All Chapters of Sweet Temptation: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I swear I could not love you more than I do right now, yet I know I will tomorrow. -Leo Christopher. |L O R E N Z O|I wake up at 3 in the morning and stared at my sleep deprived face with dark circled under my eyes. My face looks dehydrated and I look like fucking piece of shit. In more civilized words, I do not look very good. My beard have grown pretty long and I have not cut it, probably because I have been transforming into this lazy fucking asshole who does not move his ass from the couch or bed. I slide a hand through my subtle and clicked my tongue, "One day," I muttered to myself looking at my reflection in the mirror one last time. "Time to have a coffee," I tell myself before I head out of Aleeza's room. Coffee seems to be my survival drink at this point. I did not bothered putting a vest on, because the last I checked there is no fucking one who tells me what to do. So, I simply do, what I want to do. In my black sweatpants, I

She has been through hell. So, believe me when I say fear her when she looks into a fire and smiles. -Unknown. |I R I S|Chaos. I have begun to like them, enjoy them. It is easier that way. To busy my head with chaos instead of letting this world ruin my peace that never seemed to existed. I never noticed it before but the world is full of chaos. And, it is easier to pick the thing that is everywhere than looking for something that starts to feel non- existant after some point. Like my peace. A huge crowd of people, shouted, yelling and cheering for people in the boxing ring. Most of them are high on some shit. I know because it is not the first time I came here. I look around at people's faces and smile with satisfaction. This shit provides a new sort of satisfaction that gives my head relief from the outer world. The world which does not give mercy, the one which is cruel and full of monsters. Yeah, monsters. And people with the

I avoid my gaze in the mirror, I have no interest in learning what it feels like to meet my eyes. -Jayson Greene. |I R I S|The sun shone brightly in the sky like it was never as dark as the coal a few hours ago. "Are you heading to office?" Tori asked from the other side of the phone. "Yup. When are you coming?" I ask her, pressing the phone between my shoulder amd ear as I use both my hands to lock the door of my apartment. "Tonight." She tells me, her voice laced with excitement. I moved to Spokane city a month ago. It was a decision to re start a new life that was mine to live and mine to ruin. Spokane is almost 279 miles away from Seattle but it is close enough. I can always visit my parents after a four hour driving in the car. Spokane is a beautiful place to live including the better career and job opportunities. "Make sure to have loads of tubs of ice cream." She tells me and I respond to her positively. "Okay, I gotta go now."

I am not tearing down my walls for anyone again. You want to know what is inside. Climb. -a.a|I R I S|Blake is standing in front of me, dressed in a casual outfit that includes a black jeans and black jacket over a white shirt. His hairs look a bit messy and there is that smug smile in his face.Not again. "Can we stick with the dream part?" I tried but he only chuckled in response as if I was joking. I was not. Before he settled down on the seat right beside me. "Unfortunately not." He answered with a playful tone when I brought the glass of my scotch to my lips and took a sip out of it. "So, did you came alone?" He inquired looking behind me for anyone who might be here with me. But he is just looking at the wrong places. "A friend." I tell him and he bring his eyes back to me. "I came here with a friend." I explained and he nodded, slowly. The bartender approached Blake and Blake ordered a glass of red wine. Because he is j

I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I am being drowned by some kind of black wave. -Elizabeth Wurtzel. |I R I S|My cracked heart skipped a beat after so long when I saw him standing in front of me, dressed in a black jeans and a black denim jacket over his white t-shirt.He looked the same, yet different. The slight subtle on his face showed how careless he had been with himself since past few days. Maybe it was the guilt keeping him in grief, that he brought to himself. The way his gaze locked with mine had me forced to remember about all the memories I thought I had burned a long time ago. But a glance, just a glance was all it took for them to rush back in front of my eyes like they were waiting for me to be reminded of those moments, eagerly. The one I wanted to forget. He held my gaze so long from the moment when I wanted to go closer to the moment when I wanted to run away. Even when I turned