DESIRE AND LUST
Desire And Lust – Chapter 29&30
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
©Lana
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Morning at Joyce’s House
Joyce looked over at Ana, who was sitting on the couch with her eyes closed. She seemed lost in thought. Joyce walked over and stood in front of her, placing her hands on her waist.
“What’s going on?” she asked, gently tapping Ana’s shoulder.
Ana’s eyes snapped open, and she looked at Joyce before letting out a deep sigh.
Joyce tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. “Why do you look so miserable?”
Ana shrugged. “I don’t look miserable,” she mumbled.
Joyce laughed softly and sat beside her on the couch. “Aren’t you going to work today?”
Ana sighed. “No, I don’t think I can. I’ll send Mr. Kings an email and let him know I’m not coming in.”
Joyce sighed too. “Ana, you don’t have to take a day off because of what happened yesterday. It’s not the end of the world. You should just face it.”
Ana looked at her. “I’m not running away, Joyce. My mind is just not in the right place right now. Everything feels messy. I need a day to breathe. Maybe even tomorrow too. I’ll go back to work on Monday. Anyway, it’s already weekend.”
Joyce nodded in understanding, then smiled warmly. “You know I’m always here for you, right? I support whatever decision you make. But don’t keep running from how you feel.”
She paused. “If you want to go ahead with the blind date, you still can. But Ana, sometimes you need to face your feelings. Don’t always hide from them. If you have feelings for Charlie… maybe you should just tell him…….”
“What are you saying, Joyce?” Ana interrupted quickly. “I don’t have feelings for Mr. Kings. Whatever happened yesterday was a mistake a big mistake. I don’t see him that way. He’s my boss, and that’s all.”
Joyce nodded slowly. “Okay, Ana. If that’s how you feel, I won’t force you.”
But then she smirked and added playfully, “Still… you two would make a cute couple.”
Ana rolled her eyes. “Joyce! You’re crazy.”
Joyce laughed, noticing Ana’s cheeks turning pink. “Uh-huh. You’re blushing…”
“How? I’m not blushing,” Ana said quickly. “You’re seeing it wrong.”
Joyce grinned. “Mmhmm. Sure. let me keep my mouth shut .”
Ana laughed, tracing a small smile across her lips.
“Anyway,” Joyce said, picking up her phone. “I’ll send you the number of the guy you’re meeting. If you don’t like him, no worries, I’ve got backups. What time should I tell him?”
Ana paused, thinking for a moment. “Maybe… 12? We could meet for lunch.”
“Perfect.” Joyce stood up, fixing her clothes, then looked down at Ana.
“You look beautiful, by the way.”Ana comment
Joyce smiled. “Thanks. This is actually one of Allison’s picks,” she said softly.
“He loves you, you know.”Ana said “I wish I had someone like him,” She added quietly.
Joyce shook her head. “Nah. You don’t want him. He’s sweet sometimes, but he’s hard to deal with. If he were your boyfriend, I don’t think you would survive. Don’t go wishing for him.”
They both laughed.
“Alright,” Ana said. “Mrs Alison”
*****After some time Joyce finished her food, hugged Ana goodbye, and left for work. Now, Ana was home alone. She sighed and walked to her laptop. She opened it and stared at the screen for a moment, unsure what to write.
She began typing: “𝙈𝙧. 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮.”
She looked at the message, frowned, and deleted it.
“No, that sounds off,” she muttered.
She typed again: “𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩”
She paused again, then deleted that message too.
“Ugh, this is frustrating. What do I even say?”
She sighed and typed again: “𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗠𝗿. 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗠𝗮𝘆 𝗜 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳𝗳? 𝗜’𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹.”
She looked at the message for a moment, hesitated, then hit send. She stared at the screen for a while, then shut the laptop.
“Oh God, I wonder what he’s going to say…”
She closed her eyes, but her mind drifted back to yesterday to his office, to his hands on her body, the way he kissed her, the fire he lit inside her with every touch. His lips, his breath, the way her name sounded on his tongue, the way he moved his waist as he…
“No, Ana. Don’t think about that,” she whispered to herself, shaking her head.
***
At the office…
Mr. Kings sat at his desk, fingers tapping rhythmically on his keyboard. He hadn’t slept much Ana’s face, her scent, her soft moans they haunted him all night. It wasn’t supposed to happen. It was a fucking mistake… right?
His phone vibrated.
Message from Ana,,,He stared at the message for a few seconds.
Not feeling well?
He leaned back in his chair, jaw tight. He knew why she wasn’t coming in ,,it wasn’t just about feeling sick. She was avoiding him.
And maybe she had a reason.
Still, it bothered him. Not because she stayed home, but because he missed her already. Her quiet presence in the office, her eyes when they met his… the way she bit her lip when she was nervous.
He picked up his phone, typed a reply… and deleted it.
” F+k Ana”
Mr. Kings placed his phone face-down on the desk and stood, dragging a hand through his messy hair.
He had meetings lined up, a company to run… but none of that mattered right now. Not when his mind was still replaying every second of her beneath him , the way she whimpered, the way her body trembled with each thrust. His eyes flicked to the couch the very spot where he’d taken her ,and heat rushed through his veins like wildfire.
Just the memory of her soft skin, her parted lips, the way she moaned his name… it was driving him insane.
“F+k, Charlie,” he hissed, voice low and strained. His hand dropped to the front of his trousers where his ar0usal was already growing thick and demanding. He clenched his jaw. “Get it together.”
But how could he? She wasn’t just a random fling. She was his assistant. His off-limits,,assistant. Sweet, innocent Ana now the only thing he could think about.
“She’s your f**+**n employee,” he growled to himself, his tone dark with frustration. But his body didn’t care. All it wanted was her , again.
He stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him, hoping cold water or cursed self-control could calm the heat burning inside him.
✨Back at Joyce’s House ✨
Ana looked at herself in the mirror after slipping into a short red dress that reached just above her knees. It tied at the shoulders in a stylish sling-bow design. She smiled at her reflection and added a delicate gold necklace and small matching earrings. Then she tied her hair up into a neat bun.
“Perfect,” she whispered with a smile.
She spun around once to check her backside, nodded in approval, then stepped into her black heels. Once she was ready, she picked up her phone and sent a message to Joyce.
Ana:I’m leaving. Is the guy already at the restaurant?
About a minute later, Joyce replied.
Joyce:Yes, he’s there and waiting for you. I hope you’re going to like him, don’t ruin this , maybe he would be able to take you miles away and drive you insane with his touch 😉
Ana rolled her eyes with a small smile.
Ana:Of course. I’ll try my best to like him. After all, I need to get this..
She put her phone into her small bag, picked it up, and walked out, locking the door behind her. She got into her car and drove off to the restaurant nearby.
******
Ten minutes later, Ana arrived. As she stepped inside, her eyes scanned the warm, romantic space. Soft music played in the background, and the sweet aroma of food filled the air. She smiled and pulled out her phone to look at the photo Joyce had sent her earlier.
“Not bad,” she thought with a nod.
She walked toward the table Joyce had booked and sat down, gently tapping her fingers on the table as she waited.
Five minutes passed, and then she saw a man walking toward her. He wore black pants and a white shirt. His hair was slightly messy, but it suited him. His face was calm and warm.
As he reached her table, he gave her a soft smile.
“Hi, are you Annabella Evans?” he asked kindly.
Ana smiled nervously and stood up slowly, giving him a small nod.
The man stepped closer.
“I’m Caleb Marcos,” he said as he took a seat.
Ana smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Marcos.”
Caleb gave her a warm smile. “You’re beautiful, Ana,” he commented just as the waitress approached their table.
“What would you like to order, sir and ma’am?” the waitress asked.
“Let me see the menu,” Caleb said.
Ana watched as he picked up the menu. When he was done, he looked up at her, and she smiled nervously.
“I hope you don’t mind me choosing for you,” he said.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” Ana replied, though something about it didn’t sit right with her. He didn’t even ask what she liked , or if she had any allergies. She found it a bit controlling, but she kept her thoughts to herself.
Caleb placed the order confidently, without looking her way again. Once the waitress walked off, he leaned forward slightly.
“So, Ana… tell me more about yourself. What do you do when you’re not being stunning?”
She gave a soft laugh, trying to stay polite. “I work as a personal assistant. It’s a bit hectic, but I love staying organized.”
He smirked. “Ah, so you’re the type that needs control.”
Ana raised an eyebrow, unsure how to respond to that.
“And your boss… is he male or female?” Caleb asked, his tone slightly possessive.
“Male,” Ana said simply.
Caleb leaned back in his chair, eyes scanning her. “Hmm… I hope he’s not too *friendly* with you. Some men don’t know how to behave around beautiful women.”
Ana gave a tight smile, now feeling more uncomfortable than before.
Her phone buzzed slightly in her bag a message. A part of her hoped it was Joyce… or maybe even Mr. Kings. Why did her heart beat faster at the thought?
Maybe this blind date wasn’t such a good idea after all.
She was about to reach into her handbag when Caleb’s voice stopped her.
“I don’t like people who touch their phones when I’m talking to them,” he said firmly.
Ana closed her eyes for a second, her gaze shifting to the side as she tried to remain calm. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay composed. Slowly, she removed her hand from the handbag, turned to face him, and snapped her head in his direction with a tight smile.
It wasn’t genuine lt was more of a nervous, controlled smile. The kind that belongs to someone who was quickly losing patience.
Caleb smiled back, completely unfazed, just as the waitress arrived at their table. She placed their food down and glanced at both of them, sensing the tension in the air. But she said nothing and left them alone.
Ana looked at Caleb, then down at the food, her appetite slowly fading.
” So why did you decide to come for a blind date?”Caleb asked.
Ana hesitated before answering. “I don’t know… seriously ,” she said quietly, unsure of how to respond to Caleb’s intense gaze.
Caleb leaned back slightly. “So, you needed someone. Are you telling me you’ve been single this whole time, Ana?” he asked.
Ana gave a small, forced laugh. “No, Caleb… not exactly.”
“I’m just asking” Caleb continued, “I’m only here because my grandmother wants me to get married , and fast. It’s not even what I want. I just need a woman who’s willing to agree for her sake.”
Ana looked at him, surprised. “So you came on this blind date just for your grandmother?” she asked.
He nodded. “Well, yeah. I was hoping I’d meet someone nice… someone I could maybe convince.”
“So you’re saying I’m not nice?” Ana challenged her voice filled with annoyance.
Caleb set his knife down with a loud *clink*, drawing a few glances from nearby tables. “I didn’t say that,” he muttered.
Ana took a deep breath, her patience gone. “I don’t think I can continue this blind date, Mr. Marcos.”
Caleb gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah, I figured. You’re too put together to go for this. You’re beautiful, you work with powerful men , I wouldn’t be surprised if something already happened between you and your boss. Men like that don’t work closely with women like you without trying smash.”
Ana narrowed her eyes at him ,“I think that’s enough. This blind date was clearly a bad idea , have a nice meeting you Mr Marcos”
She smiled sweetly, and stood up before walking out..
Caleb watch her as she walk out asking himself if he had been rude..
As Ana stepped out of the restaurant, the cold rain greeted her like a slap. She didn’t mind. Anything was better than staying another second inside with Caleb.
Her heels clicked softly on the wet pavement, her red dress clinging to her as the drizzle soaked in. She hadn’t even noticed the black Porsche parked just a few steps away — or the tall man standing beside it, holding an umbrella.
“You’re not answering your phone.”
She froze.
That voice.
Slowly, she turned — and there he was.
Mr. Kings.
Dark suit, gold watch, glasses slightly misted from the rain. He looked like he belonged in a movie — calm, powerful, unreadable. The umbrella in his hand cast a shadow over his sharp eyes, but nothing could hide the storm brewing in them.
She swallowed hard.
“Mr. Kings… what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice barely above the sound of the rain.
He took a slow step toward her, eyes scanning her face. “I should be asking you the same. I thought you said you were sick.”
She glanced away, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I am.”
He raised a brow, unconvinced. “Doesn’t look like it to me,” he said, stepping closer. “Get in the car.”
“I don’t need…”
“I wasn’t asking.”
There was something in his tone commanding, firm … that made her want to obey. But this was Ana. Stubborn. Proud. She didn’t like being told what to do, not by anyone… especially not by him.
“I don’t think you have the right to order me around, Mr. Kings.”
