DESIRE AND LUST
Desire And Lust – Chapter 49&50
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
©Lana
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Mr Kings wasn’t fooled.
He saw the way her fingers trembled when she pushed him away.
The way her eyes shimmered, just a little, like she hated how much she felt.
” F+k” Mr Kings muttered a curse under his breath.
***
Ana entered the hallway, her pulse still racing. Her lips still tingled from his kiss, and her skin burned where he had touched her.
She leaned against the wall for a second, eyes closed.
Why does he always get under my skin like that?
“Damnit ” she whispered to herself.
Her phone buzzed in her hand.
Mr Kings: Book the room. One bed.
Her eyes widened.
And then a second message followed:
Mr Kings: Unless you still think I’m playing.
Her fingers hovered over the screen. Her heart was screaming, but her head… her head was trying to be smart.
She didn’t reply.
She stared at the screen, her thumb trembling slightly above the reply button. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind, each one louder than the last.
Was he serious? Or was this just another power move? Another game?
No. It didn’t feel like a game when he kissed her. It felt… dangerous. Real. And that was the scariest part.
She shoved the phone into her bag and straightened up, smoothing her skirt as if that could iron out the chaos in her chest. The hallway was quiet, but her footsteps echoed like a drumbeat of hesitation.
She walked toward her office, each step slower than the last.
Behind her, the elevator dinged.
“Ana.”
His voice.
Her heart skipped.
She turned slowly. Mr. Kings stepped out of the elevator, his jacket now off, sleeves still rolled up. He looked like a man who wasn’t going to stop.
“Why didn’t you reply?” he asked, tone quiet, but firm.
She met his eyes. “Because I don’t want to be your weakness.”
He stepped closer. “You already are.”
Ana blinked.
“I’m not playing, Ana. I’m done pretending,” he said. “If I scare you… then say it. If you don’t want this,,say it. But if you’re just afraid to fall, I need to know now.”
She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she took a slow breath, walked toward him until there was barely space between them, and looked up.
“I’m afraid,” she whispered. “Because I don’t know how to stop.”
His jaw tightened. “Then don’t.”
And before she could think—he kissed her again.
Soft. Deep. Like a man not begging for permission this time… but claiming what had already been his for a long time.
After some time Ana pulled away from the kiss, trying to catch her breath. She opened her eyes slowly and looked up at Mr. Kings.
They stared at each other. A soft smile broke across his face.
Ana melted. Oh God… he looks so handsome. So beautiful. Like a sin.
The way he smiled—so perfect. It was the first time she had ever seen him smile like that.
And God, she loved it. That smile made her knees weak, her heart soft. She felt like she’d do anything just to see it again.
“You’re beautiful… so cute. Those eyes just drive me crazy. F+king perfect,”he whispered, caressing her cheek.
Ana blushed and looked down.
“I…”Mr. Kings began, but he was cut off by voices echoing from the hallway.
Ana quickly stepped away from him.
“Bonjour monsieur, bonjour Ana,” one of her colleagues greeted.
*“Morning! How are you guys?”* Ana replied, her eyes briefly locking with Mr. Kings before she turned and walked toward the boardroom, others following behind.
In Side The Boarding Room
The meeting was already underway, but Ana could barely focus. Numbers, graphs, and voices blurred in her ears. Across the table, Mr. Kings sat at the head, dressed sharply now, the very image of control.
But his eyes… they never left her.
Every time she dared to glance up, he was watching her. Calm. Steady. Intense.
Her breath caught. Heat bloomed low in her stomach, spreading like fire through her chest. She crossed her legs tightly, trying to contain the rush of sensation building inside her. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily.
*God… why is he looking at me like that?*
She shifted in her seat, pretending to adjust her posture. But she could feel it—her skin was warm, her face slightly flushed, her body *remembering* what it felt like to be pressed against his.
Mr. Kings leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable to the others. But to her, it was all too clear—he remembered too.
His gaze dipped once, subtly, to her mouth. Then back to her eyes.
Ana bit her lower lip, her pulse racing.
*“Ms. Evans?”* one of the board members called.
She blinked, startled.
*“Y-Yes?”* she replied, her voice slightly breathless.
Mr. Kings smirked faintly behind his glass of water.
She cleared her throat and forced herself to focus on the presentation, but she could still feel his gaze on her like a touch, lingering and deliberate.
This was going to be a long meeting.
****
✨ Night ✨*
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At Ana’s House
” So you are going to Paris with him?” Joyce asked as she put on her nightwear.
” Yes, and I’m so nervous about this trip” Ana replied fiddling with the blanket
Joyce raised a teasing brow. “Are you nervous about going to Paris, or are you nervous because you’ll be spending Days with Charlie?”
She rolled my eyes, but she knew Joyce wasn’t wrong.
Somehow, it did feel like nerves from both ends.
Whatever he had wanted to tell her earlier at the office… it still sat heavy on her chest.
This trip, to Paris it felt like it was going to change everything.
“No, I don’t know exactly what I’m nervous about,” she admitted. “Going to Paris… or maybe it’s because this is the first time I’m actually going with Mr. Kings. Last time, I was sick, remember? He went with the other assistant. I couldn’t make it. But now… now I’m going. And I don’t know how to feel.”
She paused, chewing on her lip. “I’m excited, sure. But I’m also scared. I’m going to see people I haven’t seen in a long time.”
Joyce walked over and sat beside her on the bed, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“Paris isn’t scary,” she said softly. “You just have to stay composed, Ana. You’re his personal assistant, not his… whatever this thing is between you two. Just do your job. You’ve always helped him win that award, year after year. I’m sure he’s going to win again.”
She nodded, eyes drifting toward the window.
“I just… I feel like this trip is going to change things.”
“What do you mean?” Joyce asked.
She hesitated. “Well… today at the office… something happened. I don’t know if I should tell you. I feel crazy even thinking about it.”
Joyce tilted her head,
She leaned in closer, her voice softer now.
“What did Charlie do?”
Ana was just about to respond to Joyce when her phone pinged with a message.
Joyce glanced at the sound, then nodded toward the other side of the bed drawer. “Your phone,” she said casually.
Ana got up, picked it up, and unlocked the screen. Her breath caught the moment she saw the name: Mr. Kings.
He had sent a message.
She read it out softly, more to herself than to Joyce. “Are you sleeping, baby doll?”
Joyce raised a brow beside her, then stood up. “Okay… I’m just going to give you space to talk to him,” she said with a teasing smirk before walking away.
Ana sighed and opened the WhatsApp chat.
Her fingers hovered over the message box, uncertain. Should she even reply?
But she did.
Ana: Yes, I’m about to sleep.
Seconds later, the typing bubbles popped up.
Then his message came through:
Mr. Kings: Well, don’t sleep too early. Want me to come over and keep you company?
She read the message, cheeks warming as she bit her lip. Why did his words always get under her skin?
Shaking her head, she typed quickly:
Ana: I don’t need your company, sir. Please take your charm back to your house. It’s late.
She hit send… then stared at the screen, her heart thudding a little faster than before.
She stared at the screen, waiting, hoping he wouldn’t respond too quickly.
But of course, he did.
Mr. Kings: Ouch. “Sir”? That hurts. I thought we were past that, baby doll.
Ana rolled her eyes, but a small smile betrayed her.
Another message came through.
Mr. Kings: You looked beautiful today. Even when you were pretending not to look at me.
Her fingers froze above the screen. He noticed.
Her stomach fluttered, and she hated how her body reacted to just a few words from him. She locked the phone and tossed it gently onto the bed beside her. No. Not tonight.
But just as she turned to switch off the lamp, the phone buzzed again.
Mr. Kings: I meant what I said. Paris… it won’t be just business. Not for me.
Ana exhaled slowly, sinking into the bed. Her heart was officially a mess. She didn’t even know what to say to that.
Joyce peeked in from the hallway, holding two mugs of tea.
“I brought this in case your *cold boss* texts got too hot,” she teased, handing her one.
Ana groaned. “You’re not helping.”
Joyce grinned. “I’m not trying to. But babe… you’re in trouble. The man’s not playing.”
Ana wrapped her fingers around the mug, staring into the steam.
“No,” she whispered. “He’s not.”
***
The next day at the office Ana took a deep breath , after finishing arranging Mr Kings’s things.
“I’m just going to avoid him,” she muttered to herself, then walked into her office.
Throughout the day, Mr. Kings kept trying to approach her ,asking little questions, offering comments, but Ana stayed busy.
Every time he got close, she’d find a reason to step away, answer a call, or dive into paperwork.
She was avoiding him, and it was driving him crazy.
“Why is she avoiding me?” he muttered under his breath as he sat in the boardroom.
His jaw clenched as he subtly looked around the room. His eyes narrowed.
“Where’s Ms. Evans?” he asked, his tone sharp.
The HR manager looked up. “Ms. Evans wasn’t scheduled to attend this meeting, sir. It’s only for HR, senior PAs, and executives.”
Mr Kings raised an eyebrow, then nodded slightly. “I see. Well, let’s get this over with. I don’t have all day.”
The HR manager continued nervously, but Mr Kings was barely listening.
After the meeting ended, Mr. King walked out of the boardroom and stopped dead in his tracks.
There she was.
Ana, laughing. Her head thrown back, a smile lighting up her face.
She was talking to a colleague,,Kelvin, from IT.
Mr Kings’s jaw tightened instantly.
Who was he to make her laugh like that?
He strode forward, hands in his pockets, face like stone.
“Ms. Evans,” he said, loud enough to make them both turn.
His voice was deeper than usual, commanding attention.
Ana’s laughter froze as she turned slowly, locking eyes with him.
God. She’d been trying so hard to stay away,how did he manage to find her?
Before she could move, he was already standing before them.
“Well,” Mr Kings said coldly, eyes fixed on her, “aren’t you quite the social butterfly today?”
Ana blinked. “Excuse me?”
“This is what you do during work hours now?” he added, his tone clipped. “Flirting with colleagues instead of focusing?”
Ana narrowed her eyes but kept calm. “Kelvin, I’ll see you at lunch,” she said without looking at Mr Kings.
Kelvin glanced awkwardly between them and nodded. “Sure,” he said, and left.
“You’re not going to lunch with him,” he said firmly, jaw tight.
Ana stared at him. “And who exactly do you think you are to decide that?”
“I’m your boss,” Mr Kings growled.
Ana smirked slightly. “Only during office hours. And right now, I’m still on break.”
She turned to walk away.
“I’d like to see you try,” he muttered behind her.
“Ana. Ana.”
Mr. Kings called after her, his voice low but firm as he followed closely behind.
She kept walking, head held high, refusing to look back.
Her heels clicked sharply against the office floor, echoing down the corridor.
He couldn’t believe she was really ignoring him, testing his patience like this.
F+k she was stubborn … why couldn’t she just stop and listen?
Before she could go any farther, he moved quickly, grabbing her and lifting her effortlessly onto his shoulder.
“Charlie!” Ana shrieked, hitting his back in protest.
“Shh,” he whispered, his voice dangerously close to her ear. “Don’t draw attention. You better behave now.”
He carried her straight to his office, ignoring the stunned looks from a few nearby colleagues.
Ana struggled, her legs kicking in the air, but he didn’t stop till they reach his office.
Inside, he slammed the door shut and finally put her down.
She quickly adjusted her dress, glaring at him with fire in her eyes.
“What the hell was that?” she snapped. “Do you realize what you’ve just done?”
“I don’t care,” Mr. King said, unapologetically. “If you had just stopped and listened, I wouldn’t have done it in front of everyone.”
“Well, you did. Do you even understand the consequences? People will start talking…”
“Let them talk. But you’re not going to lunch with that guy.”
Ana’s voice rose. “And if I want to? What are you going to do? You don’t own me, Mr. King. You can’t decide who I talk to or where I go.”
He stepped closer, voice calm but firm. “I’m your boss… and your man. So yes, I can.”
Ana gasped, staring at him as his hand wrapped around her neck the other on the sides of her hips.
Her heart pounded, torn between fury and something else.
“You can’t control me like this,” she said. “Let me go. I’m still going to lunch with Kelvin.”
Mr. King narrowed his eyes, jaw clenched. “If you walk out that door with him, Ana…
“What are you going to do, huh?” she shot back, cutting him off.
Mr. King smirked.
Oh, hell.
He loved how angry she looked.
It drove him absolutely crazy.
She was fearless, but she also knew that he knew exactly which buttons to push to put her back in check.
His hand moved slowly to her neck, then gently tilted her chin up with his fingers.
Ana gasped. The way he did that… God.
“Don’t push me, baby doll,”he said, his voice low and full of mischief.
“Don’t make me take fuck you here and let the whole office hear you screaming your boss’s name. Is that what you want?”
Ana swallowed hard, but the fire in her eyes didn’t fade. She stared at him for a long moment…
Then burst into laughter.
Mr. King blinked, caught completely off guard.
“Wow,”she said, still laughing. “You’re so delusional, sir. F+k me here?’ I’d like to see you try. This is my body,,and you get it when I allow it.”
She slapped his hand away with a smirk.
Then smiled sweetly.
“Now, if you don’t mind, can I go back to work?”
She brushed past him, her scent lingering in the air like a cruel tease.
Mr. King didn’t stop her. He couldn’t. He was too stunned.
Did she just… laugh at him?
“Ah, f+k, Annabella Evans,” he muttered under his breath.
He smirked, clearly amused.
And then winced.
Yep. That little act of hers just stirred up some serious trouble down there.
He groaned, adjusting the front of his trousers.
“Damn it, Ana… you’re going to be the *f*king death of me.”
He looked down.
“Okay, buddy,cool it. Not the time.”
