All Chapters of Lustful Desires (Erotic Shorts): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Zara told herself she wouldn’t do it. She told herself she was above this childish back-and-forth. But her hand wouldn’t stop twitching, her pen wouldn’t stay still. Before she could talk herself out of it, she was already scribbling.“Dear Cade,You are without a doubt the most arrogant, insufferable, obnoxious man I have ever met. Every word out of your mouth drips with ego, and every smirk you give makes me want to vomit. Don’t flatter yourself thinking I’m obsessed. The only thing I can’t stop thinking about is how wonderful it will be when you finally move out. The building will smell cleaner, sound quieter, and look brighter without you in it. Signed, Your fed-up neighbor.”She shoved the note into an envelope, stomped down the hall, and slapped it against his door so hard the sound echoed. Without knocking, she spun around and started back to her apartment.But Cade was faster.The door swung open, and there he stood, shirtless, his hair still damp like he had just showered. Za

Zara didn’t sleep well. Every time she closed her eyes, Cade’s smirk flashed in her mind. His words replayed like a bad song. “You don’t hate me half as much as you pretend.”She hated that he had the nerve to say it.She hated even more that deep down, it felt true.By morning, she was exhausted but determined to avoid him. She grabbed her bag, locked her door, and headed for the elevator.The doors slid open and her stomach dropped.Of course. Cade was already inside.He leaned against the mirrored wall like he owned the space, earbuds dangling around his neck, one hand in his pocket. The moment he saw her, his lips curled.“Well, good morning, princess.”Zara froze at the doorway. “I’ll wait for the next one.”He held the doors with his hand. “Come on. Don’t flatter yourself, i wasn’t waiting for you.”“I said I’ll wait.”“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, but didn’t move his hand from the sensor. The doors stayed open, and his eyes locked on hers. “Unless you’re scared.”Her jaw tighte

Zara did not plan to be in the lobby that afternoon. She had told herself she would stay in, finish an article, and avoid the whole building circus, then her phone buzzed with a message from Leah saying she was running late and could Zara grab a coffee for her. Zara rolled her eyes and agreed. It was easier than explaining she was avoiding people.She came down the stairs instead of taking the elevator. She liked the walk. It felt like she was doing something on purpose. When she pushed through the lobby doors, she saw Cade before she registered anyone else.He was at the mailboxes, leaning back with one shoulder against the wall, feet crossed at the ankles. He had on a clean shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked like he always did: relaxed and too sure of himself. He glanced up and his face brightened with that half-smile he used when he knew he was about to say something that would get a reaction.Leah was there too. She stood near the deli counter with a paper cup i

Back in her apartment, Zara sat on her couch and stared at her phone. She could call Leah and tell her she overreacted, she could tell her Leah not to trust him, she could be that friend or she could stop making a big deal of it and let the moment pass.She picked up her phone, thumb hovering over Leah’s name. Then she typed a message instead.Zara: “Thanks for the coffee. Sorry I was weird.”Leah: “Weird how?”Zara: “Just tired. Stairwork. Never mind.”Leah: “Okay. If you need to vent, call me.”Zara set the phone down. She wanted to vent. She wanted to admit that seeing Cade flirt with Leah stung in a way she hadn’t expected. She wanted to say that she hated that she felt jealous and stupid. She wanted to say that she wasn’t sure whether she was angry at Cade or herself for standing there and letting it happen.Instead she got up, walked to the kitchen, and opened the cabinet. She grabbed a new notebook and a pen as she sat down and wrote a short list.1. Stop letting him get to you

The next morning, Zara was already in the hallway when she heard a loud, frustrated groan from Cade’s apartment. The sound made her pause, biting back a grin. Moments later his door swung open and there he was, holding up the ruined shirt in disbelief.“What the hell happened to this?” he muttered, turning the fabric in his hands like it would give him answers.Zara leaned against her doorframe, her expression innocent even though she was nearly trembling with laughter. “What’s the matter, Cade? Did the trash king finally lose his royal wardrobe?”He shot her a sharp look. “This isn’t funny. This shirt cost more than your whole basket of laundry put together.”“Then maybe you should take better care of it,” she replied sweetly. “Maybe don’t leave your things lying around like the whole world revolves around you.”Cade narrowed his eyes at her. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you?”She gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “Me? Sabotage your laundry? Please,