-21TEMPTING THE LONER THIRTY SEVEN
- CAMERON - My thumb flips over my lower lip. I’m in the cubicle, under the shower and warm water runs down my body. My decision shocks me sometimes, I had her right where I wanted yet I chose to be decent. I raise my chin up and close my eyes, letting water pour down my face. I have a lot of things on my mind. I’ve got so many questions about our dinner night and other things yet I choose to ignore finding the answers. Is this what we call fear? Is it possible I’m afraid of something that I don’t want to accept as a reality so I choose to bask in the moment rather than doing what the old me would do? I have no answer to this and it’s shocking. Who is the old me? The old me was a ruthless punk who preyed on weaker beings. Sometimes. Deep inside, there was a human who yearned to be seen and be free and now I’ve got that freedom, I guess part of me doesn’t want to ruin it by reading too deep into situations. I guess this is me trying so desperately to be normal. The ends of
Last Updated : 2024-12-22TEMPTING THE LONER THIRTY EIGHT
- ISOBEL -I squeal as I step into the bathroom to rinse my face. I’m sleepy but not too sleepy and since I’ll be on a bed for much longer, I know I’ll dose off but for now, I’ll do my best to stay awake as much as I can.He touched me! My heart dances in my chest.I can’t get over the fact that Cameron laid his hands on my skin. I felt his need. I felt the desire as he fondled my skin. My eyes close as the images of us together drops in my mind. I move my hand over my body, imagining his, and a smile forms on my lips. My eyes comes open and I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I turn the sink tap off, maintaining my smile.I guess some good does come from having no place to stay. Speaking of which, I need to start virtual apartment hunting, it’s urgent. I walk out of the bathroom and sit on my bed, pulling the covers open so I can lie down comfortably. Just the thought of Cameron funding my apartment gives me an unsettling feeling but I guess it’ll be alright. It has to be. Back
Last Updated : 2024-12-23TEMPTING THE LONER THIRTY NINE
- ISOBEL - I turn my head to the side, clenching my fists deep into the pillow like I’m trying to strangle it as a disturbing image flashes in my head. It’s one of those nights that I am aware that I’m dreaming but the event in the dream feels so real that it seems like reality is only an illusion and I’m actually trapped somewhere else foggily assuming my whole life. If this hell hole where Cain exists is the life I imagined for myself, then I want an out of this fabricated illusion. But I can’t get out. My brows furrows and a troubled grumble leaves my lips. No matter how much I try to wake up from this nightmare, I can’t. . . . Like typical dreams, nothing in this world makes sense. One minute you’re in a forest and the next, you’re drinking tea in a hut. One second you see your friend, then the friend changes into someone who looks nothing like her but you know that person represents your friend, and like that was clearly a hallucination, the friend you thought you
Last Updated : 2024-12-24TEMPTING THE LONER FORTY
- CAMERON- “While I am impressed by your enthusiasm to know her, I am not willing to dive into such discussions with a pregnant woman.” Hormones do act crazy at that stage. I don’t want to have someone crying on my neck. Mason, Emily’s husband, will not be happy. Just to be clear, Mason Anchester Kabello is his full name but I refer to him as Anchester most times. “Oh puh-leeze! I’m pregnant not unable to listen to interesting gossip, spill, spill.” Emily urges, sticking to my side. Her small hands tugs at the sleeve of my suit gently as she looks at me. I don’t return her gaze, I’m not inclined to. “You’re not even looking at me!” Her voice makes me lower my gaze. She sounds sad. On a normal day, I would discard it and tag it as she trying to baby voice me to do her whims but now that she’s pregnant, it could actually be her hormones acting out and escalating every single thing she feels. I hope not. Oh, this is bad, how does one respond to a pregnant woman? One who’s h
Last Updated : 2024-12-25TEMPTING THE LONER FORTY ONE
- ISOBEL - I brush my hair backwards, fixing my makeup and getting all dolled up in front of the full wall mirror in my hospital room. Nina got it for me. Along with good clothes which I am putting on right now. My eyes fix on the perfectly laid hospital bed that once housed my body and the folded hospital clothes on top of it through the mirror. I make a face. I won’t miss this place. I sure as hell won’t miss what it did to my mind that night when Nina alerted me of taking care of A. Should we still refer to him as that now that he’s out of the way? I can’t tell, but knowing there is no ‘family home’ to go back to and no toxic stepbrother monitoring my every move while making my life hell is the most relaxing thing to ever happen to me. I take a deep breath, rubbing lipstick on my bottom lip. A subtle curl appears at the end of my lips as I soak in how well the colour suits me. Red is definitely my colour, it depicts certain parts of me quite adequately. A deep breath leaves m
Last Updated : 2024-12-26TEMPTING THE LONER FORTY TWO
- CAMERON - I just spoke with Emily’s husband. It’s adviced she stays in the hospital till her due date. Of course she hates the sound of that but there’s not much of a choice to bargain on. She was lucky I was present when this happened to her. I don’t want to even think about how much worse it would’ve been if I wasn’t here. I sigh, walking out of her hospital room. Seeing her get ridden on a bed into the hospital scared me. It gave me a strange sense of Deja vu I never experienced. It made me think of my father. . . . think of his death despite not being there to witness it. For once, today in my life, I was afraid of losing someone I hold dear and trust me, worry is not something I’m accustomed to. A vibration in my pocket makes me dip my hand inside to grab my phone. I have several messages from my siblings, from The Lawyer and one from Isobel. I massage my temples with my fingers before staring at my phone screen again. The only person I want to respond to right now is t
Last Updated : 2024-12-27
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TEMPTING THE LONER SIXTY THREE
- ISOBEL -It's odd.I open the large fridge and grab onto some chopped vegetables which I put into my trolley.Everything is odd.I keep walking down that same aisle and stop in front of the frozen fries section. My hands grab onto two bags of chips after pulling the refrigerator door open then I make my way to the other aisle for frozen food.I'm under no diet. I don't even exercise and how I have the body and weight that I do amazes me but I guess I'm glad one of those people who eat as much as they like regardless of the calories but never add weight.Or maybe I just was under a lot of stress and pressure and suffering that whenever I ate, my food went into those things, keeping me at the right amount of lean, it could be, who knows? I pull open the refrigerator door and take a bunch of minced meat and chicken thighs and wings.Being outdoors without a crippling fear of getting home late or home at all is an odd yet nice feeling. It's something I could get used to. It's something
TEMPTING THE LONER SIXTY TWO
- CAMERON -“It’s been confirmed. Your concern is true, Cameron. You have every reason to be cautious than usual.” The Lawyer says to me. I’m sat comfortably on a chair facing his desk in his private office hidden behind his private chambers, that being his room. My elbow leans in the arm of the chair and my fingers support my head leaning on it, while tapping gently on my forehead. I’m not surprised. That man was following me. I am highly relieved that it has nothing to do with Emily but this is certainly something to worry about. I can’t have someone on my tail when I am trying to ignore a life I was once deeply entangled to. One I dived back into the moment a dumbass in a club dared to lay his hands on Isobel. I let out a sigh.“Can he be killed?” I ask coolly. Apparently, killing someone is the fastest way to get rid of them, but if I execute this being without finding out who he is and who he works for, how sure would I be that the person he’s under won’t send more people after
TEMPTING THE LONER SIXTY ONE
- ISOBEL -"Come on, tell me! I'm dying to knoww!!" Nina urges, tugging at my arm. I kick her away with a careful push of my leg. "Ow." She mumbles as her body brushes backwards on her bed."Nothing happened, nothing much apparently." I say, leaning my jaw on my hand as I stare out the window. I love looking out the window wherever I'm at, especially from Nina's room. It reminds me of the life I wanted to live. Back then, all those years, it was all but a yearn, now, I remember I can actually live it and be free."Pfft! That's not possible. That's never going to happen. You're like a crazed, starving dog when horny. And you are ALWAYS horny, Isobel. Ever since we met."I spare Nina a side gaze at her words, looking at her all judgementally. Well, she's not wrong. I've just decided to take a more, what's the word?, calm approach to things instead of diving right at it. Cameron has taught me patience. I never thought I'd learn it this way in all my years of living but I guess one man ho
TEMPTING THE LONER SIXTY
- CAMERON - She walks out. I turn around, backing the door of my bathroom. “I didn’t mean to walk in like that. I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful.” I assure instantly, without daring to turn to look at her. I can feel her presence though. I know she’s staring at me. “It’s okay Cameron, I know. I trust you.” Her words make my breath hitch. She trusts me? She doesn’t even know me. I attempt to turn before it hit me. “Sorry.” I say. She might be naked. Again. A giggle leaves her lips. “It’s fine, Cameron, I have a towel around my chest.” Oh. Is she fine with me staring at her when she’s like that? “I’m going to turn around.” “Be my guest.” She hums. I steadily turn, taking my time on purpose. The moment I faced her, my gaze meets her playful smirk. I can tell it’s a taunt. My face flattens. “What? Scared to see a little tittie?” She tsks, rolling her eyes. I can’t believe for a second that I chose to be decent. I return her smirk with a half grin. “Be careful what
TEMPTING THE LONER FIFTY NINE
- ISOBEL - Geez. “Are you out?!” I call, raising my voice so it’s heard despite the shower water dropping down on the ground. I walk to the door of the cubicle and swipe my wet palm on a portion of the glass, taking a peak through the less condensed portion. From my view, the bathroom is empty. I walk back to the shower, pouring soap on my palm to wash. I carefully rinse my hands before continuing washing my whole body. I was startled, that’s all. I didn’t mean to scream. I crane my head up, letting the waters from the shower sprinklers hit my face. After holding my breath for quite a while, I let out an exhale. Inside here is steamy. The good kind though, just sometimes, with all this steam, breathing is difficult. I take a deep breath, inhaling slowly then steadily letting it out. The image of me covering myself the way I did when he walked in replays in my mind. Why did I do that? That man has touched my boobs before. He’s the one person I’d want to see me naked.
TEMPTING THE LONER FIFTY EIGHT
- CAMERON - I get up from bed. The first thing I look at the moment my eyes went open is my watch. Resting on my bed table was my silver, diamond coated watch before falling into my hands. My eyes are half close and I can’t deny the fatigue I feel at this very moment. What the fuck? Why do I feel so tired? My body hurts like a truck landed on me last night an there’s no hint as to why. A yawn leaves my lips as I drop my watch back on the bed table, turning to the other side on the bed. The time is eight-fifty four am. I should get ready for work. A groan leaves my lips. The only thing keeping me sane right now despite my shitty morning is the fact that I’m the CEO. I can arrive at work whenever I want and however I like and there would be no judgement. I bury my head in my pillow. I don’t want to stand. I don’t want to do anything today. The only thing I need right now is a cuddle between my bed and me. I’m not getting enough of it but I can’t delay starting my day any fur
TEMPTING THE LONER FIFTY SEVEN
- ISOBEL -It’s strange. The last dream I had when I slept in the dark was a nightmare. One where I had to see Cain a million times his size and hold the head of my best friend in a sea of blood. Her blood.Ever since then, sleeping has been terrifying for me but I had to indulge it in anyway to function properly. Yet, despite it, despite my anxiety towards sleeping, the one time, although not the best, when I know I didn’t worry or think about it was last night.It’s probably because I was knocked unconscious and can’t remember a thing, but the way my body felt afterwards despite the traumatic experience I had in the club spoke a lot of things. It let me know what I needed to know.I don’t know if it was the comfort of his soft bed or his doctor that did the trick but my body didn’t feel the weight of strong arms strangling me. Yes, I still felt like that crooked from the club was all over me when I woke but that was all there was of it. It was easy to get it off my mind. I’m not su
TEMPTING THE LONER FIFTY SIX
- CAMERON -I let out a sigh, staring at the documents before me. I can't fucking concentrate. I've been trying to but it's not just working. Every single time my head digests a word in one of these documents, the next word that pops into my head is her name. She's imprinted everywhere on my mind and I just can't seem to get her out of it. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!I puff air out my mouth, exhaling heavily. This is dangerous. With her being all over my head, it’s getting difficult to focus. I can’t risk this. I can’t allow this. I have so much to do that needs my immediate attention.Maybe my motivation shouldn’t be to get these things done. Maybe I should have a new motivation. Maybe, as cheesy as it may sound, my new mojo to keep me going should be; to be a better man for her, improving in every aspect.That would certainly scare her off if she knew but I guess this will work. I bury my head in my hand, playing with my pen in the other while keeping my eyes closed.This feels like a
TEMPTING THE LONER FIFTY FIVE
- ISOBEL - It’s all so confusing. One minute, he says things that leave my stomach churning with delight and butterflies then the next, he just makes me entirely mad. What is with him and this indecisiveness? He should choose a side. He should know what he wants and stick with it, I’d very much appreciate that. It’ll be way better than having to contend with myself on how I should actually respond to his words while being pathetic about it. I sigh, turning off the shower. I take the towel hanging on the towel hanger glued to the wall and wrap myself in it. But that body though. My mind gives me the graphic image of his body when he opened the door. It took everything in me to respond like a sane person rather than getting lost in how perfectly mesmerising he looks. He’s got the body worth sinking teeth into. A body built to withstand numerous back scratches by women it has laid with. My cheeks burn. I can hear my heart pound loudly in my chest. I don’t care how many he’s sl
