All Chapters of Craving you: Locked Desires: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Marcella’s pov I walked down the streets in disappointment, if she had written the letter, why didn’t she come out? Why didn’t she show up? Or was she still afraid to express herself or maybe I still disgusted her.. did she write that letter in pity? Was it because she felt sorry for me? How am I even sure she did…I bowed my head in shame and disbelief. But again, how could I be so sure she wrote that letter, what if …..what if… the ‘if’s’ in my mouth seemed endless. I had high hopes she was the one but who again? Or did I have a secret admirer somewhere? The imitator showed Bonners club so the secret admirer had to be in the club.I was lost in thought that I jumped when a hand grabbed my shoulder, I startled as I turned. “Hey….” I turned around to see Rose. “Hey….” I replied softly. “I’ve been chasing after you, calling your name but…” she looked over me “you okay…?” “Yeah….” I whispered “how did you find me?” “When I came back I noticed you were gone and so was the letter, I

Lucille’s pov “We didn’t mean to stress everyone… that’s why we kept it a secret, I begged her to, I told Lucille about the letter and she said we come to the garden by 9 to get the writer”.My heart calmed down as I heard her defend me, I wasn’t expecting that, I thought she would tell the truth, but she covered up for me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, even more the reason I admired her so much. “Really…?” Chloe seemed shocked “Lucille is that true?” My eyes widened as Chloe called my name. “Yeah ….thats true”. I took a step closer. Standing on common grounds with her, we looked at ourselves and I could see the support in her eyes. What else could I ever ask for?. “We’ve been out here much longer than intended,” Marcella continued, her voice steady and convincing. “I had to reach out to Lucille for help. Since we were both having issues, I figured we could find common ground in catching this person. I knew no one would believe she’d help me, but the sisterhood has a way of br

Marcella’s pov “No….” I whispered to her and she still gave me that hungry look, but that wasn’t the whole truth, I was too scared to say it or to tell her. I wanted to keep it a secret, just to myself but how do I keep this a secret from her, I wanted us to be as one. Lucille leaned in for a kiss, then paused, pulling back just enough to read my expression. My eyes were darting everywhere but her face, I was a nervous wreck, certain she could see right through my flimsy lies. “Let me be the first girl to have you,” she whispered. She pressed her face into the crook of my neck, trailing soft, lingering kisses against my skin. I felt my breathing hitch, coming out in shaky, uneven thuds. I had just lied to her, and the weight of it was crushing. I didn't want our relationship to start on a foundation of lies. “Ella… you look worried. What’s the matter?” She brushed the back of her hand gently against my cheek, her touch grounding me. “There’s something… I think you should know.”

Lucille’s pov It finally happened. I did it, and for the first time in my life, I felt a semblance of peace. For so long, I had kept my feelings locked away in the deepest coffers of my heart, terrified of the fallout. I was scared of rejection, scared of failure, and paralyzed by the need to hide who I truly was. But after telling Marcella the truth, after finally coming out to her, I felt like a new person. I was intoxicated by the sudden rush of freedom, no longer fearful of the consequences. I had been reckless as a teenager, but now, I knew I had to make smart moves.Then, my thoughts drifted to her friend who had walked in. I remembered the sudden shift in my demeanor and the anger on her side in the room. I cared deeply for Marcella, but the fear for my career still loomed over me, as did the shadow of my mother. I had overcome the fear of her absence, but her presence was a different monster entirely. Deep down, I wanted to scale the highest peak and scream at the top of my

Marcella’s pov I waited all day trying to keep myself busy till that time, impatience boiled inside me like a fever, I couldn’t wait to see her. When it was 7pm I didn’t let anything stop me or get in my way, I headed straight to the address she gave me. It was a bit far, out of town. You know, to say it, I’ve always had everything but not a car, do you know why? Because that way I’ll still need to call my mum if ever I need a ride. Most times I used Uber, so like every other day I took one to the address. Perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you about how I prepared. This was our first real date, and I was determined to make it perfect. I chose a sleek blue gown, short, elegant, and striking. I swept my hair up into a high ponytail, stepped into my favorite heels, and applied my makeup with care. I wanted to look exceptionally beautiful for her. When I finally looked in the mirror, my lips a shimmering, glossy red, I felt confidence. I looked too beautiful for common