Todos los capítulos de DOOM AT THEIR DOORS: TALES OF ILLICIT LONGINGS : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

***********************************"No matter what you do, never hurt the kid. You promised from the start that you wouldn't. Just scare her a little, that's if you even have to."The feminine voice dropped as low as a wire humming in the dark, straining against a hitch of nerves."Well, you know I'm right beside Hannah, and she wouldn't like the idea of some woman calling my private line while I'm in bed, especially at this hour," Francis whispered back, his lips barely parting as his eyes flicked toward the heavy mound of blankets on the king-sized mattress."Oh, you're really taking your marriage to her seriously now?" Henrietta asked, a sharp edge of genuine hurt cutting through the static of the line. "After you clearly told me it was nothing serious? For real, Francis?"Francis let out a silent hiss of air through his teeth. He had to move,fast. He threw back the duvet with absolute slowness, sliding his bare feet onto the thick, imported Persian carpet so the floorboards woul

"I am so, so sorry again for ditching you on Saturday, Nate," I tapped out frantically on my phone screen during homeroom Monday morning, biting my lower lip. "If you're still mad, I owe you big time."It took less than ten seconds for my phone to buzz against the wooden desk."If you're truly sorry, Conway, you're buying me lunch today," Nate’s reply flashed back with a neat little winking emoji.A genuine, warm smile spread across my face. I typed back instantly: "Deal. Name the time and place."Across the crowded lecture hall, sitting three rows down and diagonally to my left, Aaron Adams was watching me like a hawk. I could feel his dark, heavy gaze burning straight into the side of my head, but I kept my eyes glued to my screen, letting out a soft, involuntary giggle as Nate sent another playful text.Why on earth is she smiling into her phone like some absolute lunatic? Aaron muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing in cold, irritable suspicion.He was already bored out of

"No," I swallowed hard, my hands trembling slightly as I crushed the paper into a tight ball. "It wasn't. Someone wanted to send a message. They didn't want to kill me….not yet, anyway. Just a warning shot to remind me who owns the playground.""Emilian," Isabella spat, venom dripping from her voice. "Has to be her or her unhinged cronies.""Whoever it was," I murmured, squaring my shoulders and shoving the crumpled note deep into my pocket, "they have until graduation to stop their nonsense.”On the taxi ride back to campus, the conversation naturally drifted to safer, juicier territory gossip."So," I said, nudging Isabella's shoulder as we bounced along the backseat. "Are we going to talk about how you’ve been making heart eyes at Roonie for the last three months, or should I hire a private investigator to document your pathetic crush?"Isabella flushed a bright, violent crimson, turning her face fiercely toward the window. "Shut up. I do not make heart eyes.""You literally melt l

"Nate...?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "What is he talking about?"Nate kept his head bowed low toward the gravel, refusing to meet my eyes, his silence screaming a thousand deafening confessions.I let out a harsh, hysterical huff of air, looking back at Aaron like he had completely lost his mind. "So what?! Are people now legally required to avoid dating the children of secretaries?! What kind of elitist, narcissistic garbage are you spewing now, Adams?!"Aaron stared at me, his eyes flashing with utter disbelief. “Are you actually this dense, Jessica? Do you seriously not see the point I'm trying to make here?""You aren't making any sense!" I yelled, my voice cracking with frustration. "You're just throwing a psychopathic tantrum because….because what? Because I'm happy? Because I found someone who actually treats me with respect?!""Respect?" Aaron snarled, the word tasting like poison on his tongue. He let go of my wrists, stepping back and reaching into his jacket pocket

"Casper," I sniffled, wiping the last stray tear from my cheek as the heavy armored door of the black Suburban swung open and I slid into the heated leather seat. "Don't... don't drive me home yet."Casper, sitting behind the steering wheel in his sharp security suit, paused with his hands resting on the leather. He turned his head slowly, his sharp eyes scanning my pale face and messy hair in the rearview mirror."Miss Jessica, you are freezing, your phone is dead, and you just survived a textbook psychological breakdown on the side of a highway," Casper stated, his tone firm and unyielding. "Your father is expecting you at the estate…""No," I interrupted, my voice cracking as I shook my head frantically. "Please, Casper. If I go home looking like this, Dad will know something is wrong. He's meticulously preparing for his promotion season right now. It's all he talks about, all he works for. The absolute last thing he needs is to worry about his daughter getting nearly run over and