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PART 41 | H E R • V I E W S
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Her Unholy Desires Part 41 | H E R • F A M I L Y
Entering the water, I paddle out on my board, pushing through the waves. Paddling out farther, I need big waves.I need to surf Evie out of my head.I need the peace that only being out here can give me.It’s been five days since our talk. I haven’t spoken to her since. I havecaught glimpses of her on my way back in and out of the hotel as I pass by the coffee shop, but I’ve avoided going in there.I’ve had to go to Starbucks. So, now, I’ve lost my decent fucking coffee as well.I’ve been staying away from her for many reasons, and it’s not just the fact that she broke my heart. Seeing her again has screwed me up so much.I knew I wasn’t over her—I’d have to be stupid to ever think I was—but I didn’t realize how badly I’d want her again. The urge to touch her and taste her was overwhelming. Just breathing the same air as her was fucking killing me.Standing there, staring at her, I was eighteen all over again.From the moment I’d seen Evie sitting up on that rock eleven years ago, I’
Her Unholy Desires Part 42 | H E R • S T A R T
Stopping at my desk, Hanna regarded me warily. “Uh-oh, youreyelid’s twitching. What’s wrong? Did someone mistake you for the model on the Syphilis Awareness billboard again?”I narrowed my eyes at my friend and coworker. “No. And I don’t look anything like her.” We’d had this conversation already. But Hanna liked to poke at me in that way that only one of your closest friends would.“You have the same pale blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her hair isn’t exactly the same platinum blonde shade as yours, but it’s close.”People always assumed my hair color came straight out of a bottle. In truth, I’d inherited it from my half-Swedish grandmother.“But she doesn’t have your blunt bangs or Jessica Alba-mouth,” Hanna went on because, yeah, she was a pain in my ass when bored.“Can we not talk about the model who looks nothing like me, please?”“Of course.”“Great. If you’ve come to speak to Dane, he’s not yet back from his lunch meeting, but he shouldn’t be much longer.”“I came to check on
Her Unholy Desires Part 43 | H E R • L O V E
Later that day, I parked in the lot outside my apartment buildingand switched off the engine. It wasn’t a very well-lit parking area, so I was glad that dusk hadn’t yet completely fallen. There were many times I’d needed to stay late at the office to help Dane with one thing or another, so I often didn’t make it home until it was super dark.Slipping out of my car, I locked it with the remote fob and then dug the can of pepper spray out of my bag. It was only a short walk to my building, but a girl could never be too careful.Crossing the crack-ridden pavement, I glanced around. There was no one hovering about. All I could hear were my heels clacking on the ground and the sounds of street traffic.Reaching the footpath that led to the main entrance, I neatly sidestepped the cans, wrappers, and crinkled flyers that littered the ground near the overflowing trash can.I could afford to live in a nicer neighborhood, I just preferred being near my family. Especially my father, Simon.Insi
Her Unholy Desires Part 44 | H E R • F U T U R E
Pulling my black, skin-tight, off-the-shoulder dress out of mycloset, I bit my lip. It was sexy yet elegant, even with the thigh slit, and I loved it. But I’d never worn anything like this before in front of Dane, my boss. It would feel weird.My gaze flicked to the more formal dress further along the closet rail, but then I remembered what Dane had said to me yesterday before I left o-Verve ...Don’t dress as my PA. Wear what you’d wear to go on a date, not what you’d wear to go to a business dinner.I looked back at the black dress I was holding and gave it a firm nod. Yes, this would do. I’d throw on a light layer of makeup, add some jewelry, maybe curl the ends of my hair and leave it down. First, I needed to shower.Blowing out a breath, I put a hand to my fluttering stomach. First dates were always nerve-wracking. But this wasn’t a real date, so I technically had no need to feel nervous. There was no pressure to impress, no worry that this might end up being a waste of my time,
Her Unholy Desires Part 45 | H E R • P R O M I S E
I’m so done for.The way I feel about Adam, after knowing him for such a short amountof time, can’t be good for me. I mean, it feels good, but it’s definitely dangerous.We’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now, and I’m smitten, totally smitten. I’m a smitten kitten. And clearly a massive geek.We’re at the beach. It’s early morning, and I have to be at work in a few hours. But we’re all here this morning, surfing at the beach just outside Adam’s house. Max is out there with Grady, Base, Tad, and Paige. Adam and I quit surfing a while ago. We’re sitting up on my rock, and I’m sketching a picture of them all surfing.Adam is here, with me. He’s wrapped around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder, while he watches me draw.His lips skim over my shoulder, and his teeth graze my skin, making me shiver. His fingers trace over the skin on my stomach where they’ve made their way under the hem of my tank top.We haven’t done anything more than kiss.He knows I’m a virgin.
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She was scared. She pulled her legs closer to her chest, hiding her head in-between her thighs.Josephine pressed her lips together, screwing her eyes tightly shut as she rocked back and forth. She thought of her happy place to keep her calm. Josephine has no idea why her father wanted to beat her. She didn't do anything wrong.But she isn't surprised, Her mother probably pissed him off so now he wanted to lash out his anger on her."That fucking brat...are you hiding from me!" Her father Dylan yelled from across the hall."You'll be okay, everything will be okay." She whispered sadly. Her eyes began to tear up.The little girl had a look of hopelessness as she silently hid in her closet.Swift but heavy footsteps were heard from a distance, she sucked in a breath praying that he doesn't find her. Suddenly it was quiet as time passed she sighed of relief hoping that he went back downstairs to watch tv.She slowly opened her closet door and peaked through one of the holes checking if h
Her Unholy Desires Part 1 | H E R • P A I N T B R U S H
Josephine's hand moved over the canvas and her gaze was focused on the naked person in front of her. It's like Josephine's mind is directing her hand without her acknowledgment. The naked woman is still, like a statue as she laid on the red couch, her body perfectly curved. Her golden wavy hair flowed down her flawless honey toned skin that reached her breast as it covered her brown nipples. Her blue eyes held happiness and peace. She had no makeup on Mrs. Martin was comfortable in her own skin she despised makeup. Her thin pink lips were covered in lip gloss as they were slightly apart.Josephine's hands moved instinctively to the right spot adding more detail on the painting. Her eyes never left her body.When Josephine paints she feels closest to the creator it gives her a peace she cannot find any-other way.she dipped the paintbrush in the paint and slightly moved the brush on the canvas.Josephine never imagined herself opening up her own studio. When she was young she dreamed o
Her Unholy Desires Part 2 | H E R • F L A W S
She stared into a pair of amber eyes.Her blonde hair fell in loose curls around her face, her skin was a pasty white with rosy cheeks, lightly sprayed with freckles. Josephine untangled her robe and it fell to the ground, revealing her naked body. Josephine's fingers slowly caressed over her healed scars on her body that were caused by her parents as a child. She frowned and wondered what she did wrong to deserve these.No child should ever experience what she's been through. Her eyes fell to her favorite tattoo of a sunset moth on her right hip. She has been very fond of moths ever since she was a child. A moth represents tremendous change, but it also seeks the light. Just like Josephine. As a child, her classmates always made fun of her because she liked moths and the other kids were terrified but she didn't care. She sighed when her eyes fell to her faint stretch marks on her butt. Josephine was insecure about her body at a young age but as she grew older she learned how
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