บททั้งหมดของ SWEET TEMPTATION: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

CHAPTER 22 CAROL I kept my back to him. I didn’t know why I had this strange feeling coiling inside me. "Alright." I walked out of his office, somewhat annoyed by how he’d ignored my displeasure when he mentioned that woman. Who was she to ask him to show up personally? I’d find out soon enough. Three days had passed since his strange behavior the other night, and not once had he mentioned it. He hadn't touched me again either—at least, not the way I wanted him to. I grabbed my purse and headed out so I wouldn't be late for my meeting. I passed the reception desk and saw Marta. "Where were you? I didn't see you when I got in this morning," I asked, stopping to greet her. "I was a bit late. My mother had a fall. It wasn't anything serious, but I took her to the hospital anyway." "I'm so sorry. Let me know next time." "I’d love to, but I don't have your number." "Right." I jotted it down in her phone. "Girls' night tomorrow!" she smiled excitedly, and I remembered I

​CHAPTER 24 ​CAROL ​I get out of the taxi and walk to the small building where Susan and Henry live. I go up to the security desk and tell the guard I’m going to 2-B; the man dials the number on the intercom and announces my arrival to Susan. Seven minutes later, I’m already heading up the stairs—the building is small and doesn't have an elevator. ​Susan and Henry’s relationship is the typical "bad boy falls for the good girl" story. I used to think that only happened in the novels one reads, but this one is very real. It's not that Henry was bad, or at least not now... Susan met him a year before he graduated from university. She helped him immensely to get out of the dark world he was stuck in. It took a lot for me to trust Henry at first because of all the fights they used to have and how jealous he could get when she went out with her classmates; it was crazy. Susan has shown him that she only has eyes for him and no one else... The door was open, so I walked in. ​"Susan?"

CHAPTER 26 ​CAROL ​"Why didn't you call me?" I close my eyes and relax against his chest, letting myself be carried away by his sweet caresses. ​"I forgot." ​"Then why didn't you answer my calls?" ​"My phone died," I say, as his hands continue to stroke the sides of my body. ​"And why didn't you charge it?" His tone is accusatory, as if he knows I'm lying. Which I was. My phone was fully charged; I simply hadn't wanted to talk to him at that moment. Then, I had just forgotten to do it. ​"I left my charger at home." He pinches my nipples, and although I feel pleasure, I can't ignore the edge of pain his hands try to provoke. He slides his feet under mine, forcing my legs open; he brings one hand down, tracing my flat abdomen again until he reaches my crotch, where his fingers play for a moment. He parts the folds of my vagina and toys with that tiny bundle of nerves that sends jolts of pleasure through my entire body. ​I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes, so

CHAPTER 28 CAROL "After my meeting with that woman, I went to see Susan; I needed to talk to her. Time flew by so fast that I forgot to call you. Later, when I checked the time, I saw I had twenty missed calls from YOU. Have you lost your mind? I already knew we’d have an argument over the calls, so I didn't want to add more fuel to the fire. But clearly, it didn't matter that I told you my battery died if YOU were going to check it anyway." "Does Susan know about the calls?" I stay quiet for a second; I didn't want to keep acting like a child. "No. In any case, why don't you tell me who that 'distinguished' woman requesting your presence was?" My sarcasm is biting. "It’s not important." His tone has softened, obviously satisfied with my answer. He moves toward me with steady, determined steps. "No, Will. Stop." I hold up a hand to halt him. "Things can’t be like this. You can't just throw a crazy fit, stalking and demanding answers, without being willing to give some yoursel

CHAPTER 30 CAROL "You’re lying and you know it, babe!" he yelled at me. Dammit! I’d have to go running with him after all. Fifteen minutes later, I was ready: a sports bra and a running set consisting of tiny black shorts with a pink stripe down the side, matching my top—only the shirt was sleeveless and stopped right at my belly button. I put on my black sneakers and pulled my hair into a ponytail. Sulking, I headed downstairs expecting to see Will in the living room... but he wasn't there. "Will!" I shouted. Silence. I finished the stairs and walked to the front door, which was closed. I tried again: "Will?!" Nothing. I went to the kitchen and he wasn't there either. The apartment was large, but not so big that he wouldn't hear me. What the hell was going on? He had gone down before me... where on earth had he tucked himself away? I sighed, resigned. "You are not going out dressed like that." His warm breath brushed my neck as he spoke into my ear. I jumped in fright, s