DESIRE AND LUST
Desire And Lust – Chapter 109&110
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
©Lana
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✨ NEW YORK CITY ✨
******
Two weeks later
“I missed you so much,” Joycey said to Ana, as she watched her holding her son in her arms.
“I missed you too,” Ana replied softly, smiling down at the baby.
“He’s so cute,” she added.
“I can’t wait to meet my little ones.”
Ana’s voice was filled with awe as she glanced at the baby sucking his thumb.
Her eyes shimmered with emotion.
“Oh my God, he’s very cute,” she said, tearing up slightly.
Joyce giggled. “I’m sure the little man you’re carrying is going to be even cuter.”
Anna rolled her eyes playfully.
“No, this one is beautiful, I won’t lie. What’s his name? Did you give him one already?”
Joyce nodded proudly.
“His father named him Leroy. I don’t know why he chose that, but it’s stuck.”
“Leroy?” Ana repeated, smiling.
“That’s a nice name.”
She leaned in and kissed the baby’s forehead gently.
The baby was so small, so warm in her arms, and yet his face carried such life and personality already.
Ana studied his eyes dark, curious, alert.
“This one looks like he’s going to be a bad boy,” Ana teased with a grin.
Joycey raised a brow, amused. “Do you think so?”
Ana nodded, her finger lightly brushing over Leroy’s cheek.
“Yeah… he’s got that spark. Mischievous already. Like he’ll be a heartbreaker before he can even walk.”
Joycey laughed. “God help me if he turns out like his father.”
“Too late. He already has his father’s attitude,” Ana joked.
“You can tell just by the way he looks at people like he’s sizing you up.”
They laughed, careful not to wake the sleeping baby.
Ana’s smile slowly faded into something softer.
“I wonder what my babies will be like,” she whispered.
“Will they have Charlie’s eyes? Or my nose? Will they kick the same way once they’re born… or cry differently?”
Joyce leaned in closer, her voice gentle.
“They’re going to be perfect. Because they’ll be loved. That’s all that matters ,not the past, not the pain. Just the love they’re being born into.”
Ana blinked back tears, trying to steady her breathing.
“Holding him… it just hit me,” she whispered.
“I’m going to be a mother.”
Joycey squeezed her hand.
“You already are, Ana. Every heartbeat inside you says so. And you’re going to be a damn good one.”
Ana looked down at Leroy, kissed his forehead again,.
Then glanced out the window.
Mr. Kings stood on the porch, watching through the glass with a proud, soft expression on his face.
“I just hope Charlie stays this version of himself,” Anna murmured.
“Because I need him to be this man. For them.”
Joycey nodded. “He will. And if he doesn’t, you’ve got me. We’ll raise these babies and turn them into warriors.”
The two friends laughed again,.
“I think I have to go now,” Ana said, grabbing her coat.
“I’m heading to the hospital. Charlie’s not feeling well.”
Joyce looked at her, concern filling her face.
“What happened to him?” she asked, her voice low and curious.
“I don’t know exactly,” Anna replied.
“He just said he’s having some cramps in his tummy. It could be nothing serious, but we’re going to the hospital to get it checked. They’ll probably do the first scan there too.”
Joyce stared at her for a moment, thoughtful, then gave a small nod.
“Please keep me updated, okay? Let me know what’s going on. Don’t leave me in the dark with all this. And Ana…” her voice softened, but her eyes were firm, “don’t run away again. I’m warning you.”
Ana gave her a tired but warm smile.
“I won’t. I promise.”
She leaned down and kissed baby Leroy’s soft forehead gently.
“I’ll see you soon, little man,” she whispered, brushing her fingers over his tiny fist.
Joyce watched her with quiet understanding as Anna turned to leave.
******
At the hospital, Anna looked at the doctor with concern etched on her face. “Is he okay, doctor?”
The doctor gave her a reassuring smile.
“Yes, Miss Kings, he’s perfectly fine. The cramps were most likely caused by something he ate either something his stomach didn’t agree with or a mild allergy. Nothing serious. He just needs a bit of rest and to avoid that food again.”
Anna nodded in relief, her eyes shifting to Mr Kings,.
Who was watching her with a soft smile.
“See? I told you I was fine. We didn’t have to rush to the hospital,” he said, voice gentle.
“I was worried,” Ana replied, eyes narrowing slightly.
“You were hunched over in pain. What was I supposed to do? Sit and watch?”
“Baby, I’m fine, okay?” Mr. Kings repeated, reaching to squeeze her hand.
“Maybe it was just the croissants or something in that weird sauce. Next time I’ll be more careful.”
Ana rolled her eyes but smiled.
“Whatever. Thank you, doctor.”
“You’re welcome,” the doctor said kindly.
“I’ll have the nurse bring the pills he needs. If the cramps return, you can come back, but like I said, it’s nothing to worry about.”
Ana nodded again, standing with a little effort.
Mr. Kings was already on his feet, helping her up and holding her close.
“Thank you, sir. I’ll take care of him,” Ana said sincerely.
The doctor chuckled, glancing at her round belly.
“Looks like you’ve got your hands full already. That little one looks like they’re about to pop out anytime now.”
” Very soon” Ana said.
“Well then, get ready. Parenthood is around the corner,” the doctor replied, smiling before walking away.
As they exited the hospital, Anna leaned into Mr Kings.
“I was so scared. I thought something serious happened… that I was going to lose you.”
“Baby, it was just cramps. Not like I was dying,” he said with a teasing tone.
“But people can die from cramps. Or at least from what causes them,” she argued softly, rubbing her belly instinctively.
He pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders protectively.
“You don’t need to worry, okay? I’m fine. And I’m not going anywhere.”
Ana looked up at him with a quiet smile, just about to reply when her eyes caught someone familiar approaching.
Her smile faded. “Is that… Fatima?”
Mr. Kings immediately tensed. “What the hell is she doing here?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her in months.”
His jaw clenched as he muttered,
“I don’t want to see her. Every time I look at her, I remember what she did. I swear, I feel like strangling her.”
Ana placed a calming hand on his chest.
“Come on, Charlie. You can’t keep carrying that hate. She’s paid for what she did. Three months in jail wasn’t nothing. She’s learned her lesson. You can’t hold on to it forever.”
Mr. Kings didn’t answer His eyes stayed fixed on Fatima, who was now just a few steps away, walking toward them with a cautious expression.
Ana whispered, “Please… just breathe, okay?”
Mr. Kings nodded once, stiffly, but kept his arm firmly around Anna as Fatima approached.
—
“Hi Ana, hi Charlie. Long time no see,” Fatima said with a small smile on her face.
Mr. Kings didn’t return it.
He stood still, jaw tight.
Ana, always the softer one, offered a polite smile. “Hi Fatima, you look nice. I love your your outfit.”
“Thank you,” Fatima replied.
“You look beautiful. The pregnancy really suits you.” Her eyes dropped briefly to Ana’s belly.
Anna smiled again, a bit awkwardly.
“It’s nice to see you, Fatima,” she said, then glanced at Mr. Kings, whose glare could have set off a fire alarm.
He looked like he was about to combust with rage.
“Oh my God,” Fatima muttered under her breath, clearly sensing the tension.
Then she quickly added, “Can we talk? An
na, please… just for a few minutes. I just want to talk to you, that’s all.”
Ana opened her mouth, but Mr. Kings cut in sharply, stepping forward.
“I don’t think this is necessary,” he said coldly.
“You don’t have the right to talk to my wife.”
“I just want to apologize,” Fatima said, her tone desperate.
“That’s all, Charlie. I’m not here to cause trouble, I swear. I’m not here to start anything. I just want a moment with Ana.”
Ana looked up at Mr. Kings, reading the storm in his eyes.
She leaned up and kissed his cheek softly.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll just hear her out, alright? Just a few minutes.”
Mr. Kings stared at her for a beat longer, clearly struggling, then finally nodded though his eyes never left Fatima.
Without a word, he turned and walked to the car, his fists clenched.
Left alone, Fatima clear her throat nervously.
“I’m so sorry,” she began.
“For the way I treated you before. I was a mess, Anna. I was desperate and jealous, and I acted like a fool. But I’ve let go. I’m done with all of that now. I promise I won’t ever bother you again.”
Ana looked at her in silence, eyes wide.
Her mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.
She hadn’t expected an apology not from her.
“I’ve tried everything to have him, but nothing worked. I’ve given up, Ana. He’s yours now,” Fatima said with a sad smile on her face.
“He loves you, and no one can take him away from you. You’re the only one he cares about. I put in all my efforts and tried everything to win him, but nothing worked. It’s always been you from the start,” she added.
“What do you mean it’s always been me?”Ana asked, confused.
Fatima chuckled softly and looked up at the sky before turning her gaze back to Ana.
“You two met a long time ago. Charlie fell in love with you the first time he saw you. We went to Paris.me, Sam, Joyce, Juliet, Kevin, and Charlie. It was the first time we saw you. Do you remember when you worked at the biggest hotel in Paris?”
Ana nodded slowly,.
Still confused, as Fatima continued.
“Charlie saw you then. He told us about you. I had a crush on him, but he didn’t know. I was so hurt and jealous when I found out he was interested in you. I tried everything to find you. I asked everyone at the hotel about you. Finally, the manager helped me. I watched you the next day. That was the day Charlie said he was going to ask you out.”
Fatima took a deep breath and continued.
“I talked to the manager and convinced him to fire you…”*l
Ana gasped in shock.
She still remembered the day her boss let her go without any explanation.
She had wondered if she did something wrong but now she realized it was all because of Fatima.
“I’m really sorry, Ana. What I did wasn’t right, but I was desperate and obsessed with him. After you left, he tried to find you, but he couldn’t. He eventually gave up because I made sure no one at the hotel told him anything. We went back to New York. He stayed single for a month, then started dating Juliet. I won’t lie I was angry. But then Juliet ran away with Kelvin, and I was happy, thinking he would finally be mine. We dated for two years until you showed up at E.K looking for a job.”
“He recognized you right away. That’s when he started distancing himself from me. I didn’t understand why until I met you at his birthday party. I recognized you instantly and that’s when I knew. You were the reason he pulled away.”
Ana looked at her clearly stunned and shocked.
“But how did you even get involved with Milton?” Ana asked, her voice calm but curious.
Her hand rested gently on her belly. “I mean… there’s this lady I met at a restaurant a long time ago.” She paused.
“She gave me this envelope. Inside, there were so many CDs, videos, photos… and there was one of you. There were so many of you with Milton having s+x and doing all kinds of things.”
She looked directly at Fatima.
“How did you even get involved with him?”
Fatima lowered her gaze, looking embarrassed.
“Well… Milton was just helping me to get to Charlie. He was interested in you, and I was interested in Charlie. So he helped keep you distracted keep you away from Charlie. That’s all it was.”
She sighed and looked back up. “I’m so sorry, Ana. I promise. Everything I did… it was because I was in love with Charlie. People said I was obsessed and maybe I was. Maybe I was desperate. But I truly loved him. I’ve stopped now. I’ve let it all go. I promise I’ll never bother you again. And I’m really sorry I dragged Milton into this.”
Ana studied her for a long moment.
There was no hate in her eyes only calm understanding.
And maybe even… forgiveness.
“I can see you mean that,” Ana said softly.
“It’s okay. I’ve forgiven you, I was never angry with you.And I hope you move on and find someone good. Someone who loves you. Someone who respects you. Someone who sees your worth.”
Fatima’s eyes began to tear up.
“You don’t need to lose yourself chasing someone who was never yours to begin with,” Ana continued.
“Like you said Charlie was never yours. Maybe he was always mine. You tried everything… even before I ever knew about him. And you still couldn’t have him. That means maybe he just wasn’t meant for you. I’m glad you’ve finally let go.”
Fatima smiled through the lump in her throat and gave a tiny nod.
“Can I hug you?” she asked suddenly.
Ana blinked. “What?”
Fatima laughed nervously. “I mean, I don’t like you,” she joked, giggling.
“I just apologized. That doesn’t mean I suddenly like you. But maybe if I hug you, I’ll feel better. I just… I need that. I need a hug.”
Ana chuckled. “It’s okay.”
Fatima stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her gently.
She hugged her tightly, then kissed Ana’s cheek before stepping back with a soft, genuine smile.
“Thank you, Ana. I don’t think I deserve someone like you in my life. But I’m glad Charlie has you. He’s more alive now than I’ve ever seen him. You’re perfect for him. And those babies… that’s all he ever wanted.”
She paused, wiping her eyes.
“You gave him everything. I’m happy for you both. Truly. Goodbye.”
With that, Fatima turned and walked away slowly, her steps light, as though a burden had been lifted.
Ana watched her disappear, a soft smile on her lips.
A quiet peace settled in her chest.
*****
—
Fatima got into her car and closed the door with a soft sigh.
She leaned back against the seat, closed her eyes, and allowed herself a moment of peace.
A small smile crept across her lips.
But when she opened her eyes, she froze.
Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the person behind the wheel, calmly staring at her.
Alora.
“Long time no see,” Alora said smoothly, her voice like velvet laced with ice.
Fatima’s heart pounded.
“What the hell…?” she whispered, frowning.
“What are you doing here? And how the hell did you get in my car?”
Alora smirked. “Shh. Don’t scream it’s too early for dramatics,” she said.
“I missed you, you know. I told you you’d never succeed… All that chasing, scheming, since you were young ,it was always a waste of time.”
Fatima’s eyes narrowed.
“Are you psychic or what? Are you stalking my life? How do you even know all this?”
Alora was now sitting calmly in the passenger seat, her unnerving blue eyes locked on Fatima’s.
“Let’s just say… I know things,” Alora replied cryptically.
“I know what people hide. I know where their hearts really are. And you well, I’m glad you’ve moved on. Because chasing Charlie? It was never your path. He was never yours.”
Fatima let out a frustrated sigh.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Alora,” she snapped.
“Just because you showed up in Paris years ago talking nonsense doesn’t mean you know me. We’re not friends. We’re not family. You just appear. Like some… ghost.”
Alora leaned her head against the seat,.
Her hand resting on her cheek as she stared at Fatima with a calm, almost maternal expression.
“You’re still angry. I can feel it,” she said softly.
“But let me warn you again if you go back to your old ways, if you stir up trouble this time, you won’t be spared. You may think you’ve changed, but I know your heart. Don’t test fate.”
Fatima swallowed hard.
Alora’s words stung deeper than she expected.
“I have changed,” Fatima said firmly.
“I’m done chasing Charlie. I’ve moved on. I don’t know what kind of spirit or stalker you are, but I need you to stop showing up in my life. It’s creepy. I need peace, not nightmares.”
Alora smiled faintly and reached over, gently resting her fingers on Fatima’s cheek.
“You don’t need to understand how I come and go. Just take this moment for what it is a warning… and a blessing. Goodbye, Fatima. I truly wish you the best. But remember this time, there may not be a second chance.”
With that, she opened the door and stepped out of the car.
By the time Fatima blinked again Alora was gone.
Fatima stared out the window, shaken, her hands trembling slightly on the steering wheel.
“Who is she…?” she whispered to herself.
And the silence answered nothing.
**
****
“What did she want to say?” Mr. Kings asked as Ana walked toward him.
“She just wanted to talk,” Ana replied calmly.
“And I don’t think you need to be reminded of that.”
Mr. Kings was about to get into the car, but she stopped him with her hand on his arm.
“Baby, I’m not going to leave you, okay?” she said gently.
“Fatima isn’t going to do anything to me. We’re fine now. I told you she’s moved on. She’s not our enemy anymore.”
Mr. Kings clenched his jaw but didn’t say anything at first.
“If you say so…” he finally muttered. “But if she tries anything, I swear, this time..I’m going to kill her.”
Ana rolled her eyes dramatically, letting out an exaggerated sigh as she rubbed her belly.
“Can you just drive us home already?” she said.
“I’m starving. I don’t have the energy to listen to you talk nonsense like this.”
Mr. Kings chuckled under his breath, opening the car door for her.
“Yes, ma’am,” he teased.
“Let’s get you fed before my pregnant queen gets sassier.”
Ana smiled as she slid into the passenger seat.
****
The next day, at Mr. Kings’s house,.
Ana placed her phone between her ear and shoulder as she wiped cobwebs from the corners of the living room.
She didn’t feel like sitting down at all today.
Her body was buzzing with energy, and she wanted to keep busy.
The maid gave her a concerned look before walking away quietly, knowing better than to argue.
“Hey, I think I’m going to come see you tomorrow,” Ana said on the phone, her voice low but breathy.
“Ana, you’re pregnant! You shouldn’t be walking around like this. And what are you even doing? I can hear you pushing things! What’s going on?” Joy’s voice shot through the speaker, filled with worry.
Ana groaned lightly, resting a hand on her swollen belly.
“I just feel like cleaning today. I have too much energy. Charlie went to the office, and I wanted to keep myself busy while I wait for him.”
“Ana, you’re eight months pregnant! You can’t be lifting things and moving around like this. For goodness’ sake!”
Ana shook her head with a sigh, bending down to wipe up some water that had spilled on the floor.
As she did, a sharp pain shot through her lower belly, making her gasp.
Her hand flew to her stomach instinctively.
“Ana? Ana! Are you okay?” Joy’s voice dropped into panic.
“I… I think my water just broke…” Ana whispered, eyes wide as more pain came, stronger now.
“What?! I knew it! I told you not to overwork yourself..oh my God! Ana, I’m calling Charlie right now. Hang in there, okay?”
Ana’s breath quickened, her face pale with shock.
“Joy… this hurts like hell. Oh God, it’s starting.”
“Call the maid! Don’t just sit there!”
“I sent them away! I said I didn’t want any disturbance!” Ana winced, struggling to crawl toward the couch.
Sweat was already pouring down her forehead as each breath became shorter.
At that moment, Mr Kings walked into the front of the house, his jacket still on from work.
He froze at the sight of her on the floor.
“Baby?! What…what the hell?!”
Ana looked up at him, panting.
“I think I’m about to give birth, you dickhead!”
Mr Kings dropped everything and rushed to her side.
“Shit! What happened?! Why were you cleaning?!”
“I was bored, okay?! This is your fault anyway! You and your big dick! Now carry me to the damn hospital!” she snapped, holding onto her belly, her voice shrill with pain.
Mr. King’s panic turned into action.
“Okay, okay, baby, I’m sorry. I’m gonna take you. Just hold on,” he said, rushing to her side, placing a strong arm around her trembling body.
She was sweating, groaning, her hands gripping his shirt tightly.
“Charlie, hurry up, I swear I’m going to pass out from this pain!” Ana cried, her eyes wide and glassy.
Miss Mario came running from the hallway, shocked.
“Oh my God! Ma’am, your water..did it break?!”
“Yes! For God’s sake help us, Miss Mario!” Mr Kings barked.
“Get the hospital bag..now!”
Miss Mario nodded and bolted up the stairs.
Mr Kings gently lifted Anna in his arms.
Her body was shaking, and her moans were louder now, her nails digging into his shoulder.
“I told you I didn’t want to sit today, I felt fine,” Ana whimpered, her head resting against his chest.
“And now look at you…my poor baby,” Mr Kings muttered, voice tight with fear.
“You stubborn, stubborn woman. I told you I’d stay home with you today.”
“You also told me you were going to fuck me the whole honeymoon and I ended up walking like a penguin,” Ana snapped through gritted teeth.
Mr Kings chuckled, kissing her forehead.
“Even in labor, you’ve got a mouth on you.”
Miss Mario returned with the hospital bag and followed them out.
Mr Kings placed Ana gently in the back seat, climbing in beside her as the driver sped off.
Ana gripped his hand. “If those babies comes out looking like you and keeps your attitude, I swear I’m divorcing you.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered, brushing sweaty strands of hair from her face.
“You’re mine. Forever.”
She looked at him with pain-clouded eyes… and love.
“Forever,” she whispered back, right before another contraction hit and her scream shook the whole car.
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