All Chapters of Craving Pleasure (English): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nala’s Point of ViewI let my natural brown hair fly in the wind as I held onto the glass railing of the yacht here on the front deck. All I could see was the blue color of the sea. There was no sight of any island we could dock at.It was only seven o’clock, but my mind was already wide awake. I don’t even know if I managed to sleep soundly last night after finding out everything. I just woke up, and Hugo was no longer in the cabin where we talked, and his belongings were also gone. I don’t know where he slept, but I’m sure he wouldn’t leave me here alone, especially with his injury.He probably slept in the other cabin.I took a deep breath as thoughts of my conversation with Hugo last night came rushing back. I had asked him so many questions, but he refused to answer any of them, so I gained nothing from it.My gaze shifted to the floral maxi dress I was wearing, its skirt swaying with the wind. I didn’t have any other clothes with me since I left all my decent outfits at the hote

Hugo's Point of ViewMy jaw clenched, and I gasped for air. I breathe heavily as I continue to jack my shaft off, faster and harder. I’m going to cum.“Fuck!” I groaned. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt my white, sticky semen spill on my hand.I muttered curses and washed my hand. It’s been a while since I last did this. That’s why it is so fucking hot. Honestly, I can easily ask Nala to do this job for me because it was part of the contract. I can easily tell her to fuck with me, but damn—I can’t!I cannot do that because I don't want to disrespect her. Yes, I admit, I was an asshole for offering that job to her in exchange for her sister's medical condition, but I cannot stand by that decision.I desire her. Yes. I’m not a saint for not feeling that way towards Nala. She’s a hot and beautiful goddess. I can see myself fucking her in my bed with the same eagerness.I took a deep breath and leaned my back against the rim of the bathtub. The cold water continues to fall from the fauc

Nala’s Point of ViewI rested my chin on both of my hands while my elbows were propped up on top of the marble center table. I’ve been bored here for quite some time now. I had nothing to do and no one to talk to because Hugo was busy working.“Yes. Please send me the document through my email. I want to see it myself,” Hugo said to the person on his laptop. “Nah. You don’t have to do that. I’m not in the Philippines right now. I’m in Toronto.”My eyes widened at what I heard. Toronto?! He somehow traveled too far away from where we were, which was just in Phnom Penh!He’s currently in an online conference meeting. He’s at the dining table while I’m in the living room, but I can still see him from where I’m sitting.I’ve been trying not to burst out laughing here because he’s only wearing a white button-down long-sleeve shirt paired with a navy blue suit and a patterned tie. But what’s really funny is that instead of wearing slacks, all he’s wearing as bottoms are black boxer shorts a

Nala’s Point of ViewI hugged my legs while sitting on top of the queen-size bed, leaning my back against the headboard. My chin rested on top of my knees as I stared blankly at the Korean mukbang playing on the smart TV that I connected to YouTube.“I’m getting hungry,” I muttered, unable to bear it any longer. I stood up and turned off the TV using the remote control in my hand.I thought that mukbang would satisfy my hunger, but it seemed to only make it worse. I want to curse Hugo for taking me to that restaurant that seemed to skimp on their customers, yet the prices were higher than my salary!It’s already midnight. Almost everyone in this penthouse building is sound asleep. I had fallen asleep earlier, but I woke up when I heard my stomach growl in the middle of my sleep.I get out of bed and put on my frog-designed slippers. These were the ones Hugo used when he had an urgent online meeting. I slowly open the door of my room to avoid making any noise that might wake up Hugo, w

Nala’s Point of ViewThe deafening silence envelops the space between me and Hugo. Other than the hum of the air conditioner, there’s nothing else to be heard in the four corners of his room.I’m dead serious as I gently dab the clean cotton balls soaked in alcohol on the side of his stomach, where there’s a slightly deep cut that I know came from a sharp blade. I don't know where it came from because I haven’t asked Hugo yet.After I finished cleaning his wound and applying betadine, I covered it with gauze to prevent any further exposure to the wind that could introduce airborne germs.I stood up, carrying the small basin filled with warm water that I used to clean his wound. Still not saying a word, I went into the bathroom to dispose of the used water and proceeded to wash the towel, which I then hung on the towel rack to dry.After washing my hands, I stepped out of Hugo’s bathroom, which was previously filled with blood from his side. I looked at him. He was currently seated on