DESPERATE THIRST FOR LOVE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The next day, Elvie was bouncing on the balls of her feet, staring at Zander’s locked office door.Happiness and fear tasted weird in her mouth—not unpleasant, but surprising all the same. She was so used to worrying that she’d forgotten how it felt to simply be. But this morning had started off with Thea dashing out to her little tantrums about not seeing her father all the time, to which Zander agreed to visit them often, grabbing the bag with the lunch and snacks she’d made for her on her way to the car waiting for her downstairs. Elvie had asked her daughter a thousand times if she was sure she wasn't keeping cookies under her little bed in her room, which she knew Zander had sneaked the day before, and Thea said yes.It made no sense that Thea started siding with her father over her and calling her daddy often, and Elvie couldn't help but fear that she was being spoiled too much by Zander, but she let it slide. It had filled her heart with hope, even before she got the text messa

Zander looked at her with the same hooded look he always had when he was with Elvie. He turned around and headed for the building silently, and she followed suit. The entire elevator ride upstairs, she thought about Patrick. What must it be like for Zander to see him around after what happened? About the tattoo on Patrick’s forearm of the smiling girl. Of Kristal. Now, Elvie wondered why those tattoos seemed familiar—it was her number one nemesis, and her guy friend was in love with Zander’s ex-wife. How ironic, she thought. And how he, too, was still dealing with the aftermath of her betrayal. Damn! The woman was amazingly bad. Thanos-kind of bad. Elvie almost wanted to shake her head and admire Kristal for making the men of her life dance on her hands like puppets. However, she was sad about how it must feel for Zander to spend time with his father’s best friend here in the SBS every day or even look at his ex-wife’s face. Elvie’s mind reeled. Ironic, indeed. The elevator dinged

“Look, I get it, okay? I screwed up, Zander. Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I don’t understand the gravity of my mistake? Of messing with Patrick while you were grieving your parents? Of messing up with his father before our divorce? Of messing with our contract? And messing with Elvie?”Elvie and Kristal were the same age—three years his junior—and had attended the same private schools. They weren’t friends. Barely acquaintances. Elvie’s brother, Joey, and he were the best of friends, while Elvie wrote journals, went to poetry nights, and was obsessed with autobiographies about high-end math geniuses, numbers, and math olympiads, while Kristal was focused on partying, boys, and diets. They had nothing in common, and even though Elvie had never said it in so many words, when he and Joey partied, Zander knew that before he came into the picture, Kristal had been harassing Elvie, bullying her to set them up when she wasn’t mini-bullying her in the high school halls for her

Zander had no business butting into her life more than she had allowed him to, more than she had willingly shared with him. Elvie didn’t share this with anyone. There was a reason why she’d never told him about her debt or her family life. Not even about how her parents treated her before, like how her dad used to hurt and abuse the hell out of her until she couldn't walk, or like how her mother verbally assaulted her.Her blood froze in her veins. No. There was no way. Still, she needed to ask, just to be sure.“Do you... do you know about my brother’s situation?”Zander got up from his chair, grabbing his pea coat and sliding into it.“I need another cup of coffee for this conversation. Walk with me, wife.”Elvie followed behind him. His broad shoulders were big enough to carry the entire world. He gestured for me to get into the elevator before him, and the minute the doors closed behind them, he turned to him.“You know about my brother, don’t you?”"Obviously, I know everything a

“Touch yourself, wife.” She did as she moaned. Elvie was a lioness at work and a lamb in bed, the perfect combination for a predator like Zander. He wanted to fight her when they were in the office and fuck her when they were anywhere else. But it was the in-between part that worried him. Because he wanted to monopolise every second of her life, even when they weren’t doing either. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “Zander,” he corrected. “Call me by my name. Tell me what you want me to do.” “I want you to screw me.” She whimpered into her own shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut, her orgasm brewing, making her legs shake. He wished he wasn’t such a bastard in this moment. “Stop.” But he was. “W-what?” she stuttered, still masturbating with the sprayer head. Zander was so hard now that he could barely think clearly. All his blood had rushed to his shaft, and if someone had asked him for his own name, he’d have had trouble answering. “Stop right now.” A raspy growl slithered between his lips