All Chapters of Lustful Desires (Erotic Shorts): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Cade’s answer was a nod. He looked at her directly, and for all the arrogance and the jokes and the teasing, there was a steadiness in his look that made the air in her lungs denser. He said, simply, “Agreed.”They rode the remaining floors in that state. The elevator’s small light hummed. They watched their reflections in the polished metal of the opposite wall. Their faces looked the same in the mirror as before, but also not. The traces of what had passed were visible if one looked closely: rumpled hair, a smear of lipstick at the corner of a mouth, the faint flush under the collarbones. These were small things. Small things that the world would probably not notice in a busy corridor. Yet to them, the small things felt enormous.Zara imagined a thousand scenarios of how her friends might react if they knew. Her mother would worry and lecture. Her sister would tease and then ask sharp questions. The building would gossip. The world had a nasty way of turning private mistakes into pu

Zara had promised herself she would not take the stairs again. Not after the blackout and not after almost tripping the last time she tried to prove a point by avoiding Cade in the elevator. But that evening, she could not bring herself to stand in the small metal box knowing he might walk in at any second.So, she chose the stairs.She carried her tote bag over her shoulder and walked carefully, each step echoing through the stairwell. The air was cooler than she expected, though still heavy with the faint smell of concrete and old paint. She told herself this was the smart thing to do. She would climb a few flights, get to her apartment, and not have to risk facing him.But halfway up, she heard footsteps.Zara froze, her hand clutching the railing. The steps were steady, purposeful, and coming from above. Her stomach sank when she realized who it had to be.Cade.She cursed under her breath and picked up her pace. But before she could make it to the next landing, he appeared at the

Zara had never felt this restless.It was close to midnight, and she tossed from one side of the bed to the other, staring at the ceiling like it held answers she could not find. Her apartment was quiet, too quiet, and all she could hear was her own heartbeat, heavy and distracting.She knew what was wrong or rather, who was the cause of the problem.It had only been a day since she last saw Cade, but that was enough. Her body remembered too well, and her mind refused to shut him out. She hated how much power he seemed to hold without even trying. Every time she closed her eyes, she pictured his smirk, his touch, the sound of his voice when it dropped lower.“Damn it,” she muttered, shoving the blanket off.She tried to convince herself to stay put, at least to wait until morning, to not give in but the thought of him a few floors away was too much to ignore. Before she could second-guess herself, she grabbed her hoodie, slipped on shorts, and tiptoed out of her apartment.The hallway

Zara told herself to stop reading his notes.She told herself to throw them away, ignore them, act like Cade, the building’s most annoying neighbor didn’t exist but every morning, like clockwork, another note appeared.Sometimes it was under her doormat.Sometimes slipped into her mail slot.Sometimes, and most infuriating of all, tucked right under her coffee mug on the counter, meaning he had somehow gotten into her apartment.She didn’t know how. She didn’t even want to ask.What made it worse was that the notes weren’t all dirty jokes anymore. Some were soft. Thoughtful, even. “You make the hallway smell better.”“The building feels boring when you’re not here.”“I like your laugh. Even when it’s aimed at me.”Each one made her blush like she was sixteen again, and each one made her angrier at herself for feeling that way.On Thursday morning, she sat at her dining table with her coffee in one hand and his newest note in the other. It was short and messy, like he’d scribbled it o

Her jaw tightened. “You knew I was lying.”“Exactly,” he whispered, his hand brushing down her arm. “You lie when you’re scared.”She opened her mouth to argue, but the words caught in her throat. Because he was right.She was scared. Not of him but of how much she wanted him.“Why do you always have to be in control?” she asked quietly.Cade leaned closer until their foreheads touched. “Because when it comes to you, control is the only thing I’m losing.”Something in his tone broke through her anger.For a second, she saw past the teasing, past the smirk, saw the man underneath, raw and desperate and wanting.She closed her eyes. “You’re infuriating.”“Then stop kissing me back,” he said, his voice rough. But she didn’t stop.The room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the air thick with emotion: anger, desire, confusion, all tangled together until she didn’t know where one ended and the other began.When it was over, silence filled the space between them.Cade rested h