All Chapters of The Devil you begged for: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ISLA~•~When I woke up the next morning, I thought that what had happened last night had been a nightmare, but one look at the mirror was proof that last night had happened.He’d kissed me. I’d let him.I’d stabbed him. He’d let me.Then he kissed me again.I stripped the dress away immediately and dumped it in the trash. I didn’t intend to wash it. I wanted to get rid of it.My head was pounding. I wasn’t sure if it was from lack of sleep or from the wine last night. I’d drunk a lot. I couldn’t remember the last time I drank anything. I had been hoping to forget everything that was currently happening in my life. I didn’t expect the cause of the problem to walk into my room and give me a more memorable reminder of my current life.There were faint specks of dried blood on my shoulder, reminding me that everything was real. I’d stabbed Lorenzo. I’d tried to kill him. I wasn’t sure what would happen this morning. I hadn’t seen anyone who attempted to kill him and lived to tell the sto

ISLA ~•~ I woke up to sunlight shining on me through the windows. I’d forgotten to draw the curtains last night. I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand. It was eleven in the morning on a Monday. I should have been on campus by now, but I deliberately turned off my alarm, not having the courage to face Sophia after what had happened the previous week. She had told me to stay away for a while and had even stopped taking my calls or replying to my texts after that. There was no point in attending classes. Even Ryan wasn’t responding to my calls. I wondered if he had seen something that day. I wondered if everyone at school knew who I was by now or what I was involved in. While my parents wanted me to get a degree, the reason I continued schooling was because of the sense of normalcy it gave me and now, Lorenzo’s life had bled into that as well. Just when I stood up to look through the window, I caught sight of Lorenzo walking towards his car. He went straight to the d

ISLA~•~Three days.That was how long I had been avoiding Lorenzo. Avoiding everyone. I’d stayed in my room, refusing to eat with him, see him, or even breathe in the same space as he was. After I’d almost let myself melt under the same man I’d sworn to hate, I realized the best way to keep my head screwed on straight was to avoid him.Well, I was avoiding everyone. I still hadn’t returned to school. I tried my best not to run into any of Lorenzo’s men. Romano, Ricardo, Greg, and everyone else. I did end up running into some of them while I went down for something to eat but I didn’t see Lorenzo’s face in three days.That didn’t mean I didn’t hear him though. Every sound of his voice in the hall made my pulse race. It reminded me of when he asked if I still hated him. Every step of his shoes across the floor made my stomach tighten.I told myself it was out of disgust. I knew I was lying.Lorenzo didn’t say a word about that night. He didn’t even try to talk to me, and he didn’t com

LORENZO~•~Isla often forgot that our rooms were right next to each other. My walls weren’t very thin, so sometimes I could even hear her pacing around in her room.The moment she stood up from bed and left her room, I left my room as well. I wasn’t exactly certain where she was going but when she got downstairs and didn’t go to the kitchen, I had an inkling she wasn’t returning to the backyard.I was right.So caught up in her new mission, she didn’t even realize she was being followed. She still wasn’t security-conscious. No wonder she was easily kidnapped the last time.I followed silently behind her as she entered my office. I stood by the side as I started hearing her going through my drawers, papers ruffling with each drawer she opened. What the hell was she looking for? Did she overhear another conversation?When she closed the last drawer, I stepped out of the corner, watching her look through files. Then she suddenly stopped, pulled out a red file that had her name by the si

ISLA~•~My head was pounding when I woke up. I was lying in a comfortable bed but it didn’t feel like mine. The sheets were black silk and the air was thick with a familiar scent. His familiar scent.I was in Lorenzo’s room.I sat up immediately, dragging the sheets to cover my bare chest, while my gaze traveled around, looking for my nightdress. I found it on the nightstand, neatly folded, next to a jar of water and a pack of tablets. Specifically, the morning-after pill. The gesture felt cold and cynical, just like Lorenzo. I caught sight of him through the door that led to his balcony with his back to me. He was wearing black dress pants. He was shirtless and his hair was damp as though he had taken a shower not too long ago. He was on his phone, giving commands, discussing shipments casually as though he hadn’t spent the night bending me over his desk.I was quite ashamed to admit it but I couldn’t even remember how I ended up in his bed. Had I passed out mid-sex? I could faint