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TEMPTING THE LONER TWENTY FIVE
- CAMERON -Have you ever felt so insanely relieved and happy for no reason at all? That moment when you wake up and your day already feels like it’s going to be perfect and you can’t help but smile while doing the needful chores and everything else that needs to be done? That’s how feel today and the reason is none other than the lady I ran into yesterday. The one I dropped off, Isobel. For a woman to have me feeling this good despite the other shit going on in my life, she must be something. And I can already tell that Isobel surely is something extraordinary. Or it’s just my dick talking. I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I put on a tie. I’m knotting it around my neck, underneath the collar of my white, long sleeve shirt which is tucked well inside my black, inner suit. I doubt that, I say, responding to my earlier thought. She’s insanely attractive, yes, but I doubt my attraction towards her is solely sexual. Or is it? I wouldn’t know till I bed her and I don’t know wh
Last Updated : 2024-12-10TEMPTING THE LONER TWENTY SIX
- ISOBEL - I’m not working today. Not after how shaken I was by yesterday’s run in with Cain. Laying on my bed with my tummy pressed on the sheets and eyes glued to my laptop, I’m researching ways to start a fire. Secure ways without leaving trails. If there’s one thing I am bad at doing other than approaching a long, lost crush, it’s committing a crime. I need to have thorough information if I want this to work and the internet is the best place for research. I scribble something down on my sketchpad. Gasoline. I need lots and lots of gasoline in the house. Since I can’t get my hand on Chlorine trifluoride, it’s what I’ll work with. My thumb make it’s way to my teeth and I chew on my finger tip. I have a long list of things written down here. I’ll have to review this list and choose the ones which are best suited for me. The ones I can buy without catching alarming awareness.I also need to think of a way to get mom out of the house when I pull this whole charade. I don’t like h
Last Updated : 2024-12-11TEMPTING THE LONER TWENTY SEVEN
- ISOBEL - It’s Friday night. I apply a red lipstick on my lips while sitting in front of my dresser mirror in my room. Cain is out of the house, as well and mom and dad. Also, Cain will be out of the house way longer than tonight. Way much more. Our plan is in motion and it will be exercised tonight. I swallow. I’m taking a bold step. The house will be set on fire and mother, nor anyone, won’t be there to see it. ‘It was accidental’ will be the story. Maybe somebody left the gas running. And if not, maybe it was the son who caused the fire. I press my lips together, spreading my lipstick around, then pout in front of the mirror. I missed this. I missed dressing up elegantly to go on a date. I haven’t had one in forever. As shocking as it seems, it’s been years since someone took this pretty lady out on a date. Not because I haven’t met men my type, far from it, I’ve met them all, but because, whenever any man comes close to getting to know me, a certain bone head
Last Updated : 2024-12-12TEMPTING THE LONER TWENTY EIGHT
- NINA - There he is, stepping inside. I watch a man, from the comfort of my suv, covered in black from head to toe waltz out of the back entrance of an underground flat. Two large, rusted, metal bins cover the entry, making the area look deserted. The man walks up to me and mutters something in mandarin. “Nǐ de wénjiàn.” He says in a calm, grumpy tone as he sways his head to both sides, checking for passersby. His body movement is unstable. Although standing in a spot, he’s moving a bit too restlessly. [Translation: The files you need.] I stretch my hand out of the car window and take the thick, black, leather travel bag from him. This will be given anonymously to the FBI. “Xièxiè. Hurios wǒ dǎzhāohū.” I say to the Asian back in mandarin with an Irish accent. [ Translation: Thank you. Tell Hurios I said Hi.] My face is straight. Although with a full disguise on my face, I have my shades on and my fingers are padded with gloves and a fake hand. The face this man se
Last Updated : 2024-12-13TEMPTING THE LONER TWENTY NINE
- CAMERON - There she is, standing by the entrance, looking like someone sculpted with diamonds by a god. I am completely mesmerised by the beauty standing before me with an innocent and confused look on her face. Her ears are adorned with silvery earrings, falling down in aligned pairs according to the height from both ends till they reach the longest one at the center. On her neck is chain necklace laced with diamonds, the same kind as her earrings. My eyes trail a little higher and a subtle gasp leaves my lips. Her lips are bright red with lipstick in a very lustrous way forcing me to bite the end of my bottom lip with greed. I want to taste that. I want to taste her. My gaze falls on her body. On her is a silver, sleeveless, body hug dress with a long v line drawing from both ends at the start of the dress which cups her tits elegantly to just a bit above her stomach, exposing the right amount of cleavage. There’s a slit drawing from the side of her thighs. Numerous silve
Last Updated : 2024-12-14TEMPTING THE LONER THIRTY
- ISOBEL -My ears buzz from the noise. Laying on the floor, with my side pressed hard on his chest and his arms around me and palm pressed around my ears, is my traumatised self.My body is quivering and the continuous sound of gun shots gives me a reminiscing trauma of what it felt like seeing Cain murder someone in cold blood. It was night as well and I was just coming back from work when he killed my colleague.That was the main reason I quit my job and the scenes are replaying in my head. I feel my chest heave and my breathing quicken as a panic attack hits me like a wave. “Are you okay?” Cameron’s voice comes as comforting as he clenches his arm around me. I try to raise my upper body and feel a prick on my shoulder. This makes me wince. Glass.Broken glass pieces are dug into my skin. I shake my head ferociously, trying to breathe. “Panic attack.” I manage to murmur.He leans his chest forward and raises me up. The moment his hands rests on my arms, I shriek. He takes them o
Last Updated : 2024-12-15TEMPTING THE LONER THIRTY ONE
- ISOBEL - Guilt. I’m laying down on a bed with people by my side pushing the bed I’m on forward. My vision is blurred and I can’t make sense of my environment but all I can see is white and so many lights. What happened? I hear the sound of my breathing. It’s loud. Almost like my mouth and nose are enclosed in something I can’t wrap my head around. I want to move but I can’t. My hands feel glued to the moving bed even though I know they’re not. I may be partially out of touch with my environment and my body but one thing I can tell is there’s nothing binding my body to anything. Where’s Nina? Where’s Cameron? My eyes close. They slowly open. I’m not moving anymore yet the lights are still as blinding as ever. I squint, trying to block excessive light from reflecting on my face. Why is there some kind of guilt eating me up like something bad happened to them and it’s my fault? My head turns to the side. Someone’s standing by my side. I try to move my fingers out
Last Updated : 2024-12-16TEMPTING THE LONER THIRTY TWO
- ISOBEL - “Thank you! Please wait in the car.” I breath out loud to Cameron, getting out of the passenger seat while heading to my phone. My heart is beating fast against my chest. My house looks normal. It’s not ash as I expected but since my mom was home when everything happened, it is a good thing, right? It means Nina probably had to stop the fire which I still can’t process how. I look back for a second. Cameron is out there waiting for me. Good. I may need to run away from this place soon. I knock on the door. I have my key although I’m not sure my mind is at the right place to remind me to search for it. I left my purse in the hospital and I never thought I’ll be coming back to this place. My fingers scratch each other as I wait for an answer. I got none. This time, I ring the door bell. I am anxiously eager to meet someone. I want to see mom. I wonder if she’s in a hospital or if anyone’s home. I got no message from either of them. Cain is probably in jail, so th
Last Updated : 2024-12-17
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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
