Are u that hungry

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 9✪10

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Jeffrey’s eyes slowly drifted down between the man’s legs, a smirk forming on his face. The room went silent, and I could feel the tension because from the man’s creased brow, I could tell him and I were thinking the same thing. Jeffrey wasn’t just mocking him, he was belittling his manh00d.

My breath hitched. This man had no fear at all?

The rumors were true… I finally understood what people meant when they whispered that Jeffrey could ruin marriages, destroy confidence, and shatter anyone’s pride. He didn’t even need to lift a finger, his words, his daring presence, and that careless smirk were enough.

The man stumbled backwards, his anger flaring but beneath it, I saw something worse... hesitation, doubt. That doubt ate at him faster than the anger itself.

My heart pounded as I glanced between them, yet I couldn’t tear my gaze away. I was terrified of Jeffery, yes. But also drawn to him. Something about him was both dark and intoxicating.

"Maybe you should visit a doctor… ask for pills that help men 'last longer'. Or better yet, go find a gem, someone who won’t complain when you finish too quickly. Anything, really...anything to keep you from disappointing the next woman who lets you t0uch her."

His words made my lips parted in shock. The air grew so heavy I almost forgot I had been begging to be t0uched not long ago. Now, I could only watch, stunned, as this dangerous man played with people’s minds like it was a game.

Another punch landed, making me flinch. From the force, I could tell it was painful but Jeffery barely moved, barely reacted. He only tilted his head, as if finding the man’s desperation funny.

The man’s face purpled, a strangled sound escaping his throat as he lunged again, but just as his fist could connect a third time with Jeffrey's already bleeding mouth, another man in a white coat burst into the office and caught the swinging arm mid-air.

"Who the hell is that piece of shît?" the enraged husband growled, struggling against the grip.

"I’m not just a doctor," the newcomer said coldly. "I also studied martial arts. So...compose yourself, or I’ll make you." With one shove, he had the man stumbling back in defeat.

And Jeffery? He only rolled his eyes like a child annoyed that his toy had been taken away.

The other doctor turned to me. "Maybe next time, miss. Doctor Jeffery is… busy for the moment and can't attend to anyone now."

I nodded quickly, murmured my thanks, and turned to leave. Still, my eyes couldn’t resist one last look at him.

He stared back blankly, his face unreadable. No smile, no smirk, no frown. Was he angry? Was he amused? I couldn’t tell. But before I could tear my eyes away from him, he suddenly winked at me, mouthing a few words I could read instantly.

"See you tomorrow,”

I blinked, heart racing, but I forced myself to walk away. I didn’t realize how dark it had gotten outside until I was fumbling for my car keys. I slid into the driver's seat and noticed the clock...7 PM. The session, the confrontation, it had stolen time. My hands trembled as I started the engine and drove home in a daze..

I kept replaying the way Jeffery’s words sliced through the man, the way he stood there unbothered, even as the man punched him. The image of his lips stained with blood.

And for some absurd reason, I had wanted to walk up to him, suck out the blood.

Silly me.

…..

When I finally reached home, entered the bathroom and did my thing, the memory of Jeffrey’s t0uch, the taste of his lîps was suddenly replaced by the sound of the fist against his jaw, the cold fury in his eyes, the devastating cruelty of his words.

Why was the punch the only thing replaying in my head?

I took my phone, my thumb hovering over his contact. I needed to know if he was okay. I needed to know because, shamefully, I still saw myself going back to him tomorrow. Because the way he’d t0uched me felt better than any wholeness I’d ever known.

But I dropped the phone. Calling him would only show him the depth of my desperation. It would be another victory for him.

I didn’t want him to know that I enjoyed getting t0uched by him, that I liked the filthy way he licked my w£tness and the way he complimented me, ‘Healthy and clean.’ A shiver ran through me, entirely separate from the fear. I could only imagine his lîps sucking me, his tongue... oh God!.

With a small, frustrated smile, I snatched the phone again and dialed his number.

‘The number you have dialed does not exist.’

I furrowed my brow, lowering the phone and quickly clicking on his profile on the firm’s website. Page Not Found. It was deleted.

A cold knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. I rolled my eyes, trying to play it off, and picked up a textbook, but the words blurred. My mind was filled with thoughts of his expert fîngers, his bl00dy smirk, and that deleted phone number.

"I badly want him to t0uch me, again” I muttered to the empty room, my cheeks burning.

……

When I got to school the next morning, mom still wasn’t home. The campus buzz was different, group of students huddled by the lockers, their voices a mix of gossip and genuine shock.

"I passed by Doctor Jeffery’s office today and found it empty. The nameplate is gone. The receptionist said he’s on indefinite leave."

I stopped walking, my books clutched tight to my chest.

"Leave? But he asked me to see him today!" I muttered.

"So much has happened before, but he was always there the next day. He’s ruined so many couples, yet nothing ever happened to him. Why now? Is he sick, perhaps?"

"He didn’t look sick to me. Seem like he was fired. But if Doctor Jeffery is fired, I pity the owner of that firm. He doesn’t know what he’s done. Half the women go there just to watch him, to get w£t under that gaze… those full lips…"

"What? Doctor Jeffery got fired?"

Before I knew it, I was right in front of them, my voice sharp and out of place. "What did you just say?"

They all turned to me, eyebrows raised in judgmental surprise.

"Sorry…" I muttered, heat flooding my cheeks as I quickly turned and power-walked to my class.

"Is she out of her mind?" one of them whispered, not quietly enough.

I slid into my desk, but I couldn’t sit still. My knee bounced under the table. He lost his job? This wasn’t the first incident, they’d said. So why now? What happened after I left? Did that husband do something else? File a formal complaint? Threaten the firm?

A need, sharp and urgent, clawed at me. I had to know.

"I’ll find out myself," I muttered.

I couldn’t wait. I stood up, gathered my things, and approached my professor. "I forgot something very important at home, Sir. I’ll be back." I didn’t wait for an answer before I hurried away.

I couldn't stop thinking about him... if he was really gone, who was going to give me my first release? He had promised, he had made me hungry.

And now, he was gone. And the hunger was all that was left? No, it couldn't be.

In the twinkle of an eye, I was already at the private therapy office. My footsteps echoed down the hallway as I rushed toward Jeffrey’s office, but before I could even reach the familiar door, someone stepped right in front of me, blocking my path. I stopped abruptly and lifted my gaze.

It was the other doctor from yesterday, the one who had stopped the enraged man from punching Jeffery further.

I drew a breath, lowering my eyes in respect. "Good morning.”

He tilted his head at me, studying me carefully. "You’re here for Doctor Jeffery?"

"Yes,” I replied quietly though nervous. "I have an appointment with him. It’s very important that I see him, please."

The doctor inhaled slowly and released a sigh. His expression softened, almost as if he pitied me but why?. 

"He’s on indefinite leave, young lady. My advice… is that you return home."

The words stung, and I instinctively stepped closer to him. I wasn’t ready to give up. "Can I at least get his address? Or number? The one he gave me doesn’t connect."

His face hardened slightly. "I’m sorry, but we can’t give out personal information to patients."

I inhaled sharply, frustrated. My chest rose and fell as I pulled out a pen and a small piece of paper from my notebook. Without hesitation, I scribbled down my number. My hands shook faintly as I folded the paper and shoved it into his hand before he could refuse.

"Just in case you change your mind… please send me his number. Or at least tell him I came."

I didn’t give him a chance to answer. I turned swiftly on my heels and walked away, ignoring the sound of him calling behind me, "Young lady..."

I didn’t look back.

By the time I got back to school, my hope was shattering. Still, a part of me clung desperately to the paper I had handed him, praying he would eventually pass my number along.

....

Morning came and faded into night. Then another. And another. Yet no reply.

Three days slipped through my fingers like water, and still nothing came from the private therapy office...or from him.

I was furious at the silence. Furious at myself. Furious at the way my b0dy still @ched for him even when he wasn’t here.

My mother had returned home during those days, and of course, I wore the mask she expected...the good, obedient daughter. I smiled, I nodded, I pretended. But reading, Studying, even breathing without thinking of him was impossible. What on earth have I gotten myself into?

Three days. Three wasted days. I sat through tests at school, but when I thought back, I doubted I even wrote them myself. My hand moved, my pen scribbled answers, but my mind was elsewhere.

Jeffery had become that forbidden person that owned my sleep. His was the face that waited behind my closed eyelids.

Every night, his t0uch followed me there. His hands sliding 0ver me, his lips gr@zing places I shouldn’t want him to t0uch. I woke trembling, craving, w£t, shaking from desire I didn’t know how to tame all by myself.

In the shower, the hot water against my skin only made it worse....his fing£rs always replaced the drops, his voice whispering against my ear...

I couldn’t escape him.

By the fourth evening, after school ended, I collapsed onto my bed. The room was quiet, the clock ticking toward six. I hadn’t eaten all day, yet I didn’t feel hungry. Hunger had turned into something else...Hunger for food didn’t exist anymore, my hung£r was for him.

"Why haven’t they gotten back to me?" I muttered softly dragging myself into the bathroom, showered quietly, and slipped into a sleeveless thin gown that barely reached mid-thigh. When I returned to my desk and forced open a textbook, my phone vibrated against the table.

My heart skipped and I quickly reached for it, opened it and my eyes widened at the number and address flashing on the screen.

A smile stretched across my lips before I could even stop it.

My fingers trembled as I quickly typed out a message. 'Thank you.'

I set the phone down but couldn’t stop smiling. My pulse was wild, my body buzzing with nervous energy.

I checked the clock. 6:30 PM.

My mother was gone until ten. Two hours, the thought whispered, a dark and compelling logic. Two hours will do....enough time to see him.

With that decision made, I stood and went straight to the kitchen. The head chef looked up as I approached.

"Ma’am Qwen," I said sweetly, smiling at her. "I’ll be in my room, preparing for an important test. Please don’t disturb me, alright?"

She nodded without questioning, and I turned back to my room.

Once inside, I locked the door. My pulse raced faster and faster as I walked to the window with my phone in hand, lifted it, and climbed down carefully. The evening breeze was cool against my skin, making goosebumps rise as I hit the ground.

On the roadside, I flagged down a taxi and gave the driver the address I had memorized. The ride felt both too long and too short. Every bump in the road rattled through me, my heart pounding in anticipation.

When the car finally stopped, I stepped out slowly, lifting my gaze.

His house stood before me.

It was huge. Far larger than I expected, too grand for someone his age. My lips parted in awe, but the admiration was quickly swallowed by my nerves.

The gates weren’t locked. I pushed them open and slipped inside, the gravel crunching softly beneath my shoes.

The sky darkened quickly, and within minutes, rain began to fall, cold drops striking my bare skin, soaking through my thin gown which cling to my skin. The breeze cut through me, chilling me to the bone.

I hurried to his door, shivering, fumbling with my lips as I debated. Should I knock? Should I turn back? Was I crazy to be here?

Before I could decide, my finger betrayed me and pressed the doorbell.

Seconds passed. Then, slowly, the door opened.

My breath caught in my throat.

Standing before me was Jeffery.

My mouth went dry. I forced a swallow, my gaze dragging up from the defined lines of his stomach, over the damp skin of his throat, to his face. His hair was wet, water tracing paths down his temples, over the sharp line of his jaw, disappearing into the collar of a robe he hadn't bothered to tie.

My eyes dropped lower, shamelessly betraying me. His c0ck bulg£d against the fabric, thiçk and straining as if daring me to take it. The sight alone made my p#ssy clench, a h0t, w£t throb demanding him inside me. Every beat of my pulse screamed with desperate need.

I tried to drag my gaze away, but it was impossible.

H£at burned through me, that kind of h£at that had nothing to do with the humid air. My thighs pressed together, helpless against the p#lse between them

His hand shot out, cool fingers grasping my chin, forcing my gaze up to meet his. His eyes were dark, holding a dark amusement. 

A fl.irty smirk played on his lîps, but it didn't touch the intensity in his gaze. "Are you done staring?" 

His voice was a low rumble and it sent a fresh, liquid warmth p00ling between my l£gs. I imagined that voice whispering dark, degrading things in the dark. 

"My eyes are up here, Daniella."

I tried to speak but only a shaky breath escaped. 

He leaned in closer, his scent dangerously wash over me. His thumb stroked my jawline, a mockery of a caress. 

"I asked you a question," he muttered, his eyes dropping to my drenched gown, to my peaked n.ippl£s visible through the s0aked fabric, to the rise and fall of my chest. 

He saw it all. He drank it in. "Are you that hungry?" 

"Huh?" 

It was a pathetic, breathy sound. 

His smirk widened. "Are you that t0rmented, little girl," he whispered... "that you decided to come and stalk the monster in his lair?".

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