All Chapters of An Ineffable Temptation : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cheryl GarethIndiana made wearing a lingerie sound so easy. She hung up on the phone, saying she would sleep. The man on her couch had probably woken up and she wanted to flee. I breathed heavenly. I held the piece of red lingerie to my boobs and like the three other times I just kept it on the counter. “You can do this.” I cheered myself on. I looked myself in the mirror and with the courage I could muster I slid my thin legs into the panties. People painted getting naked as easy and normal but it wasn’t. You go to the beach and you see almost everyone naked. I support women confidents trust me, but some people like Indiana makes it sound so simple. When I finally got the lingerie on. I draped a rope over it and left for the room. It was vacant, which meant Allen wasn’t home yet. I sat on the bed and cursed the day I met Indiana. How dare she leave me on hold while she enjoyed herself? She knew I was feeble to deal with this on myself. I had never watched porn, I don’t even kno

Allen Ian’s POV I had seized my visits to the club. Being married changes a lot of things. You suddenly become mature and cautious. Of course Vincent found it amusing and wouldn’t shut up about it one bit. “Come one, one drink!” He bugged me for the umpteenth time that evening. I threw the stacks of paper across the desk, strolled towards him in anger, and grab him by the collar. “I swear to God, if you try to persuade me in going with you one more time, I will deal with you.” I pointed a middle finger at him for dramatic effect.“One drink bro. One drink!” He raised the empty abandoned glass to prove a point. We all knew we weren’t going to have only a drink. I had been in this situation before, Vincent persisting until I gave up. We always ended up drunk most times, completely spent. “I said no. I have paperwork’s to take care of.” I needed to clear up my schedule so I could spend more time with Cheryl. It’s a bad strategy considering the fact that we just got married one month ag

“Allen, wake up.” My eyes fluttered open to the sight of Vincent shaking my unconscious body. I must have fallen asleep, a blanket was draped over my form, and my head was supported by a pillow. “What’s wrong?” I asked confused. When I noticed his worried expression, I came to realize that today wasn’t an ordinary day. It was the third day of Cheryl in the hospital. I threw the blanket off me in seconds, and rushed to the door. “Wait, Cheryl has just woken up.” He said just as I was about to reach for the door-knob. I halted in my steps. I had anticipated this moment for a long time that I had completely forgotten how I was going to react. “Let’s go.” I grabbed my car keys that were abandoned on the dressing table, adjusted my collar, ruffled my hair and walked out with Vincent trailing behind me. “Where’s Aunt Lucy?” I questioned noticing the unusually eerie environment. Rosa came out of the kitchen looking distorted, “She has gone out.” She bowed and went back in. Judging from

Allen’s POV It had been a week since the incident. When I’m out of the house I make sure to check up on Cheryl every few hours. Aunt Lucy stays with her on days when she is alone. Everyone’s worried one way or the other. “Thinking about your love, I see.” Vincent twirled in his chair. He kept the booklet he was going through, poured coffee from the machine and sat right back. “What are you doing here again?” I raised an eyebrow. He has been following me to work for three days straight. He would sit in the usual guest chairs and bug me all day. “I’m here to accompany you. You don’t seem to complain until now.” That would be because he was silent until few minutes ago. For someone that talks all the time, he looked like something’s bothering me. “What’s up?” I closed the MacBook and kept it aside. Vincent lowered his gaze and fondled with his fingers. I stifled a laugh. Seeing him nervous was something I never thought I would. “I’m meeting her parents this weekend.” Who would have

Grace's POVThe silence inside the holding room was suffocating.I stared at my trembling hands resting on the cold metal table. The sting on my cheek from Aunt Lucy's slap had faded, but the ache in my chest only seemed to grow heavier with every passing second.For twelve years...Twelve long years.Everything had led to this moment.The sound of the door opening echoed through the room.A police officer stepped inside, followed by Allen.He remained standing near the entrance, his tailored suit now wrinkled after what had clearly been a long day. His expression was unreadable, but the disappointment in his eyes cut deeper than any punishment I could receive."I didn't come here to defend you," he said quietly.I lowered my head."I know.""I came because Cheryl asked me to."Those words caught me off guard.My head snapped up."She... what?"Allen folded his arms."She asked me not to hate you before hearing your side of the story."A bitter laugh escaped my lips."That sounds exac