All Chapters of Forbidden Taste: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rosella“What took you so long?"“Just took a nap in the water.” I lied smoothly. Elisa hummed. Signaling with her fingers, she told me to come closer.We both were now sitting next too each other in the lounge. “Which movie do you wanna watch?" I shrugged.“Lets watch Marvels.” She giggled, throwing a cushion over herself.I nodded.Soon the movie started, Elisa munched on the popcorn from the bucket she had on the cushion whilst I just starred at the huge screen.My mind drifted back to Zeus.His actions were always so reserved and stoic. The way he moved with dominance held me captive. His personality was cold yet dangerous.The cologne he wore around him made me feel weak on my knees. The locks of his loose wavy hair which were always styled back leaving the edges clean and tidy.It felt as if he had wrapped me around his finger.The feelings.The emotions.The lust I had for him was burning inside me. The flames were not reducing instead it spreaded more and more as he pushed me

RosellaThe rest of the weekend had ended in a blur.Packing my backpack for the classes, I strided out of my room towards the kitchen.Mother, dad and uncle sat on the table, sipping coffee or tea. The moment dad saw me, he smiled sadly signaling me to come closer. Hesitantly shaking my head, I gave him an apologetic expression.He sighed.The tension was thick making my stomach churn in anxiety. Mother didn’t greet me. Yeah I know I was a bitch in heat at that time.Grabbing an apple, I waved at him saying goodbye. He nodded. Walking outside towards the car, I buckled myself up and zoomed towards the university.Half an hour later, I entered the parking lot.Parking the car, I grabbed my bag and exited it.“Hey Rose.” Mary came towards me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Hi, wassup?” I gave a her a side hug. “The same, the usual. Shitty ass life.” She sighed, her voice cracking.Arching an eyebrow, I saw the dark black circles under her eyes. It felt as if she had sleepless nights.

RosellaThe rest of the day we had stayed in the hospital. Getting my car keys, Linda, Selena and I said our goodbyes to the family."Anyone up for beer?" Selena asked as we walked towards the basement. "Yeah, I'm yearning for it, how about you Rose?" Linda looked at me with those tired eyes. "I can make an exception tonight." I muttered, opening the backseat and throwing my bag in.We all sat in the car. Linda in the passenger seat whilst Selena in the backseat and I -- myself in the driving seat. "Fuck I'm so tired." Selena screeched on top of her lungs making me wince. "Shutup Sel, you sound horrendous." Linda gagged, sticking her tongue out."You both shut up, now tell me where to go?" I asked while I ignited the engine. "Devils den?" Linda hastily answered."Why ofcourse. You have your bae there, right?" Selena smirked. A blush caressed her cheek as she mumbled, "He is just a bartender, plus we didn't even talk after that night.""Sure ma'am, sure." I chuckled, nudging her elbow.

RosellaThrowing myself on the bed, my eyes scanned the ceiling, which seemed to be the best option for now. My brain getting occupied by a zillion thoughts of him.He was like an addictive drug that I had to taste. A taste that could cost me bucks, but I willing to pay.A loud groan left my mouth as I turned around on the bed. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” I mumbled, a frown forming on my face. The hotness in my stomach wasn't helping either.That husky voice. That beautiful tongue. That penetrating dark gaze.His words that always shook my insides up. That handsome shitty face.A shaky breath left my lips. Grabbing the phone from beside me, I searched down his profile on Instagram, only to find it having millions and millions of followers.Fuck that famous? What was he? A celebrity?He could be one, by how he carried himself around like he was the king -- the dominant man. He looked like he was in some kind of a powerful gang or could be in a mafia...?Fuck, stop the wild running

RosellaI remember back when I was four, I loved to tease everyone which resulted in me getting trouble for my actions.My twin -- Arabella, had a very weak body. She was never allowed to play with the kids that used to roam around in the park.Her depressed face was something I got used to back than.But one thing was sure that we had the songs we sang along too. The riddles we used to read from the books. The playful dances that brought a wide laugh on her face.Sometimes mother used to hit me whenever she saw Arabella laying on the floor out of exhaustion.She was always her favorite. The type of favorite where you could abandon the other with your eyes closed, no guilt, nothing.The sadness that creeps within you is just unnecessary. No one cares but your very own self.Her fragile figure had made her into the sweet innocent kid that never talked back.She was the example of a living doll.Her life wasn't hers.Her needs were never fulfilled.Sighing, I leaned back on the bench. C