DESIRE AND LUST
Desire And Lust – Chapter 103&104
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
©Lana
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“You’re barking orders at everyone like a madman,” Alison had said earlier.
“The staff is terrified of you.”
He didn’t care.
Mr. Kings paced through the office, his voice sharp and cold.
“I did not ask you to bring these f+cking papers back to me. I said sign them and send them out. Not return them to my desk. Do I need to repeat myself?”
The girl holding the files flinched, her hands trembling.
“I..I’m sorry… I thought..”
“Did I say I wanted you to sign them?” he snapped, cutting her off.
She looked like she wanted to cry.
“I’m sorry. I thought…”
“Just take those f+king papers away before you piss me off more. And who made this coffee? I told you ,I don’t like this kind.”
She nodded quickly, grabbing the documents.
“I guess… I won’t bring your coffee again,” she mumbled before rushing out of the office.
Mr. Kings rubbed his temples, jaw tight.
He was losing it.
And it wasn’t about the papers. Or the coffee.
It was about her.
It had been months.
Just months.
But it felt like years since he last saw her.
Her name echoed in his mind like a curse and a prayer.
He missed her laugh.
Her scent.
Her body wrapped around his.
The way she challenged him, softened him, made him whole.
Now, she was gone.
And he didn’t know if she’d ever come back.
He sighed and glanced at his phone, thumb hovering over her name. But he stopped himself.
She’d told him not to call.
Not to follow her.
Not to reach out.
So he didn’t.
Instead, he called Alison.
“Charlie,” Alison’s voice came through the line.
“Please don’t tell me you’re about to do something stupid.”
“Did Joyce go to see Ana?” Mr. Kings asked, ignoring his friend’s tone.
“Bro… Joyce is about to give birth.”
“F+k,” Mr Kings muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “I thought maybe…”
“Charlie, you need to talk to her. This is eating you alive, man. You haven’t been yourself. It’s been six months.”
“She told me not to follow her,” Mr Kings said quietly.
“She said she didn’t want to see me again.”
“So what? That’s your wife. Go after her.”
Mr Kings let out a bitter chuckle.
“I don’t even know where exactly she’s staying. She turned off locations, changed numbers. She cut me off, man.”
Alison sighed heavily.
“Then wait. But when she comes for Joy’s baby, that’s your chance. You better not waste it.”
Mr Kings nodded, though Alison couldn’t see him.
“I’m losing my mind, Alison. I can’t sleep. The bed’s cold. The house is silent. I have no one to fight with, no one to touch. It’s like I’m living half a life.”
“You look like shit too,” Alison said bluntly.
“You’re losing weight.”
“How could I not?” Charlie muttered.
“She left me. She said my voice disgusts her. That she can smell me through the phone. Who even says that?”
“You know Ana can be a Drama queen sometimes,” Alison chuckled.
“But deep down… she still loves you.”
Mr Kings smiled faintly.
He remembered the last time she screamed at him over the phone.
Called him annoying. Said he ruined her peace.
It had been both cute and utterly heartbreaking.
And yet, he still clung to her voice.
Even when it hurt.
✨ PARIS ✨
*****
In Paris, Anna looked down at her place, then back at Ryan, .
Who settled quietly beside her, a soft smile resting on his lips.
“So… you’re not planning to go back to New York?” he asked gently.
Ana shook her head slowly. “I don’t know,” she murmured.
“But I have to, eventually. My life is there. Everything is there.”
Ryan nodded thoughtfully.
“So… when are you going to tell him you’re pregnant?” he asked, his eyes dropping to her round belly.
“You’re about to give birth, Ana. What exactly are you planning to do?”
Ana looked down at her stomach, placing her hand on it with a soft, protective smile.
“I just… I don’t feel like seeing Charlie. Honestly, just thinking about him makes my skin crawl. I hate him. That’s it.”
Ryan chuckled lightly. “I don’t think you hate him,” he said.
“Maybe it’s just the pregnancy hormones messing with you.”
“You think so?” Anna asked, raising a skeptical brow.
He nodded, his gaze lingering on her.
She looked stunning,even with her swollen belly and flushed cheeks, the pink in her hair gave her a wild beauty.
She was crazy, no doubt,always crying, snapping at everything, picky with food,but he loved seeing her like this.
Alive.
Fierce.
Even if the she wasn’t his, she made him feel something he hadn’t felt in years.
“I think it’s the pregnancy talking,” he said.
“Charlie’s still your husband. You should be honest with him. Just call him. Go to New York. Tell him he’s going to be a father. Because once you give birth, Ana… I don’t think I’ll be able to keep this secret for you much longer.”
Ana stared at him, tears welling in her eyes.
Ryan quickly raised his hands. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry. I won’t say a word,I promise. Just… I really think you should…”
“I said I’ll handle it,” Ana snapped, cutting him off.
Her voice was sharp, but it cracked at the end.
Ryan gave her a small smile and shook his head. “He’s not going to find out from me. I get it. I just wish you’d stop trying to erase him completely. Because no matter what you do, Ana… he’s still part of this story.”
Ana looked away, wiping at her eyes.
“I’m not ready,” she whispered.
Ryan sighed and walked over to the window,.
Giving her space.
“Ana,” he said softly, “I know you’re hurting. I know you need space . But keeping this baby a secret won’t undo the past. It’ll just create more pain.”
Ana didn’t answer.
Her hand stayed on her belly, her thumb slowly rubbing the curve of it.
“You think I don’t know that?” she whispered after a while.
“You think I don’t lay awake at night thinking about what he’ll feel when he finds out? You think I don’t wonder what kind of father he could’ve been if I had just… stayed?”
Ryan turned back to her, his expression gentle but firm. “Then why keep it from him?”
“Because I’m scared, Ryan!” she snapped suddenly, eyes flashing with emotion. “I’m scared that if he comes back into my life, he’ll never forgive for this. That he’ll look at this baby and not see love, but regret.”
Her voice broke.
Ryan crossed the room and knelt beside her, placing a hand over hers on her stomach.
“You’re not alone in this,” he said. “I’m here. But you have to face this part of your past, Ana. Before it becomes your child’s.”
Ana stared at him, tears trailing down her cheeks.
” He is going to be angry, I wanted to go back months ago but I just couldn’t” She whispered
Ana turned away from Ryan, her hands slowly gliding down to her swollen belly as if seeking comfort in the only truth she could hold onto.
Her breathing was shallow.
Her chest rising and falling in slow trembles.
“I said I don’t want him to know,” she repeated, softer this time.
Ryan stood still, watching her closely.
“Ana… this isn’t just about you anymore.”
Ana’s jaw clenched.
She looked over her shoulder at him, her voice sharper now. “Don’t. Don’t turn this into a lecture.”
“It’s not a lecture,” Ryan replied quietly.
“It’s reality. That child in you? That’s his too. You may hate him, but he deserves to know. This isn’t a secret you can keep forever.”
“I’m not ready,” she snapped, her voice cracking.
“Do you understand that, Ryan? I am not ready to look at him. ….”
Ryan stepped forward, keeping his distance but lowering his voice.
“I do understand. But I also know what it looks like when someone still loves someone they claim to hate.”
She didn’t respond.
“You still love him, Ana.”
Her silence was deafening.
“I’ve been here with you,” Ryan continued, his tone serious now.
“For two months. I’ve watched you fall asleep crying his name. You flinch whenever your phone rings. You stare at his contact like you’re willing it to disappear,but you never delete it.”
Ana turned around, her face pale, eyes wet.
“Then why are you still here?”
“Because I care,” he said without hesitation.
“Because you needed someone. And because no matter how much it’s killing me that I’m not the one you want,I wasn’t going to let you go through this alone.”
Her lips parted, but nothing came out.
She lowered her head again, voice barely above a whisper.
“You think he’d even forgive me if he found out I’ve been hiding this pregnancy… with you by my side?”
Ryan didn’t answer at first.
His jaw tightened.
“He might forgive you,” he said.
“But he’ll never forgive me.”
Ana looked up, eyes locked with his.
The air between them heavy with truth.
“Then let’s not give him that chance,” she whispered.
“Let’s just keep this… between us.”
Ryan shook his head slowly. “Until when?”
Ana’s hand slid protectively over her belly.
“Until I’m strong enough… to face him.”
*******
New York Kings’s Residence
The dining table was quiet.
Too quiet.
The clinking of cutlery had long stopped.
Mr Kings sat with his elbows on the table, staring blankly at the untouched plate in front of him.
Mrs. Kings exchanged a glance with her husband before clearing her throat gently.
“Charlie, aren’t you going to eat?”
He didn’t look up. “I’m not hungry.”
“You’ve been saying that for the past few days,” she said gently.
“This isn’t like you.”
Mr Kings finally leaned back, exhaling sharply through his nose.
“Nothing is like me anymore.”
Silence.
Mrs Kings reached across the table, placing her hand on his.
“Charlie… when are you bringing Ana back home?”
At the sound of her name, his chest tightened.
He shook his head, voice low and bitter. “I don’t even know where the hell she is.”
Just then, Clara, who had been quietly scrolling her phone, froze.
Her eyes widened.
“Wait…” she muttered.
Mr Kings looked over, brows furrowed. “What?”
Clara turned her phone to face them.
It was an Instagram post.
Ana, standing in front of a mirror,.
Her phone facing the mirror, her pink hair falling down on her shoulder, with a cute smile on her face.
Full pregnant belly under the tight pink dress with flowers,she wore.
Mrs. Kings covered her mouth. “Oh my God…”
Mr Kings’s blood drained from his face.
“What the f+k… what is that?”
“She posted it two minutes ago.” Clara’s voice was shaky.
“Charlie… she’s pregnant.”
The silence that followed was crushing.
Mr Kings stood abruptly, the chair scraping violently against the floor.
“She’s pregnant… and she didn’t tell me?”
He grabbed the back of his neck, pacing like he was about to lose his mind.
“Six months… Six fucking months and she said nothing?”
Mr. Kings Sr. rose from his seat. “Son..”
“She f+king blocked me. F+king disappeared on me. And now I find out through a f+king Instagram story?”
He slammed his hand on the table. “She’s carrying my f+kin child and I had to find out like this?”
Mrs. Kings’ voice was firm now.
“Then go to her.”
Mr Kings looked at her, breath short and eyes glassy. “And say what?”
“Say whatever your heart needs to,” she said.
“But don’t let that child grow up thinking his father didn’t care.”
Mr Kings stood frozen, heart pounding in his chest.
He wasn’t sure if it was rage, shock… or guilt.
Mr Kings’s chest still rose and fell heavily.
His mind was racing.
The room had fallen into a stunned silence, the kind that clings to the air like fog.
“I’m coming with you,” Clara said quietly.
Mr Kings blinked at her. “Clara..”
“No. Don’t argue with me,” she cut in, stepping closer.
“She’s my friend too. And you… you’re in no state to be alone with everything that’s about to come at you.”
Her voice softened. “I know you love her, brother. And she’s going to need support… so will you.”
He looked away, jaw tightening.
Before he could respond, the front door opened.
Everyone turned as Samantha walked in.
She looked at the tension in the room and sighed.
“So… I guess you all saw it too?”
Mr Kings glared at her. “You knew?”
She nodded slowly. “I know where she’s staying.”
His entire body stiffened. “How?”
“I’ve been digging,” Samantha said calmly.
“I’ve had someone looking into it for weeks now. You weren’t going to… so I did.”
Mr Kings stared at her, confusion and suspicion all over his face.
“Why would you do that? After everything that happened between us?”
She shrugged, walking into the room.
“Because… you’re my little brother. And I’ve forgiven you.”
Mrs. Kings gasped quietly.
Mr Kings expression broke into something unreadable.
“You… forgave me?”
Samantha nodded. “I did. For everything. For the pain, for the anger. I was bitter for a long time. But holding onto it wasn’t helping anyone. Especially not me.”
Mr Kings looked down, eyes stinging.
“And Ana… she deserves peace. You both do.” Samantha stepped forward and handed him a slip of paper.
“That’s her address in Paris. I was going to give it to you… eventually.”
Clara looked between them. “So what now?”
Mr Kings stared at the address for a moment before gripping it tight.
He finally met Samantha’s gaze, then Clara’s.
“I’m going to get my wife back.”
Clara nodded. “We’ll go with you.”
Samantha gave a half-smile.
“Then let’s book a flight.”
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