All Chapters of Craving you: Locked Desires: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Lucille’s pov All eyes were fixed on me, waiting for an answer, my eyes darted from one person to the other, not knowing what to say, what do I even say? That I was gay? If I did, I don’t know what the outcome might be and if I say I wasn’t? How do I defend my actions. “You don’t need to answer that question Lucille” my dad cuts in, noticing the mystery written all over my face, my thoughts of concern. “No….she has to” Patrick cuts in, “you asked that question for a reason didn’t you…” “Well it doesn’t matter…” my dad tries to end it all but it was already too late, he had already set the mood in motion. “It does…..tomorrow she’ll be standing before so many reporters and this people are worst than lawyers, they can simp out words from you without you knowing and bake it into a story they can sell”. Patrick tries to convince them but my dad was already getting fed up. “And who said I accept anything about the press….” He cuts in angrily, “there’ll be no press conference and that

Marcella’s pov I couldn’t sleep all night. I texted my sister but she was yet to reply, maybe she was too busy downstairs caught up in the whole chaotic drama between our parents. I tried calling Rose but I noticed she blocked my number. So much for being a friend. If Rose really did all this? Why did she go through all the stress to do it? Right back at school, she was my best friend, a very dear friend of mine. I took her as a sister, even when things were kind of going wild in my life, I still hung onto our friendship but everything began to change after my relationship with Patrick kicked off. I don’t know why? I don’t know how? All I can say is that life was evolving and certain people in our lives don’t evolve with it. Early in the next day morning, I got off my bed and took my shower, got into my best dress, I didn’t want to look tacky since my dad said Patrick was coming, I didn’t want him to walk in on me looking miserable that is if he ever comes and I’m summoned downst

Marcella’s povI was frustrated all day thinking about what he said I’d do…how do I do something like that. I knew it was her fault but that doesn’t mean I didn’t play a part too. I let her kiss me, I let her touch me, so it was a play for two and now I’m living the regrets of my hesitance to resist.All day, I held my phone in my hand. Going through the message. Gosh if this was the only way out. Should I take it? I thought deeply about it. But I couldn’t get any answer for it. My mind was going in circles.Eventually, the house felt too suffocating to bear, and I decided to go for a walk. I covered my face, kept my head down and hid under dark oversize sunglasses and a headscarf so no one would recognize me especially Patrick’s people. His parting warning echoed in my head:“Stay inside for now. Going out right now would be disastrous for us,” he had insisted before leaving. “Let us resolve this before you make any public appearances.”But the house was already too stuffy for me. I

Lucille’s pov I didn’t even know when I slept off, the next time I opened my eyes. It was dawn. I scratched my head feeling tired and drained. Stretching like an ostrich. Then my alarm rang and I picked up my phone. It was 9:30 am. “9:30!!” I yelled out as I jumped out of my bed. No matter what I faced, I had to keep practicing, I had to keep going, preparing myself for whatever my future held for me.The script…ahh I remembered I wanted to stay and begin reading but I know I still had hours till then, I’ll just use my time now to jog out, some exercises should keep me running strong for an hour and keep my brain active then get myself ready for tonight.When I reached the ground floor, I ran into my dad in the kitchen. He didn't say a word, quietly making a cup of tea for himself. “Morning, Dad,” I offered carefully. “Morning, Lucille,” he replied, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on his mug. He couldn't even look at me. To him, I was an embarrassment, the sole reason he had stay

Marcella’s pov It was my very own Lucille. The sun beamed behind her, framing her like a rising star. "Ella..." she called out, rushing over to help me up. I scrambled to my feet with her support, my eyes fixed on her. "What are you doing here?" It was the first question that popped into my head. I wasn't even sure why I asked it but I needed an answer. "Just... walking around," she stammered. I looked her over. She was breathing heavily, as if she had been running. Her eyes darted toward the path where Rose and her accomplice had fled before settling back on me. I knew the question forming in her mind. "Was that..." she began, but I was too impatient to let her finish. "Yes. That was Rose," I said, brushing the sand off my clothes. "Not everyone is who they seem to be." "Are you okay...?" She reached out, but I pulled away, rejecting her touch. "I'm fine," I snapped. She was the reason I was in this mess in the first place. I turned to walk away, but she caught my arm. "