All Chapters of His Sinful Desire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RAFFAEL The air in my office was thick with tension, punctuated by the heavy footsteps of Darion as he paced back and forth, his frustration palpable. He was seething, and I knew that what had transpired at the club few days ago was eating away at him. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, waiting for him to tire himself out. He was a hothead on a good day, but after Erica slapped him, I could feel the storm brewing. “Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?” Darion snapped, halting in front of me, his face flushed. “I can’t believe you let that little bitch slap me and didn’t do a damn thing about it!” “What would you want me to do? Kill her?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Send that damn thing out of the club! Fire her!” He snapped. “Fire her? Because she slapped you? That girl owes me a huge sum of money. She ain’t leaving until she pays back every dime” I responded, trying so hard to manage my growing annoyance at the way Darion was fussing like a c

ERICA It felt like time had frozen. The sound of the door opening behind me made my heart stop, and I turned just in time to see Clarissa’s face twisted with fury. Her eyes darted between Raffael and me, narrowing as if she had stumbled upon the greatest betrayal. “What’s going on here?” Her voice was sharp, slicing through the air. I quickly stood up and stepped back. Raffael didn’t answer at first, his face unreadable as he continued to watch me with that same piercing intensity. “Oh so suddenly every one is mute? Damn! What the hell is going on here?!” Clarissa yelled. My mind raced, thinking of an explanation to cover up the comprising situation I had found myself in. Because I knew what this meant for me—Clarissa would intensify her actions in making my life here unbearable. But would she believe me if I told her Raffael made me do it? What if he denied it? It was his word against mine! “Amore Mio, you should have informed me before coming” Raffael flashed Claris

ERICA Raffael grabbed my arm and dragged me down the alley, his grip firm but not painful. My heart was pounding from what just happened, and my legs felt like they could give out at any second, but I let him pull me along in silence. He opened the door to his car and practically shoved me inside, slamming it shut before moving to the driver’s side and sliding in beside me. As he started the engine, the silence was suffocating. His face was a mask of fury, eyes dark and fixed straight ahead, his jaw clenched tightly. The car roared to life, and he sped off, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. I wanted to say something, anything, to break the silence, but I couldn’t find my voice. The memory of him pulling that gun and shooting Darion flashed in my mind. He did it so quickly, without hesitation—just to protect me. I didn’t know if I should feel grateful or terrified. My hands trembled slightly, and I clutched my bag against my chest, shrinking

ERICA The dim glow of the red lights painted the room, flickering faintly across the walls. As I stepped in, the door clicked shut behind me, and I was left alone in the suffocating quiet, broken only by the low thrum of music from outside. The room was hazy with smoke, thick and heady, wrapping around me like a trap. My eyes adjusted slowly, taking in the figure sprawled on the velvet sofa at the center of the room. My heart stuttered. There was something familiar about the way he held himself, his frame cast in half-darkness. A glass clinked as he took a long gulp of the amber liquid, catching the light for just a second before disappearing back into shadow. He set the glass down, a plume of smoke curling from between his fingers as he took a deep drag from his cigarette. He exhaled, the smoke drifting lazily toward me, and in that moment, he raised his gaze. “Come here,” he slurred, his voice rough but laced with an unmistakable authority. I felt my stomach twist, but I

Raffael’s eyes narrowed as he observed Chloe’s body language, the nervous shift in her stance that betrayed her confident facade. Something about her story felt wrong—off, even. He crossed his arms, his gaze cold and calculating as he watched her attempt to stand her ground. "So," he said slowly, letting each word drop heavily, "you were with me last night. And yet… you left without getting paid?" Chloe hesitated, her eyes flickering for just a moment. Then she put on a look of exaggerated innocence, hands clasped in front of her like some devoted, selfless saint. "I—I didn’t want to wake you, Mr. Raffael," she stammered, voice thick with artificial concern. "You looked so peaceful, and I… I was worried. You seemed like you needed rest." Raffael’s jaw clenched. "Worried? You expect me to believe you left out of some kind of noble sympathy?" He took a slow step closer to her, the skepticism clear in his voice. "Let me get this straight, Chloe. You saw me passed out and thought to