Todos los capítulos de His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

A SNAKE AND IT'S POISONALEXANDERThere's only so much you can do when you have your ex-wife and the boyfriend of the woman you want, staying under the same roof as you. It was already bad that Mr boyfriend was invited by Camille, then Elise decided to be another bone in my throat.If I was not careful enough, that woman would have me at her mercy before she leaves this house.So I decided to do the one thing that keeps my mind busy. Work.I was in my study, behind my desk, doing the little work I could on this Sunday afternoon when the door opened without a knock.I looked up from my laptop, my pen still in my hand as my eyebrows dipped into a frown at the interruption. Élise stood in the doorway, hanging one hand on the frame while the other resting on her hip. She was wearing something a silk, armless short gown. The kind of fabric that caught the light and clung to every curve. Her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders in waves I had once buried my hands in.I raised my eyebr

THE HOLLOWALEXANDERElise's lips moved against mine slowly and deliberately. But I still felt nothing. No heat… no hunger… no pull in my chest or tightening in my gut. Just the mechanical movement of skin on skin, the ghost of something that had died a long time ago.She tasted like the way she always had—I don't know why I remember. She tasted like expensive wine and the faint sweetness of her lip balm. But it was like eating a meal you used to love, only to realise you no longer remembered why.She pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against mine. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips curved in a smile. It needed no sorcery to tell that's she was satisfied and deep down she felt like she had already won."God! I miss this," she whispered before leaning in again. But this time, I stopped her.I moved my hand, raising it and placing it between us, blocking her from coming any closer. I don't know how well, but I knew I had created distance cold enough to make her question if the

RAISING MY WALLSISABELLAWith my heart pounding loudly in my heart and head, I ran.The sand gave way beneath my feet, stealing my balance and slowing me down. My robe flapped behind me, thin and useless against the cold that was sending a chill down my spine, and I knew for a fact the cold had nothing to do with the night air.I kept running without looking back because I just couldn't. If I looked back, I would see her. And if I saw that woman again, I'll loose the remaining thread of sanity I had left.Tears stung the back of my eyes like a bitch, not from fear, but from something else. The last thread of my hope snapping into pieces.Fuck! Izzy! You've been such a fool.Alexander still wants me, just like he's always wanted me. Planting myself back into his life won't be hard.Élise's words echoed in my head over and over again. She didn't sound like she was hoping or guessing, she sounded like she was stating a fact.A fact I'd seen with my very own eyes and just refused to beli

DANCING ACCORDING TO THE BEATNARRATOR'S POVThe night was warm, the sea calm, the moon hidding behind a veil of clouds. Élise stood at the edge of the water, a cigarette between her fingers, the ember glowing orange in the darkness. She had come to the beach expecting to think, make small plans and savor the small victories.What she didn't expect, was company.The sound of quiet footsteps on sand reached her ears. She wasn't meant to hear the footsteps but the wind carried it to her ears anyways.For a second, she paused, waiting and listening to be sure her ears weren't deceiving her. The footsteps were coming from the direction of the house, when she turned, she saw Isabella.Viewing it as the perfect opportunity, grateful for the shadow of the tree that was hiding her, she turned making her way discretely behind a shed bear the beach benches.Pulling out her phone and pretending to be on call just to draw the attention of Isabella coming, she began to speak."—told you, I have ev

WHEN YOUR HEART GOES IN TWO DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS AT ONCEALEXANDERLately, my morning have been feeling the same way. I wake up angry and feeling the need to smash something into the wall.I couldn't tell if it was because of Elise's presence in the house, the fact that Camille might be opening up to her after years of damage… or that little brown haired and hazel eyes woman.Everything just feels fucking frustrating at this point!Today, I didn't feel the urge to go down for breakfast, so I remained in my eoom. I don't know, but somehow, the smell of coffee drifted up the stairs, reminding me that there was life outside my bedroom door.I lay in beds staring at the ceiling and listening to the muffled sounds of plates and voices. I couldn't make out which was which, but I could tell all four of their voices were haunting me.I closed my eyes, trying to expel the thoughts that were beginning to run round in my head.I couldn't find myself sitting at the table again. I couldn't just si