All Chapters of Lustful Desires (Erotic Shorts): Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Zara blinked, surprised. “What are you doing?”“Showing you something,” he said quietly.He opened his shirt halfway, revealing the faint, pale line that stretched diagonally across his chest. The scar was old but deep, a thin reminder of something violent.Zara’s breath caught. “Cade…”He traced the line with his fingers. “Got it three years ago. Car crash. My brother was driving. He didn’t make it.”The air went still.Zara’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m sorry.”He gave a small shrug. “Wasn’t your fault.”She shook her head. “That’s not what I meant. I just… I didn’t know.”“Not many people do,” he said, buttoning his shirt halfway but leaving it loose. “After that, I stopped getting close to anyone. It was easier to just keep things physical, keep people at a distance. Less to lose.”Zara looked at him, her heart softening in ways she hadn’t expected. She’d always seen Cade as untouchable, confident, bold, sometimes annoyingly in control but this version of him… the one sitting

But she already was.She stayed up late, waiting for the sound of his door, a familiar thud or laugh from behind the wall they shared. The silence was unbearable.Three days passed like that.No messages. No knocks. No sarcastic notes slipped under her door.By the fourth morning, she’d had enough.Zara threw on a sweatshirt and marched down the hallway. She knocked, hard on his door. No answer. She knocked again.“Cade! I know you’re in there!”Still nothing.She leaned against the door, frustration bubbling up. “Coward,” she muttered, then walked away.Halfway down the hall, she heard the door click open.“Princess?” His voice was low, rough from sleep.She froze, turned around slowly. Cade stood shirtless in the doorway again, hair messy, eyes unreadable.“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, though her pulse quickened.He rubbed his neck. “You were banging like you were about to break the door.”“I wanted to make sure you were alive.”“Barely,” he muttered.Her jaw tightened. “You’ve

He didn’t even know why he had followed her. He had told himself he was just going for a walk, that it had nothing to do with the sight of her leaving with another man but when he saw them sitting there, talking, smiling, the fire inside him snapped.He shouldn’t care.He had no right to care but he did and when Daniel reached across the table and brushed Zara’s hand, something in Cade’s control cracked.Before he could stop himself, he was crossing the street.Zara didn’t see him until he was standing right beside their table.Her fork froze midway to her mouth. Daniel looked up, startled.“Cade?” she whispered, eyes wide.He didn’t even glance at Daniel. His gaze was fixed entirely on her. “Can we talk?”Daniel frowned. “Excuse me, we’re in the middle of dinner...”Cade’s voice cut through the air, low and tight. “I wasn’t talking to you.”Zara stood up quickly, heart pounding. “Cade, what are you doing here?”He ignored the question. “Outside. Now.”The tone left no room for argume

Leah: You okay?Zara typed, No. Then deleted it. She didn’t even know what she felt. Hurt? Angry? Empty?All of it.Back in the building, Cade sat on the couch staring at the wall.He had sent her messages. Called her twice. No reply.He wanted to give her space, but the thought of her walking away for good made him sick. He had never begged for anyone before. But for her, he would.He went to her door once, stood there for a full minute, then turned around. He knew she wouldn’t open it. Not tonight.So he sat on the floor of his own apartment, head in his hands, thinking about every time he had teased her, touched her, kissed her.Every moment that had meant something real to him now looked poisoned through her eyes.He whispered to the empty room, “I’m sorry.”But there was no one there to hear it.Zara spent the next few days pretending to be fine. She smiled at people in the hallway, went to work, and ignored every notification from Cade.But every night, her chest ached. She’d cl

And then he told her, simply, that he had been miserable while she built herself brick by guarded brick. That the notes he had left were not mockery but foot-stubs that had become a way to reach her. That the teasing had been his awkward attempt at a language he did not know how to speak.She let the words sink in. They did not erase the image of men laughing at a bet. They did not change the fact that her first instinct had been to be swallowed by humiliation. But there was something else in his eyes now that had not been there before. Notched underneath the arrogance and the sarcasm, there was a rough kind of honesty, and it made a difference.They spoke late into the night. Not the flinty, staccato bickering letters that had defined them, but slow sentences that tried out the shape of things they had not dared say. He asked her about her parents and the way her mother had always warned her to hide. She asked him about his childhood, and he told her about leaving, about the small de