All Chapters of Craving Mr Redd: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As the door shut, Taylan felt too hot and uncomfortable in the office he'd been working in for a year for the first time.He fetched the decanter near the window, poured a glass, and downed the alcohol in one harsh gulp. It burned his throat, but they did nothing to calm the storm in him.Taylan had been good at keeping his emotions before she came into his life.'Friend'He scoffed bitterly, slamming the glass on his desk.The weekend had been hell, staring at her messages and contact for no reason. He knew he shouldn't be stalking, but he had taken a sneak peek at Doctor Yuri's reports about her condition.Carlos's touch made her feel safe? His touch was her healing?That man of a devil should be the last person well enough to heal her?Kyla deserves better. Carlos can't give her the affection she wants; he knew that well enough, but why can't she see that?Kyla's presence was beginning to suffocate Taylan, and he was beginning to fear that his old self was slowly resurfacing.He'd

The same night, Chelsea stepped down from the taxi in haste. She paid the driver before closing the door behind her.Then she checked her phone and glanced at the bar, her heart pounding in her chest before she headed in.The scent of expensive drinks and colognes hit her nostrils. The space had a warm glow that kissed the walls, and slow bass mixed with the soft chatter of the people inside.Chelsea’s gaze darted around, and when she didn’t spot who she was looking for, she texted someone.“I can’t find him. Are you sure he’s here?”The person replied: “That’s where he said he was heading.”Chelsea sighed, finding a place to sit and ordering a drink for herself. One of her knees shook slightly under the table as she tried Kyla’s number again.It still wasn’t going through.Right after Kyla left, Chelsea had hated herself for what she’d said to her last. She hadn’t known how much it would trigger Kyla, especially on a day like this.It was her uncle’s birthday. How could she have forg

CARLOSThe line between loyalty and lust was blurring, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.She was still flushed from the intense kiss earlier, her lips wet and tempting, parted and easy for his tongue to slide in and taste more of her.All he needed was a 'yes.' "What happens if I break... those rules?" She asked quietly."For the two rules, you'll get punished. For the third..." He paused, locking gaze with hers. "You'll never see me again. I'll disappear from your life and protect you in the shadows.""Why?" Her voice slightly wavered. "Because I am not the kind of man any woman should fall in love with. Especially you. If we are to have that kind of relationship. There shall be no strings attached."Her brow knitted and loosened. Then he saw it. Hesitation. "I... I... Uhm..."Carlos' eyes dilated. He instantly released her, almost cursing at the absence of her heat. Then he hoped he was wrong about what her hesitation meant."Forget it," he muttered under his breath.

KYLAKyla couldn’t sleep. Her frame kept tossing on her bed, with no position good enough to slip her away.It wasn’t because of her father anymore, but him. Carlos. It’s been hours since it happened, yet she could still feel it. The way his mouth devoured her, tongue swiping at the bottom of her lip after grazing them hard with his teeth. The feel of his sandy beard against her cheek, not to forget how wetness pooled in between her legs the moment he groaned into her mouth.That moment was the kind of fire she’d never get over. For the first time he had finally cracked, but something bigger now stood before her. The damn rules. A man like Carlos was dangerous; that she could tell, and she didn’t want to get herself entangled with his business even though she was dying to know his story.She’d wanted to get answers from his mother before, but she disappeared, only calling her once she was away for a while.Why do his rules hit her harder than they should? Especially the last one.J

CITYChelsea groaned awake, stirring to the other side of the bed. She swept her blonde hair backward and sat up. The sheet slipped down and exposed her naked frame. A gasp escaped.“What the fuck?”She tried to remember what happened last night. She recalled going to meet Simon to track Kyla and then Michael showed up.They argued over something stupid in the car, and she insisted she wanted to be alone at a bar. Got drunk. And…“I kissed him?” She muttered in shock.The bathroom door creaked open, and Micheal stepped out while drying his hair. His chest was exposed down to the V line below his smooth torso, where a towel hung around.Even though a storm of panic swirled in her chest, she wanted to drool over his hot morning look.He paused when he saw her.“Hey, you're awake.” Chelsea went pale. “What the actual fuck, Mike?”He frowned. “What?”“I didn't know you could…” The words stuck. “Our parents are getting married, and this happened.”“Wait… wait… wait.” Micheal stopped he