Desire And Lust – Chapter 105&106

DESIRE AND LUST

Desire And Lust – Chapter 105&106

{°° Forbidden Desire °°}

©Lana

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Private Hospital – Maternity Ward

Alison kissed Joyce’s hand, then leaned down to press a soft kiss to his newborn son’s forehead.

The baby was tiny, fragile, his breathing slow and peaceful as he lay against Joyce’s chest.

“Thank you, baby,” Alison whispered, voice thick with emotion.

“I’m so grateful for this. For you. For him.”

Joyce smiled faintly and giggled, brushing a curl from her damp forehead.

“When is Anna coming? Did you manage to talk to her?”

Alison’s expression fell just a little.

He shook his head.

“No… I didn’t tell her. I haven’t even said anything about the birth.”

Joyce’s smile wavered. “Please talk to her,” she whispered.

“I want her to see the baby. You know she was supposed to be the first person here.”

“What about me?” Alison teased gently, interrupting with a lopsided smile.

“I’m the father, remember? I should be first in line to see my son.”

Joyce laughed softly. “Yes, you’re always here. But Anna… the last time I saw her feels like forever ago. I miss her.”

Alison sighed, brushing his fingers over Joyce’s arm.

“Baby, you’re not pregnant anymore. Why are you still fighting with imaginary enemies?”

Joyce rolled her eyes and tried to sit up straighter, carefully cradling the baby.

“No, relax,” Alison said, his hand on her back.

“You’ll hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine, okay?” Joyce insisted, her voice soft but steady.

“I just want to feed him properly. I need to hold him right.”

Alison nodded, adjusting a pillow behind her.

He looked at the baby in her arms, then at Joyce.

“He’s perfect. Just like you.”

Joyce smiled tiredly. “Not just like me. He’s got your eyes.”

Alison kissed her cheek. “We need to bring Anna back. She needs to meet her nephew.”

Joyce nodded slowly. “Promise me you’ll tell her.”

“I will,” he said. “Even if it means dragging her back myself.”

“Please do.”

Just then, the door opened, and Joyce looked up, smiling as Juliette and Kevin walked in.

“Guys! I didn’t know you were coming so early!” she said.

Juliette walked over, leaned down, and hugged Joyce carefully, mindful of the baby, before kissing her cheek.

“Welcome, new mommy,” Juliette said warmly, pulling back.

Joyce giggled, looking down at her baby, who was now suckling eagerly at her breast.

“Thank you, sister. You look pretty.”

“Well, you do too now. The belly’s gone, and you’re going to go back to that old Joyce,but your bu+t looks even better now,” Juliette teased.

“Back then you were so skinny.”

Joyce rolled her eyes and slapped her arm lightly.

“So you’re saying I wasn’t healthy?”

“Oh please,” Juliette laughed.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

Juliette greeted Alison with a nod, and he smiled back.

Kelvin looked at Joyce, a warm smile on his face.

“Congratulations, Joyce.”

“Thank you,” she said, glowing.

“He’s very beautiful,” Kelvin added.

Alison raised an eyebrow. “You can’t say very beautiful like that as if he is a girl!”

Juliette chuckled. “Oh stop, he’s very cute!”

“Thanks for coming, sister,” Joyce said.

“I really wanted someone here, especially since Ana isn’t around.”

“When did you arrive anyway?” she asked as Juliet sat down.

“We landed last night. We were exhausted from the flight, so we just went to sleep.”

“I’m so happy for you, baby,” Juliet said again.

“Thank you,” Joyce replied, voice soft.

“I’m happy too… I just wish Ana was here.”

“She’s going to come,” Juliette said confidently.

“You know… I actually saw her.”

Joyce’s eyes widened.

“When?!”

“I think it was a week ago. And guess what? She was with Ryan.”

“Ryan?” Alison repeated, shocked.

“How can Ryan be with Anna? Last I spoke to him, he told me he was going to Italy.”

“I don’t know,” Juliette said, thinking.

“But I think it was him. They were walking together… and when I tried to call her, they got into a car and drove off.”

“Maybe it was someone else?” Alison asked, unsure.

“I don’t think so,” Kevin said.

“It looked like her. And yes, she had pink hair.”

“Pink hair?” Joyce blinked.

“Yes,” Juliette confirmed.

“It was her. She’s pregnant, clearly showing. But she looks different. Sad, even.”

Alison opened his mouth to say something, but his phone began to ring.

He glanced at the screen.

“It’s Charlie,” he said to Joyce, then kissed her forehead.

“I’ll just take this.”

Alison stepped out into the hallway, answering the call.

“Charlie?” he said, surprised.

On the other end, Mr. Kings’ voice was low, tired yet determined.

“Hey, bro. I just wanted to call and say… I’m sorry I couldn’t come see Joyce and the baby.”

“What? Why?” Alison asked, concern growing in his voice.

“I’m going to Paris,”

Alison went quiet for a moment.

“Paris? You found her?”

There was a beat of silence. Then Mr Kings replied,

“Yes. Samantha found out where she’s staying. She’s been digging for weeks… and she finally traced her down. I’m going to get my wife back.”

Alison let out a breath. “Damn. I’m proud of you, man. She needs to see you. She’s not okay. I mean she’s healthy, but emotionally… she’s not okay.”

“I figured,” Mr Kings said.

“I’ve been losing my mind, Alison. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. Every part of me is restless. I need to see her. I just hope she doesn’t slam the door in my face.”

“Even if she does,” Alison said,

“at least she’ll see how far you came. That has to mean something.”

There was a pause.

“Oh and Clara wants to come with me,” Mr Kings added.

“She’s insisting.”

Alison chuckled. “Clara? She really loves Ana.”

“Yeah… and Samantha too,” Charlie said.

“She just showed up at the house this morning. Said she’s forgiven me, and she wants to help me fix this. Said she’s been quietly looking for Ana all this time.”

Alison nodded to himself.

“Good. You’ll need them.”

“I know. I just want this to end, man. I just want her to come home. I miss her,” Mr Kings said, his voice cracking slightly.

“You’ll bring her back,” Alison said firmly.

“Just don’t give up when it gets hard.”

“I won’t,” Mr Kings said.

“I’ll keep you posted. Tell Joyce… I love her. And congrats on the baby.”

“I will. Good luck, brother.”

They ended the call, and Alison stared at his phone for a second before walking back into the room.

Joyce looked up at him.

“Who was it?”

“Charlie,” Alison said, walking to her with a soft smile.

“He’s going to Paris. He’s going to get Ana.”

Joyce’s eyes filled with tears.

“Finally…”

*****

*****

The next morning in Paris,.

Ana giggled as she watched Ryan fumbling in the kitchen, attempting to make a sandwich.

“You know you can’t make it like that,” she teased, laughing.

“You’re just going to blow up the whole house.”

“Are you serious right now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, one hand on his hip and the other holding a half-built sandwich.

“I’m just trying to make something for you. You said you were craving something, whatever that something is, but I can’t figure it out.”

Ana smiled and walked over to him.

Her hands slid gently over his shoulders.

“You don’t have to stress about what I want. Honestly, I don’t even think I can eat anything cooked today,” she said softly.

“We can go out and grab something… or order online.”

Ryan shook his head, smiling down at her.

“That’s not real food, Ana. You should eat home-cooked food. Something warm. Not that junk from outside.”

Ana sighed and lowered herself into a chair, her hands resting protectively on her swollen belly.

“This bump is getting huge,” she said out of nowhere.

Ryan chuckled, glancing down at her belly.

“You look like you’re nine months already. When’s your next appointment? You really need to find out who’s in there. I’m betting it’s a boy and a girl. Or… two girls.”

Ana smiled but didn’t answer.

Her mind had drifted somewhere else to Mr Kings.

If he were here… if she’d just stayed instead of running… maybe things would be different.

Maybe he would’ve known about the twins.

Maybe he’d be kissing her belly right now, whispering to them.

Maybe he would’ve forgiven her.

Or maybe not.

Her chest tightened.

Was she really going to raise these babies without their father ever knowing they existed?

She shook the thoughts away and blinked back the emotion, forcing a smile as she looked at Ryan.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked suddenly, catching him off guard.

Ryan nearly choked on the water he was drinking, coughing before looking at her wide-eyed.

“What?” he said with a half-laugh.

“Where the hell did that come from?”

Ana shrugged. “I’m just asking. I mean, you’ve been helping me for all these months… I don’t know anything about your personal life.”

Ryan cleared his throat and looked down,.

Then back at her, his face suddenly more serious.

“No. I don’t have one,” he said.

“I used to. But not anymore.”

Ana stared at him. “Did she leave you?”

“No,” Ryan said quietly.

“I left her. Because my heart… it was already somewhere else.”

Their eyes met.

Ana let out a soft smile.

“And who is that?” she asked.

“Maybe I can help you be with her.”

Ryan stared at her,.

His gaze lingering too long on her lips before rising to meet her eyes.

“I don’t think you want to know who she is,” he said quietly.

“Why not?” Ana nudged his arm.

“I’m your friend, right? We’ve been together these past two months. We’ve gotten close closer than before. You can tell me. Maybe I can help.”

Ryan’s jaw tightened.

Did she really not see it?

That she was the one he wanted?

His voice dropped, slow and low.

“You’re the one I want, Ana.”

Her eyes widened.

Her lips parted, but before she could speak.

Ryan raised his hand, gently pressing his thumb against her mouth,.

Silencing her.

“I’ve always wanted you,” he said.

“Since Paris. Since the years you worked for my uncle. I’ve wanted you every day. And I still do.”

He drew in a breath. “But I know you’ll never want me back. You’re still his wife, Anna. You’re carrying his children. You still wear his ring. I know I can never have you… even if part of me still hopes.”

Ana stared at him, stunned.

Speechless.

Then Ryan leaned in, brushing his lips over hers,slow, uncertain, tender.

Ana’s heart thudded in her chest.

Her hands gripped the chair she was sitting on as she kissed him back,for a moment.

Then she pulled away, breath catching, her fingers flying to her lips.

She stood up so fast she almost stumbled.

“Careful,” Ryan said quickly, catching her.

“You’re pregnant don’t hurt yourself.”

Ana blinked at him, heart racing, panicked.

What did she just do?

If Mr Kings found out…

For fuck ‘s sake she was still married to him.

“Oh God,” she muttered, stepping out of Ryan’s arms.

“This… This shouldn’t have happened.”

“I’m sorry,” Ryan said softly.

“I couldn’t help it.”

“I…” Ana ran a hand through her hair, unable to meet his eyes.

“I still love Charlie. I don’t want to give you hope. I shouldn’t have kissed you back, I’m sorry. I was just… surprised.”

“I understand. I’m sorry too,” Ryan said, voice low.

Then,a knock on the door.

Ana’s heart skipped. “Are you expecting anyone?”

Ryan frowned.

“No. I’ll check.”

Ana followed him, uneasy.

Ryan opened the door and froze.

Standing there was Clara, smiling.

Her eyes flicked to Ryan, then narrowed.

“Wait… did we come to the wrong address?” she asked slowly.

“Ryan? What are you doing here?”

Before he could answer,

Ana came into view behind him.

Barefoot, wearing a robe.

Clara’s eyes widened.

“Anna?”

Ana froze. “Clara?” she said, shocked.

And then Clara moved to the side and Mr. Kings stepped into view.

Ana’s breath caught.

Mr Kings stared straight at Ryan.

His jaw clenched.

His fists balled.

Before anyone could speak, he lunged forward and punched Ryan hard across the face, sending him stumbling back.

Everyone gasped.

“What the f+k?!” Ana shouted.

“So… this is where my wife’s been staying?” Mr. Kings said, voice tight with rage.

“With him?”

His voice cracked on the last word.

“Charlie” Anna started.

But Mr. Kings raised his hand.

“Don’t,” he said coldly, eyes still burning into Ryan.

Mr. Kings stepped closer, his breathing sharp, his eyes locked on Ryan like fire waiting to burn.

“You’ve been living with him?” he asked Ana, his voice low and bitter.

Ana stepped in between them, holding her hands out.

“It’s not what you think..”

“Then tell me what it is,” he snapped.

“Because from where I’m standing, it looks exactly like what I think.”

“Ryan just helped me he didn’t know where I was when I left. I needed space. I couldn’t face you. I didn’t know how.”

“So you ran to him?” Mr. Kings growled, his tone cutting.

“You disappeared. No call. No message. Nothing. And now I find you here pregnant.living with another man.”

Ana’s voice cracked. “I didn’t plan for it to be like this…”

“But it is like this,” he shot back.

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been through? I searched everywhere for you. And now Clara shows me your post pregnant, Ana. And you didn’t even think to tell me?”

She swallowed hard, fighting the lump in her throat. “I was scared.”

“You were carrying my children, and you were scared of me?”

“I didn’t know if you’d want them after everything… after how we left things.”

Mr. Kings’s chest heaved, his fists still clenched at his sides.

Then slowly, his gaze dropped to her stomach.

He stepped closer not angry now, but broken.

“Are they mine?”

Ana blinked, stunned at the question.

“Of course they are.”

His voice lowered. “How far along are you?”

“Almost eight months…”

His knees nearly buckled.

He looked away, jaw tight.

“six months… and I’m only finding out now.”

“I didn’t know how to come back,” Ana whispered.

Silence.

Clara, still near the door, quietly stepped out to give them space.

Ryan stood frozen by the wall, face bruised, jaw tense, but he didn’t say a word.

Mr Kings reached out slowly, hesitating, then placed a trembling hand on Ana’s belly.

The babies moved under his palm.

A tear slipped down his cheek.

“You kept my babies from me…” he whispered.

“You left me alone.”

Ana covered his hand with hers, her voice cracking.

“I didn’t know how to fix us. I thought maybe I’d already lost you.”

He looked up at her, eyes red.

“You are my wife. I would’ve taken you back. I still will if you’ll come.”

Ana bit her lip, the weight of everything crashing into her.

“I’m scared.”

“Then be scared with me,” he whispered.

“But don’t shut me out again. I want to be there for you, for them. I need you, Anna.”

Mr. Kings’ fists trembled at his sides as he stared at Ryan, betrayal cutting through every word.

“How long have we known each other?” he asked, voice low but tight with rage.

“Does that matter?” Ryan asked carefully.

“It does,” Mr. Kings snapped, stepping forward.

“It f+king does. You were here with my wife. I asked you to help me find her. Do you remember that? You looked me in the face and told me you had no idea where she was. You lied to me.”

“I didn’t know at that time, okay?” Ryan shot back.

“I only found out where she was two months ago. I’ve only been staying with her since then. I didn’t know she was pregnant when I got here. She asked me not to tell you. I was doing her a favor. You can’t blame me for that!”

Mr Kings shook his head, hurt flashing through his eyes.

“You were supposed to be my friend. And what do friends do, Ryan? They trust each other. They’re loyal. They don’t lie.”

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“But you did!” Mr. Kings shouted.

“You kept my wife from me. I don’t know what you were doing here all this time living with her, touching her, sharing her space, watching her belly grow with my children. And you thought that was okay?”

“I didn’t cross the line,” Ryan said quickly.

But Mr. Kings had already turned to Ana, his voice cracking now, softer but heavier.

“Ana… you know I love you. I always have. Why can’t you see that? Why do you keep doing this to me?”

Ana’s eyes glistened as she stared back at him.

“Because I wanted you to feel the same pain I felt. Do you feel it now, ?” she asked, her voice sharp.

“Or maybe you haven’t felt it enough.”

She stepped away from him, past his outstretched hand, and walked to Clara.

Without a word, she hugged her tightly.

“Ana,” Clara whispered, pulling her close.

“Can you just forgive him, please? How long are you going to keep punishing him? This has to end… Please.”

Ana’s lips trembled, her arms holding Clara tightly as tears finally slipped down her cheeks.

“I forgave him a long time ago, okay,” Ana said softly, pulling back gently from the hug.

Clara wiped away Ana’s tears with her thumbs.

“Come back home… please. Come back with this baby. You shouldn’t have to give birth here, alone, without anyone who truly knows you. Please.”

Ana looked at Mr. Kings, who stood silently, his face heavy with pain and sadness.

She swallowed hard.

“I’ll come home with you,” she said quietly.

Mr. Kings’ eyes widened in disbelief.

A slow, hopeful smile spread across his face as he stepped forward, hesitant.

“Are you… are you serious?” he asked.

Ana nodded. “Yes, I am. As long as you’re ready to forgive me… for hiding your child from you.”

Mr. Kings looked at Clara, then back at Ana.

He reached for her gently, wrapping his arms around her, careful of the baby bump between them.

His voice trembled.

“Thank you, baby. Thank you. I promise… I’ll never mess up again.”

He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek,.

Holding her close like he never wanted to let go.

Ana slowly moved away from Mr. Kings after a long moment.

A soft gasp escaped as her eyes caught Ryan, who was watching them from the side, a small, bittersweet smile on his face.

Guilt welled up inside her.

She walked over to him.

“I’m sorry, Ryan. I’m really sorry that you got caught up in this mess. I shouldn’t have involved you in the first place,” Ana said, her voice low and sincere.

Ryan shrugged lightly.

“It’s okay, Ana. Honestly, I’m just glad that Charlie finally knows the truth.”

He glanced over at Mr. Kings, who was quietly clenching his jaw, holding back his emotions.

“You know,” Ryan continued, his voice calm,

“I kept thinking about how you’d react, Charlie, the day you’d find out I’d been with Ana all this time. I was sure you’d kill me.” He let out a small laugh.

“But you didn’t. So that’s a win.”

Ana smiled faintly.

She really was grateful grateful for everything Ryan had done.

For standing by her side, even when it wasn’t easy.

“Thank you, Ryan,” she said softly.

“For everything for helping me, for supporting me. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. And… I’m sorry again for dragging you into all this. Truly.”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing,” Ryan said, giving her a reassuring look.

“I’m fine. Really. I just wanted the truth to come out. I didn’t know how to do that, especially when you weren’t ready. But I’m glad it’s all out now.”

He looked around and took a deep breath.

“I think it’s time for me to head back.”

“Where will you go?” Ana asked, a little surprised.

“Back to New York,” Ryan replied.

“We could go together…,” Ana offered hesitantly.

Before Ryan could respond.

Mr Kings cut in sharply.

“Ana, if he wants to leave, let him leave.”

Ana rolled her eyes, clearly irritated, but she didn’t even look at him.

Her gaze stayed locked on Ryan.