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TWENTY NINE
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- 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
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- 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
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- 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 : 2024-12-17TEMPTING THE LONER THIRTY THREE
- CAMERON - ‘Please wait in the car’ The text from Isobel glares at me from my phone. I’ve been here for over half an hour since a group of people waltzed out of her house yet she’s still inside. If I choose to calculate how long I’ve been out here in total, I’m sure it’ll be nearly an hour or a few minutes past an hour. I sigh. I wanted this so I’m ready to wait, just right now, I’m torn between going in there or waiting. Her message does tell me to wait in the car, not sure if that entails actually staying in the car. I run my hand through my hair and let out an exhale. The last two days were insane. I couldn’t think. She severed a serious injury while alone with me and I couldn’t help but be worried. I felt uneasy and just then, I forgot everything else. This woman is really amazing. I don’t know anything about her yet she’s on my mind twenty four-seven, occupying my thoughts. She’s definitely an intriguing character and has my restraint hanging on a thread. The next time I
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- ISOBEL - Benjamin, my step father, is infuriating and mom just stood there watching him degrade me! Like she didn’t meet me first, love me first, live with me first. Like I’m not her daughter. I called her name. I remember yearning for her to step up to him when he called me names but she didn’t say a word. I would’ve believed it was due to the tiredness caused by the gasoline and oil mix up accident if this was her first time, but it’s not. She always does this. He blamed me for wanting to harm HIS family, like I am not part of it. He blamed the for the fire the moment those men left. I mean, I’m guilty, but in that house, I’m the least person to be suspected of doing something devious. His son is a master at it. Both of them are basically devils in human form. I huff, staring out the window in Nina’s room in the comfort of her bed with my legs folded to my chest and arms crossed around it. I’m crashing here for a while but not for long. I resume the thoughts protr
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- 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
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- 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
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- 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
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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
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