Spicy and Forbidden. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

-Desmond-I walked into the building trying my hardest not to turn around and tell her that it'sq okay. That I forgive her. Because though she got under my skin, gawd, I still loved her. My heart slammed in my ribs as I passed through the front doors. This was it. The end of me and her. I felt heavy, like something had left me, a dull thud in my chest. Lenora, why? Why, I still love you.I took a breath and decided to turn around, hands tucked in my pocket as I looked at the traffic beyond the glass doors. She was no longer on the pavement. Good. Because seconds ago, I was ready to back out of the doors and go and beg her. Clenching my fists, I headed to my cubicle. She needed to be out of my life. Our relationship had run its course. I dropped into my chair, my heart still feeling heavy. I knew I needed to block her and completely erase her out of my life digitally before I did something real stupid later on like call her and demand answers, when I knew there were no answers.

-LENORA-By the time the cab dropped me off at work, I'd cleaned the tears off my face and regained composure.Loretta. I still had Loretta. When I came into the Mart, I could see Harvey wiping down the counter. I took a deep breath and sighed. I didn't want to deal with him and his creepy advances today. “You look rough,” he noted as I brushed past him to take my place at the counter. His hands brushed my hips and once again I felt vulnerable, I sighed under my breath as I moved to arrange the cigarette stack. What was his obsession with me? I've never seen him cling to any female staff like the way he was obsessed with me. I heard the door of his office creak and I released the breath I was holding. Damn Eira. If she hadn't called in sick, I would have been home resting because my shift was over. “Hey,” I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jerked, toppling the tall pile of condoms down. Fuck. Fuck. I bent down and picked the condoms. “Lenora.” I paused picking up the boxes and

I wake up with a violent shiver that rattles my entire frame.The moonlight is spilling through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls of the bedroom, turning the space into a futuristic icebox. I try to pull the duvet tighter around me, curling into a ball, but the cold is relentless. It seeps into my skin, making my teeth chatter and my toes feel like blocks of ice.I search for a jumper or something—anything—to wrap around myself, but my luggage is still half-packed and my clothes are tucked away in the closet. I can't even think straight; my brain is a fog of exhaustion. I can't sleep like this. I'm freezing.I slide out of bed, my bare feet hitting the polished wooden floor with a sharp chill that makes me gasp. I hurry out of the room and creep down the corridor, my arms wrapped tightly around my chest.I find my way to the laundry/washing room, hoping to find a spare throw or a misplaced sweater. As I sift through a basket of freshly folded clothes, I see it. A massive, charcoal-grey

I wake with a choked scream caught in my throat, bolting upright in bed.Sweat purse from my skin and underarms as I try to breathe, my hand flailing around with confusion. One hand grabs the headboard, while another grabs the mattress sheets as I heave up and down, legit tears falling from my eyes, because that dream felt so real, so visceral, so vivid. I start coughing so hard because of how fast I'm breathing. My tank top clings hard to my sweat slicked skin and while my heart slams in my chest, I pull it over my skin because it feels restricting and suffocating and I'm suddenly having claustrophobia.I throw it across the room like it's my problem, like its my half crazed sister humping me with a knife straight to my throat. Sunlight suddenly cuts through the blinds in thin golden lines, and I stare into the light with confusion. My alarm suddenly blares out loud, and I jerk. Jeez, I was still so jumpy. I scramble to the clock and slams it off. The time reads six a.m, and with a

-DESMOND-We stay like that for a long time, and I bury my face deep in her neck, inhaling the scent of peach and lavender body wash. My hand run through her wet hair as I press her tighter against me. She giggles when I lick the neck of her skin. “Desmondddd…jeez.” The hot water from the shower still pours over our bodies, and the steam in the bathroom has thickened, and everywhere smells like heat and sex. “Desmondd,” Ethel purrs, trying to push me off her. “Would you even let me go?” She chuckles as I groan stubbornly against her push. “You know I cooked some food for you, and we better get to it before it gets cold.” I finally release her and hold her so we're staring eyeball to eyeball. We hold gazes for some seconds before she starts giggling. “Jesus, what's come over you?”I purse my lips because…damn, I'm madly in love with her at this point. I'm in love with her. I'm sure.But do I want that?Her face turns serious, and her hand massages my left cheek. “You look out of