All Chapters of Craving you: Locked Desires: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Marcella’s povI couldn’t believe I was to be trapped in this suffocating silence with her. Not after the way she had called his name. Everything I’d done, every touch I allowed from those men was a calculated performance. I wanted her to see that I didn’t give a damn about her. I wanted her to believe I was a free bird, soaring far above her reach, yet even as I pretended to fly, my eyes never truly left her. I wanted her to know I’d moved on. But honestly, why did I think my actions would even affect her? She wasn't even attracted to me, she didn’t know how I felt. The realization was like a bitter, mocking pill to swallow… it was so fucking dumb. Even with those men crowded around me, I was lost in her gaze. I could feel the weight of her eyes on me from across the distance, compelling me to her despite my best efforts to break away. I wanted to hurt her the way she hurt me, but I didn't know how. And then, the moment I heard that name again, Patrick, my anger ignited into a fre

Lucille’s pov“It’s not what you think… I swear it” I tried to clear things out before it got worst. I think they heard us, I was scared of the whole situation, now that my secret was out, what was my fate?I stepped closer to Chloe panicking “please Chloe…I can explain”. I held her hands with so much tears in my eyes.But she didn’t say a word, just staring at me and I stared back. Looking at ourselves like waiting for the other to say something.“Yeah…I’m still waiting to know why you sent us off on a mission without telling us the objective of the mission. Lucille, what’s up with you” she broke the silence pouring out her grievance but it wasn’t what I had in mind, I had expected drama, more revelations, confessions, I thought maybe she overheard everything. I was going to beg my way out, ready to deny everything to hide the truth, no one can know about this.I turned to Marcella and saw the tears of betrayal in her eyes. I was even more surprised at myself, I didn’t know I could g

Lucille’s povI was triggered by everything, our fights, the street lights, the sound of the music so I couldn’t stay there any longer as I got outside, I wanted to escape everything, the intensity of the heated environment but as I stepped out, a car was parked at the porch, thinking it was my ride, then I received a message on my phone. “Get in” I checked the sender’s name but it was anonymous. A prickle of unease climbed my spine, by now, the glass should have slid down to reveal a friendly face. Something felt wrong. I was halfway through turning away to call a taxi when the window finally hummed open. I looked at the driver, and I was met with my greatest fear. I had expected to see Patrick, or his chauffeur, anyone but someone from his side since he was the one I texted but I was met with my mother, sitting in the car. My mother sat behind the wheel. An icy dread washed over me. My heart skipped a bit, this was something unusual, ever since I was little, my mum never showe

Lucille’s povThat evening she came to my house, I was alone as usual, my parents were out as always maybe planning my next line of action in the future. Who knows? Maybe friends too and sponsorship, I just couldn’t tell. Then I heard a knock on the door, I wasn’t expecting anyone so I took a while to get the door.When I pulled it open, she was standing there, clutching her books tightly against her breast.Then I remembered our meeting at the library. “Hi there... I did say today, I know I’m early. I just thought we might as well start soon.” Laurel stood on the porch, wearing that signature celebrity, so wide and bright, but I didn’t know if I should let her in or make her leave, I just felt odd with everything, we only talked about it today but now she’s on my doorstep, I know she had said it but it still felt weird, and how did she know where I live? of course she’s the principal’s daughter, no information slips pass her so I decided since she was already here, why not?She loo

Lucille’s pov The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone in the sudden, deafening quiet. Then I turned to the side to cuddle my pillow and I saw it laying there on my bed. Fuck! She had forgotten her notebook.Her face came so visible to my vision and that final smile haunted me, it felt as though she had already mapped out my next move. When my parents returned, I remained silent throughout dinner. They didn’t notice my withdrawal, far too caught up in their own conversation, but for me, their voices were nothing more than static in the background. My mind was fixed on her words. On my bed my heart pondered on her words, “I’ll love the experience”, she sounded so sure and yeah, I think I already felt like I would. I already loved the memory of that first kiss. I traced my thumb over my bottom lip, a silent reminder of her touch. If the mere taste of her lips felt this good, how would it feel if we explored more deeper? I bet I would be lost in the world of pleasure. The t