Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Sinful Pleasure : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Zerina's point of view In the night, Shea brought me to a bar as she promised. I know how reluctant she was in bringing me here. She asked me over and over again if I was okay with this and I never backed down. Here we were in a dark and smoky club about to join an endless crowd of people who wanted to have nothing but a good time. This is my second time being in this type of environment and each time I was so overwhelmed with everything.We stepped into the bar, the dim lighting enveloped me like a warm hug. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and the hum of conversation. I felt a bit out of my depth, clutching my purse tightly.The people around me seemed to fit into different categories. Some were dressed to impress in their fancy dresses and suits, sipping champagne and laughing loudly. Others were more laid-back, wearing jeans and graphic tees, nursing their beers. I saw groups of friends cheering over pool games, couples snuggled up in corners, and solo patrons staring

Author's point of view In the farthest corner where the neon lights could not quite reach, there was silence. The booth sat in the shadow, almost forgotten, yet a certain man who leaned against it saw everything. His eyes cut through the haze of smoke and flashing lights with predatory precision, locked on a single figure. His mouth carved into a shadow of a smile before he reached for his phone. The line rang once. Twice. Then came the voice dripping with warning and thin patience. "This better be important." The tone of the person on the other phone was a blade pressed to the throat. The man in the booth tilted his head, eyes never leaving the girl. "I wouldn't disturb you otherwise. But it seems.." He paused, savoring the words. "Your precious lamb has wandered into the forest where wolves feast." The man knew fully that the person on the other line would know exactly what he was talking about.The silence that followed was heavier than the bass pounding through the bar's speak

Zerina's point of view But because of Shea, I pushed through, trying to ignore the whispers. The only light came at the far end of the alley, casting long, eerie shadows. My ears rang with more whispers. "Shea?" My voice cracked, too small for the empty night. "Shea, are you out here?" No reply. I shivered as the whispers drew closer . "Shea!!" I yelled louder this time. My words bounced against the walls and came back to me hollow. A cold gust brushed my skin, making me shiver . The whispers pressed in. It felt suffocating.I felt my eyes get wet and I turned to run back inside where the lights were.. only to gasp as my back slammed against the rough brick wall. The air whooshed from my lungs. My bag slipped from my grip, tumbling to the ground with a full thud. "Mr. Reeves... W-what are you doing?" I stammered, staring up at him. The man's face was close, too close, his hand firm against my shoulder, pinning me in place. His lips parted curling into a smile that wasn't kind

Zerina's point of view My body started to shake, shivering terribly. Everything happened so fast that I couldn't process what was happening. A second ago, I was pinned to the wall by Mister Reeves and he was about to.. to do all sorts of mannerless things to me.My breathing came out quickly as the sound of my heartbeat pounded in my ear. But my brain still tried to process what was really going on.Mister Reeves was about to do stuff to me..but then the door behind him disappeared from where it was meant to be and he disappeared along with it.I was so terrified when Mister Reeves had pinned me to the wall and I lost all hope of getting out of this situation. The next second, I felt air swoosh through my face and the pressure of his hands in my shoulders were gone. I was so shocked but equally very relieved. Mister Reeves was gone. I was safe now. He was gone...I didn't even try to process what happened to him or why he just suddenly wasn't in my face any more. I was glad that he

Author's point of view Meanwhile, an hour ago, Shea leaned against the bar counter, waiting for the bartender to hand her the two glasses she had ordered. Something light for Zerina, something a little stronger for her. Her fingers tapped against the polished wood. She hates waiting. Her eyes kept flicking over her shoulder, making sure she still had a clear line of sight to where Zerina was sitting. Her best friend looked small, folded into the leather couch like she was trying to shrink from the world. 'My poor girl.' Shea smiled. Always so soft, so fragile. She wasn't going to let anyone touch her while she was here. "Two minutes, sweetheart," the bartender grunted, busy with a line of drinks for a bachelor group beside her. Shea sighed, tugging the strap of her top higher over her shoulder. She was used to waiting in lines to get what she wanted. She was the daughter of one of the country's most wretched families so when she went out, she was never treated like someone pri