All Chapters of Lustful Desires (Erotic Shorts): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Zara walked into the lobby earlier than usual that morning, clutching her bag tighter than necessary. She had promised herself after last night’s prank that she was done wasting energy on Cade. He wasn’t going to get under her skin again, not today. She had more important things to focus on like her actual job and the fact that her boss was breathing down her neck about deadlines. Still, she slowed her steps when she saw a small group of women huddled by the coffee stand in the corner of the lobby. They were laughing, whispering, then laughing again. Zara didn’t think much of it at first until she caught Cade’s name sliding into their conversation. Her body tensed immediately, ears practically tuning themselves in. “…I swear, Cade from 14B is the hottest guy in this building,” one of them said. She was tall, brunette, with a sleek dress that screamed money and confidence. “Oh, absolutely,” another agreed, sipping her latte. “The way he smirks, God. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

The hallway was quieter than usual, but Zara could still hear the faint buzz of voices coming from the nearby classrooms. She stood by the lockers, clutching her notebook against her chest like it was a shield. Her heart raced, but she told herself she had no reason to feel nervous. At least, not until she saw Cade leaning against the wall, his arms folded, his head tilted slightly, and that familiar smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He looked like he was waiting just for her, though she knew Cade had this way of making every girl think that. His eyes found hers almost instantly, sharp and playful. Zara tried to ignore the flutter in her chest as she walked past him, but he stepped forward, blocking her way just enough to make her stop. "Going somewhere in a hurry?" he asked, his voice low and casual, but there was a teasing undertone. Zara raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unaffected. "Yes. Away from you." Cade chuckled, that smirk deepening. "Ouch! and here I thought y

Zara wasn’t even a gym person. The place always smelled faintly of rubber mats and sweat, and she usually preferred doing yoga in her apartment where no one could bother her. But after a long week of deadlines and arguments in the building, she needed a release and maybe, just maybe, she wanted to burn off the restless energy that Cade had left simmering under her skin with his notes.The building gym was mostly empty in the late evening. She liked it that way. The fewer eyes on her, the better. She changed into leggings and a fitted top, tied her hair up, and started on the treadmill, headphones blasting music to drown out her thoughts.Half an hour in, just when she was finally starting to feel calm, the door swung open.She didn’t even have to look to know who it was. That familiar, irritating confidence filled the room before he even said a word. Cade.Zara gritted her teeth and focused on her steps. Maybe if she ignored him, he would head to the weights and leave her alone. But n

Zara slammed her alarm clock off with more force than necessary. The blaring sound wasn’t the only thing that irritated her. It was the dream. That stupid dream she had just woken up from.She sat up in bed, dragging a hand down her face, trying to erase the memory of it, but it clung to her mind like glue.In the dream, Cade wasn’t her enemy. He wasn’t the arrogant neighbor who left garbage in the hallway or the guy she couldn’t go a single day without arguing with. No, in the dream, Cade had been gentle. His lips had brushed hers in the quiet of the elevator, his hands had held her waist like she was something fragile, and she had leaned into him willingly.Her stomach tightened just thinking about it. She hadn’t pushed him away in the dream. She had kissed him back. Worse, she had wanted it.Zara groaned into her pillow. “What is wrong with me?”She threw the blanket off and got up quickly, pacing her room like movement could shake off the images. She didn’t want to see Cade smilin

The silence inside the elevator had stretched long enough that Zara’s breathing had mostly evened out. The pounding in her chest had dulled, though her nerves still buzzed underneath her skin. She sat on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, refusing to look at Cade.Cade leaned back against the wall like this was just another normal evening, his flashlight balanced on the floor between them, throwing shadows upward across his jaw.The longer they sat there, the more her frustration grew. Her panic might have quieted, but her anger had not.“This is your fault,” she blurted suddenly, the words spilling before she could stop herself.Cade’s eyebrows lifted lazily, his head turning toward her. “My fault?”“Yes,” she snapped, sitting up straighter. “If you hadn’t rushed in here the second I did, maybe I wouldn’t be trapped in this metal box with you.”His mouth curved into a smirk that made her blood boil. “So your grand theory is that me getting on the elevator caused it to break?