INSATIABLE CRAVINGS
Insatiable Cravings – Episode 11
Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game}
TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.
Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.
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~ Genevieve ~
It has never surprised me that some people lack common sense—most of the human race, in fact. But anyway, because I refused to spend another Friday night sitting at home alone, I decided to head over to the party Liam had invited me to.
Yes, that same Liam to whom I administered a little wóund on his arm a few weeks ago.
Earlier today, he approached me while I was reading one of the school’s assigned literature novels in an empty classroom and invited me to his house for the party.
I was quite taken aback that he would do that; I mean, he’s just come back from recovery. But I agreed because, well, why not?
If he wants to be dàft and invite the person who can and will stàb him again if he tries any nonseñse, that’s his problem, not mine.
Upon arriving with Jules, Sloane, and her rather insufferable boyfriend, Christian, we discovered that the party had been moved to one of the most popular pubs downtown because “his parents have guests over.”
Who does that?
It is extremely rúde to make me drive all the way from my house to this place only to have to drive to the pub. This could have been avoided if he were sensible enough to check the flippíng schedule of his parents’ guests.
Anyway, I’m fine and absolutely not annoyed at all, even after all the unnecessary stress.
I drove down to the púb and finally felt at ease when I saw the other students from Silverlake Academy all happy and dancing.
Jules, Sloane, and I settled in a corner while Christian gallantly went up to fetch our drinks, pretending to be a gentleman.
He’d better not méss up my drink order.
The girls and I chatted about everything we could think of as we patiently waited for him to return from his seemingly endless journey.
After a while, I caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye and paused my conversation to check if it was indeed him—and it was.
Christian approached us, balancing a tray of four drinks. “I’m sorry, I got held up in a conversation,” he said quickly as we each took our drinks from the tray.
“Ah, no worries. We didn’t notice,” I replied, fully aware he’d know I didn’t mean it.
He did.
“Who invited you again?”
“Liam.”
“Why?”
“He’s over there.” I pointed my index finger at the culprit responsible for my presence here tonight, even though I knew it was rúde.
“So?”
“Well, go ask him yourself.”
“Aren’t you a barrel of sunshine and rainbows?” I assumed his sarcasm was meant to sting, given the look of expectation he was giving me.
“Eww. I’m more like a barrel of stormy nights and chaós. Sounds fun, doesn’t it?”
“You’re weírd.”
“Not weírder than you, thank goodness.”
“You think.”
“No, I know so.”
My head whipped around to Sloane when I heard her groan. “Why are you two always bickering?”
“I don’t like him,” I replied with a shrug.
I hàte lying, so I don’t do it.
“It’s not like I like you either,” Christian had the audacity to retort.
“Is this the moment I’m supposed to start crying?” I asked sarcastically, my brow furrowing in mockery.
“Vie.” I let out a single breath at the sound of my best friend’s resigned tone. “Please stop.”
“He started it.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“No, you started it.” Sloane interjected immediately as I opened my mouth to say something to Jules. My head snapped to her in disbelief; surprise, she was indeed talking to me. “Yes, you did.”
“I did?” I tilted my head to the side, my eyes locked on hers. The annoyance I felt earlier was slowly escalating, and if I weren’t careful, I’d explóde with ràge. “And how did I start it?” I managed to keep my voice even and calm.
“Genny…”
“No, Jules, not now. I’m just curious about how I started it; I have the right to know, don’t I?” The smile I plastered on my face was anything but friendly. “So, Sloane, what did I do to your boyfriend?”
How dare she lay accusàtions on me because of her pathétic excuse of a boyfriend?
He’s a complete twít.
“Drop it, Babe.” Christian muttered to Sloane, who was also glaring at me.
“It’s not that deep, Genny,” she said.
“It’s not?”
“No. You did start it when you were being sarcastic to him.”
My eyes genuinely widened in surprise as soon as those words left her lamentàble excuse for a mouth. I chuckled lightly. “Am I not allowed to be sarcastic anymore? Who made that law?”
“That isn’t what I meant.”
Then what on earth did she mean?
I didn’t instigate whatever Christian and I had a moment ago, and I refuse to take the blame for it.
“Sloane, I like you, which is odd because I don’t usually like people, so next time, make sure you mean what you say.” I said calmly, and without wasting another moment, I left the place.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. I should have just stayed at home with my books, but I knew that if I did that, I’d end up thinking about Dominic.
And I certainly don’t want to think about anything to do with Dominic Morozov, not after what happened yesterday.
I was húrt and embarrassed for even attempting to kiss him. But who does he think he is, resisting Genevieve King?
Can you guess what he said when I tried to kiss him?
We can’t.
He actually said we can’t.
“We can’t,” my foot.
His self-control is becoming maddeñingly irritatiñg because I know he wants me. He can’t hide it, from his body language to everything he does for me.
I was so pleased yesterday when he got me a room that I overstepped and crossed that line I know I shouldn’t have yet. I could see he wanted to kiss me back, but at the very last moment, he changed his mind and said, “We can’t.”
That handsome jérk.
How dare he?
I will make him pay. I swear, I will. By the time I’m done with him, he won’t know what hít him. I will absolutely bréak him down until he’s nothing but a puddle in the palm of my hand.
That’s Genevieve King’s vow.
“Hey, Gen.” That voice belonged to someone I despise, and I didn’t bother turning round.
“Go away, Liam,” I said, sipping my drink and looking everywhere but at him.
“You look lovely.”
Does he think I don’t know that?
I mean, after the hours I spent making myself look stunning, does he really think I am oblivious to how dashing I look?
Honestly, it’s me. I’m the best dresser I know.
“You won’t talk to me?” Liam stepped in front of me, his face expectant. When I didn’t say anything, he continued, “Gen, say something. Anything.”
“Do you want to be stabbéd again?” I complied with his wishes.
“By you? Yes.”
“Oh, so you can talk because you’re healed now.”
“Uh-huh, I healed faster for you.”
“Did you now?”
“Yep.”
“Does that mean the stabbiñg wasn’t enough to push you away?”
“Nothing can push me away from you, Gen.”
“You called me a bí+ch.”
“Slip of the tongue.”
“So, that means you can slip out of my sight, yes?”
Liam laughed as if I’d told a joke. “No.”
“No?”
“No. I like you, Gen.”
“I know; I like me too. What’s your point?”
“Of course, you like yourself. You’re a hot as héll masterpiece.” He said this in that peculiar calm voice he uses whenever he talks to me, earlier before the stabbiñg incident.
“Thanks,” I beamed the fakest smile I could muster, earning another chuckle from him. “Now, go away.”
“Do you want another drink?”
“I want you to go away.”
“No.”
“It wasn’t a yes or no question, Liam,” I snapped, taking a step forward.
His whole face lit up in the brightest smile I’d ever seen on him, causing me to give him a rather weirded-out look.
“What now?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
“You said my name.”
I did?
“Yeah, and?”
“It sounded wonderful.”
I scoffed. “Is that the line you use on the other girls?”
“What? No.”
“Well, guess what.” I paused only to continue immediately, “I do not care.”
“I like you,” Liam unhelpfully reiterated, prompting me to roll my eyes.
“You’ve already said that.”
“Give me a chance, and I’ll show you I’m good enough for you.”
Alright, now that’s amusing.
Laughter bubbled out of me as I took him in from head to toe, unable to contain myself. “You, good enough for me? Oh, please! I wouldn’t even let my cat date you.”
A frown settled on his face. “You don’t have a cat?”
“Exactly. Now, shoo.”
It seemed he didn’t know how to give up, or perhaps he simply enjoyed being treated the way I did, for he took two steps closer, causing me to lean back to look at him, since he was taller than I was.
To be fair, Liam is a very handsome lad, and that’s the problem with him. He thinks that because he has his looks, he can do whatever the héll he pleases with girls.
If only he were a bit more mature, perhaps I could convince my brain to entertain the idea of liking him or something. With his green eyes and towering height, he’s every secondary school girl’s dream boy.
And another thing, I’m not into schoolboys.
They have no taste whatsoever; bland isn’t my thing. I want dànger, spice, and tension, and I can’t have that with secondary school boys who don’t know their left from their right.
The next words that left his mouth had me closing the gap between us. “You like me. You’re just playing hard to get.”
What?
I do not like him.
I can’t bring myself to like him.
He is simply not my type.
“You love the chase, so you keep refusing me,” he added.
I do love the chase, but not just his.
“You dream a lot, Liam.”
“I do. I see you in them.”
“Well, I hope you can quickly unsee me, so you can stop being delusional.” My eyes bore into his as we maintained direct eye contact. We were breathing the same air; that’s how close we were. “I don’t like you. I will never like you. Not as a friend, and definitely not more. So, for the sake of whatever god you worship, stop this.”
His green eyes shone instead of dimming, but I didn’t let my surprise show. Another vexing smile spread across his face as his hand lifted and inched towards my face.
He’s doing it again.
How can one be so dàft as to repeat the action that got him stabbéd?
Why can’t he just get it stuck in his little brain that I don’t want or like people touching my hair?
My eyes clearly didn’t warn him to stop, nor did the wóund on his arm, because his fingers brushed my hair behind my ear with that boyish grin on his lips.
As soon as I opened my mouth to put him in his place, my phone vibrated in my hand, and I debated whether to check it or deal with him first.
Deciding on the latter, I let my face show my displeasure, disinterest, and annoyance as I readied my next words in my mind. “You…”
My phone vibrated in my hand again, cutting me off from my rather clever comeback. Rolling my eyes, I pressed the button that illuminated the screen and tapped on the message notification.
The excitement mixed with mischief that surged through me as my eyes scanned the two messages sent by Dominic Morozov was impossible to describe.
Hot Villaín ≈ Step away from him.
Hot Villaín ≈ Now.
He’s here.
Is he stalkiñg me again?
It could just be a coincidence of being in the same place at the same time. No big deal, right?
I looked up from my phone to find Liam still lingering and gave him a big smile.
Let’s have a bit of fun.
“What if I said you’re right?” I asked Liam, sensually sliding my finger across his clothed chest.
“What?” Liam sounded genuinely surprised by it.
If Dominic Morozov thinks he can’t keep up with his own stúpid self-control, then that also means I can make it difficult for him, even if it involves flirting with a boy.
“What if I like you? What will you do?” I continued, knowing he had his lovely eyes fixed on me right now.
I could feel it. It was practically burñing a hole in my back.
I could also feel Liam’s hand snake around my waist, and I literally cringed at the sensation. But I made the cringe look like interest as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
He will do something very soon.
“What do you want me to do?” Liam asked, unknowingly playing along with my game.
And because I already knew Dominic wouldn’t let that happen, I replied with a seductive whisper in his ear. “Kiss me.”
I bet in five seconds, something will occur.
One.
Liam leaned his head closer to me, angling it so our lips would meet perfectly.
Two.
He even closed his eyes as he continued to lean down. Our lips were dangeróusly inching towards each other and would touch at any moment.
Suddenly, all the lights went out, and I was yanked from Liam’s hold into Dominic’s familiar embrace. Although it was dark, Dominic led me somewhere, his large frame likely colliding with those who were throwing questions about the lights around.
And when I least expected it, my back hít the wall with a gentle push, and I gasped, looking up to meet his heated gaze.
Now, there was light, and I could see him. He looked as ravishing as he had yesterday, only a great deal hotter.
“Hi,” I said deliberately to intensify whatever that look was in his eyes.
“Don’t hi me, Genevieve.” His deep and hoarse voice always had an effect on me, and it did even now that I was cross with him. “What were you doing?”
“Being a child, what else?”
“Don’t do that,” he ordered.
“Do what?” I asked, fully aware of what he meant.
“Use my words against me,” Dominic replied, his voice darkening. I turned my head to see where we were, only for him to gently pinch my chin with his index and thumb to make me look back at him. “And look at me when I’m talking to you.”
We were alone in a part of the club I hadn’t known existed.
“Why?” I snapped, desperate to provoke him as much as I was irritated. “You know, other ladies your age would love to look at you. Why don’t you go and meet them?”
“Genevieve.” His tone was both a warning and a plea.
“What? Am I not allowed to flirt and kiss my peers now?”
He didn’t say a word, not even a syllable. Dominic simply held my gaze as he lifted his hands to cage me against the wall, as if I wasn’t already pinned.
“Huh?” I pressed.
With one hand above my head and the other resting on my waist, he locked our eyes. “Were you going to kiss him?”
“Yes,” I lied. “Why shouldn’t I?”
“And you were going to let him kiss you?”
“Yes.”
“And after that, what happens?” His voice was laced with anger now, his self-control slipping as he struggled not to stake his claim. “Do you go to his house or is it yours?”
“Whatever I do is none of your business, Dominic.”
“You’re wrong,” he blurted out.
“Yeah?” I pressed again, eager to see him lose that self-control of his. “Why?”
His golden-brown eyes darted between my eyes and lips, and I saw it again—his desire that he was trying to cage. But with a single blink, it vanished as if it had never been there. “Come, I’ll drive you home.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll have to decline.”
“Genevieve, can you stop being such a bràt?” he finally snapped.
I smiled, satisfied. “No, I’m just a child, aren’t I? Kids my age should be bràtty, Mr Morozov.”
“You won’t drop it, will you?” Dominic asked.
Drop it?
He rejected me yesterday; I should make him regret it. Does he have any idea how many boys and men want me, but I chose him?
He should consider himself lucky.
Yes, he should.
“No.”
“What can I do to make it up to you?” I shouldn’t have looked into his eyes because as soon as I did, I forgot I was supposed to be añgry.
How can I not when he’s looking at me like that?
Don’t react, Genevieve.
Don’t react.
Behave, Genevieve King.
“You can start with an apology.”
For a moment, he looked like he wanted to argue, but then he sighed, defeated. “I am sorry.”
“For what?” I needed to know he was aware of his mistake.
“Genevieve.”
“What? I’ll leave if you don’t answer me.”
“Fine,” he said. “I am sorry for yesterday. I shouldn’t have called you a child.”
That’s enough for now.
“Good.” I beamed at him, and he finally looked visibly relaxed. “Now, you can drive me home. I came in my car.”
“You drive me màd,” I heard him mutter as I walked out of the corner.
Oh, darling, I’m only just beginning. This is going to be such fun.
TBC📖✍️
