DESIRE AND LUST
Desire And Lust – Chapter 35&36
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
©Lana
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Ana stood just beyond the hallway, hidden behind the wall. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as every word spilled out like cold water.
“I don’t feel anything for her.”
“Not for her. Not for anyone.”
She felt the sting before the tears even reached her eyes. Her chest rose and fell with shallow, quiet breaths. She shouldn’t have listened. She shouldn’t have stayed. But her feet refused to move.
She stepped back slowly, careful not to make a sound, then turned and walked to the bedroom
****
In the living room, Samantha watched Charlie closely. “You can lie to me all you want, but I saw the truth in your eyes. Just be careful,” she said, before grabbing her purse.
As she made her way toward the door, she paused and looked over her shoulder. “You can lie to yourself all you want, Charlie—but feelings don’t follow rules.”
He didn’t reply. The door clicked shut behind her.
Mr Kings stood there, jaw clenched, the silence suddenly unbearable.
He turned toward the hallway,,something in him tightening.
” F+k”he cursed before he walked to the bedroom..
***
✨In the bedroom ✨
“Are you already leaving?” Mr. King asked, watching Ana as she moved to gather her things.
She looked up at him and took a deep breath. The conversation between him and Samantha replayed in her head.
Samantha had made it clear,,…
Ana wasn’t meant to stay.
And deep down, she had always known that. She knew what she was getting herself into. But still, it hurt.
It hurt to hear him say he’d never break the promises he made. The rules he’d set in stone. The ones he swore to uphold in front of everyone. Why did it sting so badly?
She forced a tight smile and nodded. “Yes. I have to go. I’ve got something to do.”
He looked at her, confused. “Do you have an appointment?”
“No,” she replied quickly.
Mr. King studied her closely. The sudden shift in her mood, the way she avoided his eyes,,did she overhear the conversation with his sister? Why was she trying to leave so suddenly?
“I was going to drop you off later,” he said.
Ana shook her head. “I think we’ve spent enough time together. I need to go home. It’s been two days,,I haven’t been home. My mom is probably worried sick.”she said turning her back on him.
“You know your car isn’t here,” he said, still trying to understand her.
“I’ll find my way,” she replied, heading toward the door. “Don’t worry, sir. You don’t need to see me off.”
“I’ll drive you,” he insisted.
She stopped in her tracks, eyes closed, hands clenched. His voice was right behind her. But she didn’t turn to face him.
“I don’t need you to drive me home,” she said quietly. “I’ll manage.”
Mr. King let out a sharp breath, then said firmly, “I’m taking you home. That’s final.”
She didn’t argue. Instead, she simply nodded and continued walking.
Outside, Antonio stood by the car. He looked between them, confused, but Mr. King just gave him a nod—he wouldn’t need him to drive.
He opened the passenger door of his BMW for Ana. She got in silently. He followed, got in on his side, and started the engine.
The drive was painfully quiet. Neither of them spoke. The tension in the car was thick, heavy, unspoken.
After 30 minutes, they arrived at Ana’s gate. Mr. King parked and looked straight ahead.
Ana turned to him. “Thank you… for everything. I really enjoyed our time together. I’ll see you on Monday.”
Mr. King stared at her, his expression unreadable. Something in his eyes made her shiver. She quickly looked away and opened the door.
“I have to go,” she whispered.
He gave her a small nod.
She stepped out, closed the door behind her, and walked toward her house ,,trying hard not to look back.
As Ana approached the gate, she stopped in her tracks. Milton was leaning against his car, arms crossed, watching her. The sight of him made her stomach twist.
Her brows furrowed. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice sharp, guarded.
Milton stood straight and took a cautious step toward her. “Ana, please… I just wanted to talk. I know I messed up,really messed up..but I’m sorry.”
“You don’t get to show up out of nowhere and apologize like it fixes anything.”Ana said
From the parked BMW, Mr. Kings was still sitting in the driver’s seat. His eyes were fixed on them, jaw clenched as he watched Milton approach Ana. The way the man looked at her… it stirred something possessive inside him.
“I just wanted to say I miss you,” Milton continued. “I regret everything. Every damn day.”
” Please Ana give me a chance to fix this” He said stepping closer to her..
” There is nothing to fix, just understand that you and I we are done, whatever we had is the past now”.
” I can’t do that Ana, ”
Before Ana could respond, Milton stepped forward and pulled her into a hug.
“Milton, you…” she tried to push him off.
Milton didn’t move away from her. In fact, his grip tightened around her.
Ana’s chest rose in anger. Without thinking, she used all her strength to shove him back by the throat. He stumbled against the gate.
Then came the slap—loud, sharp, and wet. Her face was burning with fury.
Milton, stared at her, completely shocked. He hadn’t expected that.
“Don’t you ever touch me again!” Ana hissed, her voice sharp and cold.
**
—–From inside the car, Mr. Kings had been watching everything.
The moment Ana slapped Milton, he reached for the door handle, jaw clenched,,but something about her boldness made him pause. She was fearless. And it excited him.
*****
Back at Ana and Milton.
Ana’s breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling in anger.
“I told you to stay away from me. We’re done, Milton. You crossed the line. Don’t try to touch me again.”
Milton stared at her, then let out a bitter laugh.
“Ana…” he said, his voice hard.
She didn’t flinch,,not even slightly. Her glare stayed fixed on him, like she could strike again if he moved.
“So you just slap me now?” Milton spat.
“Yes. And I’d do it again,” Ana snapped. “You lost the right to touch me the moment you cheated—and got my colleague pregnant. Do you understand that?”
“I can’t believe this,” Milton muttered, shaking his head. “So you’re really going to blame me for everything? One mistake, and suddenly everything we shared means nothing?”
Ana looked at him like she barely recognized him.
“One mistake?” she echoed, eyes wide in disbelief. “You call what you did a mistake? Sleeping with someone behind my back—and getting her pregnant ,is a mistake to you?”
“You act like you’re so innocent,” Milton snapped. “But you’re not any better.”
Ana stood frozen, wondering why she was still listening to his pathetic excuses.
He looked her over and scoffed. “Look at that damn mark on your neck. Someone else already claimed you, huh? I thought you were different. Thought we would fix everything. But you’re just like all the others. And now you’re blaming me for cheating?”
His eyes narrowed. “You never even let me touch you. Honestly, you should be the one apologizing, Ana. You’re the one who cheated. Not me.”
“What?” Ana breathed, completely stunned.
” Why are you pretending to be shocked?” Milton scoffed.
“Don’t you think I didn’t know,I’ve known all along? I saw it, Ana. You sneaking around. Who was it—your boss?”
He laughed bitterly. “Yeah. So now I’ve caught you, completely on display.”
Ana stared at him, confused and disgusted.
What was he even saying?
She had only been with Mr. Kings after their breakup,so what nonsense was he trying to spin?
“You know, Ana,” Milton continued, “I always wondered why you never let me touch you. Every time I tried to have s+x with you, you said you weren’t ready. But now I get it. It’s because you were getting it from someone else.”
“That’s enough,” Ana said coldly. “You’re talking nonsense.”
She tried to walk past him, but he grabbed her wrist tightly.
“Let go!” she shouted.
“No! We’re not done!” he snapped. “You think you can just walk away after everything huh*? You think you’re so innocent?”
“I *was* innocent,” Ana shot back, her voice trembling with fury. “I stayed with you for almost four years in that stupid relationship.I was loyal. I never cheated—not once. I never even kissed anyone else!”
Her eyes filled with tears ,not of sadness, but of anger.
“But you?” she continued. “You cheated on me *countless* times. And I still forgave you. Every single time. And now you stand here, acting like *I’m* the one who did wrong?”
She yanked her hand free from his grip.
“You have no right to speak to me. Not anymore.”
**
Meanwhile Mr Kings stepped out of the car, his fists clenched at his sides.
The moment his eyes landed on Ana’s tear-stained face, something twisted painfully in his chest. His jaw tightened. He didn’t need to hear what had been said—he could see the damage in her eyes.
Milton turned at the sound of his footsteps and smirked.
“Well, well…” he said with a mocking laugh. “So this is the man you ran to? You really like my leftovers, don’t you?” he spat.
Ana’s breath caught in her throat, her body tensing at Milton’s words.
Mr. Kings stopped a few feet away, his eyes cold, voice deadly calm. “You should leave. Now.”
Milton ignored him, turning back to Ana with a sneer. “I don’t know what I ever saw in you. Acting all holy, but look at you now… f*×*ng spreading your legs for your boss like some fucking desperate—”
Before he could finish, Mr. Kings moved.
In a blink, he grabbed Milton by the collar, slamming him back against the nearest wall with raw strength.
“Watch your mouth,” Mr. Kings growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t speak to her. You don’t look at her. And if I ever see you near her again, I won’t stop at warnings.”
Milton tried to shove him off, but Mr. Kings didn’t budge.
“You’ve made your mistakes,” he added coldly. “She’s not one of them.”
He finally released him, stepping back with disdain.
Milton adjusted his shirt, glared at Ana, then at Mr. Kings—and walked away, muttering curses under his breath.
Ana stood frozen, her breathing shallow.
Mr. Kings turned to her, his expression softening immediately. “Are you okay?” he asked, voice gentle now.
Ana nodded, but her eyes glistened.
Mr. Kings moved closer, reaching out to hold her hand, but she stepped back. That simple act hurt him more than he expected.
Was she pulling away from him?
And for what?
She looked away, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away before taking a shaky breath.
She looked at him for a moment before saying, “Thank you.”
“I’ll see you,” she added, then turned around and walked toward the gate without waiting for his response.
Mr. Kings watched her as she walked into the apartment, his jaw clenched tightly.
***
Ana opened the door and stepped inside. She closed it behind her and took off the high heels she was wearing, slipping into her floppy slippers. She walked further into the house, toward the living room, where her mother and Alvin were watching TV quietly.
She paused, smiling slightly.
Alvin had his head on their mother’s lap. Ana rolled her eyes. He was truly a mama’s boy.
She was sure they hadn’t even noticed her, too focused on whatever they were watching.
Shaking her head, she walked into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and took out a small bottle of orange juice. After taking a sip, she reached into the cupboard and grabbed some snacks, .
She also took out some french chips and begger .
Then she pulled out a small tub of ice cream, placed everything on the kitchen table, and sat down.
“Oh, Ana, you’re here,” her mother said, walking into the kitchen.
She frowned at the amount of food on the table.
“Are you okay?” she asked, walking closer. Ana smiled.
“Hey, Mom. How are you?”
“Why are you eating so much? Did you fight with someone?” she asked. She knew Ana only ate like this when she was upset or angry.
“I’m okay. Just hungry,” Ana replied.
Her mother raised an eyebrow. Ana sighed.
“I promise I’m okay.”
Her mother pulled out a chair and sat across from her, still watching her closely.
“You don’t look okay, Ana,” she said softly. “Your eyes are puffy. Have you been crying?”
Ana paused, her spoon halfway to her mouth. She lowered it slowly and shrugged.
“I just had a long day, Mom. That’s all.”
Her mother didn’t push. She knew her daughter well—if Ana wanted to talk, she would. So instead, she reached for a cracker from the table and chewed quietly.
“You know,” she began casually, “when I was your age, I used to eat a whole loaf of bread with tea whenever I was upset. It didn’t fix anything, but it helped for a while.”
Ana smiled faintly. “So I’m not the only emotional eater in this house?”
“Nope,” her mom replied with a grin. “You come by it honestly.”
There was a small pause before Ana finally said, “Milton came to the house.”
Her mom’s smile dropped. “What?”
“He was waiting outside when I got there… tried to hug me, guilt-trip me, twist things.”
Her mother’s expression turned sharp. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
“No,” Ana shook her head. “But it’s just… exhausting. He said some really awful things.”
Her mother reached across the table and held her hand. “You don’t owe him anything, Ana. You gave him years of your life. If he couldn’t value that, that’s on him—not you.”
Ana nodded, swallowing the lump rising in her throat.
“And what about your boss?” her mom asked carefully. “Was he the one who dropped you off?”
Ana looked down, tracing circles on the table with her finger.
“Yeah.”
Silence stretched between them for a moment before her mom said gently, “Do you like him?”
Ana’s lips parted, but no words came out.
“I don’t know,” she finally whispered. “It’s… complicated.”
Her mother nodded. “Well, just remember—no matter who it is, you deserve to be treated with respect. Whether it’s love or not.”
Ana gave her a small, grateful smile.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“Now finish that ice cream before Alvin comes in and eats it,” her mom teased, lightening the mood.
Ana laughed softly. “Good point.”
..
” “I love it when you open up to me, Ana. You know that?” her mom said gently after a short silence.
Ana smiled.
She loved opening up to her mom too—it always felt easy.
“You and your brother are the best thing in my life,” her mom continued with a soft smile. “And I’ll never let anyone mistreat you. Got it?”
Ana nodded. She knew how protective her mom was.
“Thank you, Mom.”
“If that stupid ex of yours ever comes here, bring him to me—I’ll kick his flat little ass!” her mom said, suddenly throwing a punch into the air like a boxer.
Ana burst out laughing. “Mom! Did you just curse?”
Her mother looked at her, eyes wide. “What? No! That wasn’t a curse—it was… emotional expression.”
Ana kept laughing. “Emotional expression? Really?”
“I’m allowed to curse ounce in month. And I’ve saved it just for him,,Flat ass and all!” she said proudly, arms crossed.
Ana giggled harder. “You’re the one who banned cursing in this house, remember?”
“Yes, and I also remember raising two drama queens. Keep talking and I’ll use next month’s curse on you” her mom said, waving a spoon like a weapon.
Ana laughed so hard, she nearly spilled her drink.
T…B..C
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