Desire And Lust – Chapter 11&12

DESIRE AND LUST

Desire And Lust – Chapter 11&12

{°° Forbidden Desire °°}

©Lana

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Fatima’s face pulled into a smile as the words sank in. Yeah, they could do more to make her pay — that was for sure. But what?

“But there’s nothing we could threaten her with,” Fatima said.

Samantha raised an eyebrow as she stood up, running her hand through her hair.
“We won’t threaten her,” she said, a cunning smile spreading across her lips.

She walked over to Fatima and gently lifted her chin.
“You are my best friend, and I love you very much. No one messes with you and gets away with it.”

Fatima swallowed and nodded.
“I’ll deal with Ana. You — your focus must be on Charlie. It’s been long enough. You gave him time to enjoy himself. Now it’s your turn to show him who the real boss is,” Samantha said, letting go of Fatima’s chin but keeping her gaze fixed on her.

Fatima raised an eyebrow, curiosity written all over her face.
“Meaning?” she asked.

Samantha rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed.
“Why are you so slow, Tima?” Her eyes narrowed as she continued,
“When you approached my brother, what was the deal?”

“Marry him,” Fatima replied.

“Then it’s time to do something. Make him marry you. If you become his wife, you’ll have the control you want over him,” Samantha said.

“You know I can’t force him to marry me,” Fatima voiced softly.

Samantha glared at her, irritation growing. Why was she being so slow?

“You have to do something that will *make* him. Get pregnant. I know my brother — once he finds out you’re carrying his child, he’ll never leave.”

Fatima’s eyes widened in shock as she shook her head, disagreeing.

“Sam, please… I can’t do that. He doesn’t even touch me these days. I just… I can’t. What if he… he… I don’t…” Fatima’s voice trembled with fear and uncertainty.

“Tima… Fatima, what’s wrong with you? When did you become like this? The plan was for you to marry him a long time ago. Now look — it’s been three damn years and you’re still not married. And you’re telling me this nonsense?”

She stepped closer.
“You are going to convince him to sleep with you or marry you. Or else that little bitch will take him away. Your choice,” she said, her voice stern and scolding.

Then she turned, opened the door, and walked out.

Fatima stared into space, her mind racing. So many thoughts. So many emotions.

“I love him. I can’t lose him,” she whispered, her hands shaking, lips trembling.

“I must do something. Charlie Kings belongs to me and no one else,” she said to herself.

—
After some time, Fatima composed herself and walked out. Her legs carried her to Mr. Kings’s room — just two doors down from Sam’s. As she walked, her heels echoed against the polished tiles.

She stopped in front of his door. It was slightly open, and she could hear his deep voice speaking on the phone.

“Who is he talking to?” she asked herself. She pushed the door open and walked inside. Mr. Kings’s eyes snapped to her. Her breath hitched as she stared at his half-n+ked body. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp, water dripping down to his abs. Her eyes trailed down to his V-line. She swallowed and licked her lips, unable to hide her desire.

“I’ll talk later. Thank you for your time, sir,” Mr. Kings said into the phone and hung up, his gaze still locked on her — plain and unreadable.

He stepped closer, Fatima’s heart pounding through her shirt.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. His voice was gruff and s+y, sending a shiver of pleasure through her.

“I want… to talk to you,” Fatima said, nervously twisting her hands in the fabric of her skirt.

“Talk about what?”

“Us… I miss you,” Fatima said and moved closer, her hands lifting slightly. “Don’t you miss me?” Her voice was soft, filled with longing.

“Don’t do this. You don’t want to start something you can’t finish,” Mr. Kings said as Fatima’s hands reached his bare chest, gently touching him.

She stared up at him, then rose onto her tiptoes before she…

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*At Ana’s Apartment ✨✨*

Ana paid the taxi driver and walked to the gate. She greeted the security officer before heading to her unit. She climbed the steps leading up to her floor, where she stayed.

Her mind wandered back to the restaurant scene. She didn’t understand why Mr. Kings was being nice or trying to talk to her. But of course, he was blaming her — that’s why he said all those things. And Fatima? What was her problem? Why did she always want to fight every time they met?

She sighed. As she reached her door, she opened it — a sweet aroma filled her nose the moment she stepped inside.

She gasped and ran to the kitchen, quickly removing her shoes at the door.

“Mom!” she called out, giggling, her voice full of excitement.

“Mom… you’re here?” she asked as her mother turned around, a soft smile spreading across her face. Mrs. Evans opened her arms, and Ana ran into them, hugging her tightly. Tears welled in Ana’s eyes as her mother’s warmth surrounded her.

“I missed you so much, Mom,” she sniffled, smiling through her tears.

“And I missed you too, my beautiful daughter. Now stop crying,” Mrs. Evans said gently, her voice soft. As they pulled apart, she cupped Ana’s cheeks and wiped her tears. Ana smiled and giggled, then fell into her arms again.

“Aww, my baby, you missed me this much?” Mrs. Evans said, and Ana nodded.

“When did you come?” Ana asked, finally letting go. She sat on the kitchen stool as her mother turned back to her cooking.

“Not long ago. I came here to see my beautiful, innocent kids — only to find your brother eating someone’s daughter,” Mrs. Evans said with a chuckle.

Ana’s eyes widened in surprise. “Alvin was—?”

“Yes! If I hadn’t come in time, I’m sure that boy would’ve taken that little girl’s clothes off and done as he pleased,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I didn’t know I raised freaks as my kids. Mxm!”

Ana laughed and walked over to her. Tilting her head with a soft smile, she said, “I’m not a freak, Mom.”

Mrs. Evans shook her head. “Maybe you’re worse than your brother. Who knows what you were doing out there, wearing this sexy dress?” she said, eyeing Ana’s outfit.

—

“There’s nothing wrong with my dress,” Ana replied with a smile.

Mrs. Evans raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t say anything was wrong with it,” she said.

“I didn’t go to meet a man, Mrs. Evans, so you should relax,” Ana added as she opened the refrigerator and took out an apple. She took a bite, then stared at her mother’s hair.

“When did you cut your hair?” she asked.

“Two months ago,” Mrs. Evans replied as she began setting out the plates.

“Why?” Ana asked. “You loved your hair long, so what made you cut it all of a sudden?” Her voice was filled with curiosity.

Mrs. Evans stayed quiet for a moment before answering. “I just like it better this way. Go call your brother.”

“Mom?” Ana called again, eyebrows raised.

“Ana, let it go, please. Go call your brother,” Mrs. Evans said as she turned around and focused on her task.

Ana sighed and walked from the kitchen to the dining area, then headed toward Alvin’s room. She stopped in front of the door when she heard muffled voices — and then moans.

“Sto… stop… it’s too… much,” she heard Liana’s breathless voice.

“Alvin!” Ana called, banging on the door. There was no answer….

“You little brat, open the door now!” she shouted.

“If you don’t open up, I’m going to barge in there!” she warned, banging again.

—

*Inside Alvin’s room*:
Liana giggled and buried her face in Alvin’s chest.

“Your sister is here,” she said, laughing softly.

Alvin slipped his hand under the oversized sweater she was wearing, his fingers brushing her sensitive skin.

“She can go. I don’t care,” he whispered against her lips as they both giggled.

“Liana! Alvin!” Ana’s voice rang through the door again.

“I think we should stop,” Liana said, trying to push him away gently, but he pinned her beneath him.

“No…!”

“ALVIN, DON’T ANNOY ME! I’M GOING TO CALL LIANA’S PARENTS IF YOU GUYS DON’T OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!” Ana screamed.

Alvin groaned and rolled off Liana. “You should go. I’ll come out in a minute,” he said, helping her up. He glanced at her clothes and grinned.

She was wearing his sweater and sweatpants — both way too big on her.

“You look beautiful,” he said, pecking her lips before heading into the bathroom.

Liana walked to the door and opened it, her cheeks flushed pink as she came face-to-face with Ana, who stood there with her arms crossed.

—
—

Ana stared down at Liana’s outfit, while Liana nervously looked down, clutching the oversized sweater.

“That’s too big for you,” Ana commented.

“I like it,” Liana said, lifting her head. Ana shook her head with a small smile.

“Where’s that big head?” she asked, peeking toward the door.

“Bathroom,” Liana replied.

“Let’s go eat. Let him starve — useless kid,” Ana said, turning around and walking to the kitchen. Liana nervously greeted Mrs. Evans, who smiled warmly in return.

“Where’s Alvin?” Mrs. Evans asked as she placed the last dish on the kitchen table.

Ana rolled her eyes, grabbing a plate and starting to serve herself. “I called them. My voice is gone because of them.”

“What were you two doing in there?” Mrs. Evans asked, turning to Liana, whose cheeks flushed deeply.

“Stu… studying,” she muttered.

Ana glanced at her, trying to stifle a laugh.

Just then, Alvin walked in wearing clothes nearly identical to Liana’s. A smile spread across his face the moment his eyes landed on her.

Mrs. Evans rested her chin on her hand, watching how her son’s face lit up with happiness as he looked at the girl she didn’t yet know.

“Alvin, you little brat!” Ana shouted as Alvin snatched a piece of meat from her plate.

“You’re stingy. You don’t like to share,” Alvin said, chewing the meat with a grin.

Ana glared at him and smacked the back of his head.

“Ow! Ana, why are you abusing me?” he pouted.

“Mom, your daughter!”

“You two need to learn to be quiet while eating,” Mrs. Evans said. “And Ana, stop bullying my child,” she scolded.

Alvin stuck his tongue out at Ana in triumph.

—
—

“Ugh, this is so annoying,” Ana said as she continued eating her food. Alvin grinned, satisfied—they always teased each other when their mom was around.

Liana smiled, genuinely enjoying being around them. Their relationship was so warm and full of love. She wished she had something like that too.

She sighed. Alvin noticed and gently placed his hand over hers.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft and serious—nothing like the guy who had just been teasing his sister moments ago.

“I’m fine,” Liana replied, giving him a reassuring smile.

Ana and Mrs. Evans exchanged surprised glances, touched by how mature Alvin was becoming. It warmed their hearts to see him growing into a kind, caring person who loved those close to him.

“So, Liana, where are you from?” Ana asked. Alvin shot her a look.

“I stay around here,” Liana replied.

“Where exactly?” Ana pressed.

“Why are you asking her so many questions?” Alvin interrupted.

“Jeez, I’m just curious, okay?” Ana said as she stood up and began clearing the table.

“Can I help you with the dishes?” Liana asked, joining her at the sink.

“You don’t have to, really. Let me do it so I can take you home on time,” Ana replied. Liana nodded with a smile.

“It was nice being here with you guys,” Liana said warmly.

“I feel the same. You should visit more often,” Ana said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she started washing the dishes.

Mrs. Evans was now sitting in the dining room with the TV remote in her hand. Alvin walked over to her and smiled, placing his head on her lap.

“I want you to be around all the time, Mom,” Alvin said as she gently brushed his hair.

“I’m here now, aren’t I? And tell me… do you like that girl?” Mrs. Evans asked, and Alvin nodded with a soft smile.

—
“Very much. She’s the best thing to happen to me right now,”*Alvin said sincerely.

Mrs. Evans nodded thoughtfully. “You’re still young and naive. Don’t do things you’re not supposed to do, okay? Do you hear me, my baby?”

Alvin smiled and nodded. Somehow, he understood what his mother was trying to say.

—

About thirty minutes later, Ana finished cleaning and washing the dishes. Alvin accompanied Liana to her house.

✨✨✨✨
The next day — Monday: school and work.

Ana woke up early and prepared breakfast for her brother and mother. After she was done, she went back to her room to shower.

She put on a crisp white button-down shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a vibrant red mini skirt, paired with white high heels. After dressing, she sprayed on her perfume, grabbed her laptop bag, and paced briefly before walking out of the room.

In the kitchen, she opened the fridge and took out some orange juice. As she sipped through a straw, she scrolled on her phone.

“Morning, sis,” Alvin said as he walked into the kitchen.

“Morning, baby. Eat your breakfast so we can leave,”Ana replied, her fingers lingering over Milton’s contact.

Alvin groaned—he hated when she called him baby. He wasn’t a baby anymore.

“Be quick. I don’t want to be late,”Ana added, tapping Milton’s number. It rang twice before he picked up.

Ana cleared her throat before speaking.
“Hey… are you okay? You haven’t been in touch since—”

She stopped mid-sentence when she heard a deep groan on the other end.

“Mil, are you okay?”she asked, now fully alert.

“I… f+k. Shit… I’m going… f+k, baby… right there…”

Ana’s eyes widened. Her heart pounded, her hands trembled, and her lips went dry.

“No… is he—”She shook her head in disbelief.

Then came a woman’s voice, m0aning breathlessly:
“Mil… baby… f+k me… hard… yes, yes… *yes!*”

The line cut.

Ana stood frozen, phone still in hand. Her face was filled with shock, disbelief, and pain.

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