Desire And Lust – Chapter 13&14

DESIRE AND LUST

Desire And Lust – Chapter 13&14

{°° Forbidden Desire °°}

©Lana

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Ana greeted her coworkers as she walked to her office. She placed her things down, opened the blinds, and began settling everything in order. After finishing, she checked the time — there were still fifteen minutes before her boss arrived.

She walked into Mr. Kings’ office to arrange everything, then placed an order for his usual cappuccino.

She was still tidying up when Mr. Kings walked in, phone pressed to his ear, his expression cold and hard.

When his gaze landed on her, she quickly looked down. He walked to his chair and sat down before ending the call.

“Good morning, sir,” Ana greeted softly.

“What’s my schedule for today?” Mr. Kings asked without returning her greeting.

Ana bit her lip and scrolled through the tablet in her hands.

“You have a meeting with the president of C.R.G. Company at 8:00, a photoshoot with Miss Aria for Calvin Klein at 11:00, lunch with your girlfriend and your father at 1:00, then—”

“Stop right there,” Mr. Kings snapped. “Who the hell added that stupid lunch to my schedule? And why would I do a f+king photoshoot?”

“I did. They booked the appointment and Miss Aria, she—”

“I’m not doing those f+king things,” he interrupted sharply. “Do I look like some kind of celebrity to you, Miss Evans?”

Ana’s mouth fell open as she struggled to find the right words. She could already tell—he was not in the mood today.

—

But was that the reason he was speaking to her like this—so rude, so harsh, so arrogantly?
Ana sighed deeply.

“I can’t cancel the meeting with your father. He really wants to see you, sir,” Ana insisted.

“My father knows where my house is. He doesn’t need to book a f+king appointment to meet me. Do you understand that, Miss Evans?”

Ana swallowed and nodded. She was convinced now more than ever that this man was truly complicated.
He was the one who told me to schedule appointments for his father… and now he’s saying the opposite. She kept her thoughts to herself.

“You also have a meeting with Mr. Adams, and Mr. Thompson has invited us to his daughter’s party on Friday night,” she added after a brief pause.

“Cancel the party.”

“But sir, you really wanted to work with him. Maybe this is your chance to get the contract—”

Mr. King’s eyes pierced through her like knives before he spoke. “I don’t need him anymore.”

Ana’s lips parted. She sucked in a deep breath, asking herself: What changed his mind so suddenly…?

“O-oh… okay.”

“Is that all?” Mr. King asked, eyes now fixed on the papers in front of him.

“Yes, sir,” Ana replied.

“You can leave now. Cancel that lunch with my father and schedule something else in that slot.”

“You could do lunch with your girlfriend, since y—”

“Miss Evans.”
His voice was cold. Low.

“Yes, sir?”

“When I said cancel lunch, did you not hear me clearly?” he asked, his gaze sharp and unrelenting. Ana shook her head slightly, her eyes flitting everywhere but him.

“You should leave now. It’s Monday—I’m sure you have plenty to do. And remember…”
His voice dropped.
“My father and my girlfriend are not part of your work.”

—She swallowed hard and nodded before turning around and walking out. Mr. Kings loosened his tie as he stared at her figure leaving the room.

“Putain… merde,” he cursed under his breath.

—

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Meanwhile, Ana walked to her office and settled behind her desk. Her eyes drifted to the side wall where Mr. Kings’s office was located. She scoffed when she saw him burying his head deep in work.

“What’s wrong with him?” she muttered to herself.

“Even I’m stressed, but I don’t snap at people. Ugh, what a jerk,” she added before opening her laptop and starting to reply to clients’ emails.

But her mind kept circling back to that phone call she’d overheard in the morning. She wasn’t stupid—she knew that was definitely someone he was busy f+king while she…

She took a deep breath to calm herself down. It was Monday, and there was a lot of work to get through, so she chose not to stress herself.

“F+k Milton, you bastard,” she almost shouted, the words slipping from her mouth.

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At Le Bernard restaurant, Fatima sat across from Sam, a glass of lemon water in her hand.

“So, what happened last night?” Sam asked, cutting into her beef skewer.

Fatima rolled her eyes before replying, “We fought, of course.”

Sam chuckled. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying,” Fatima shot back.

“I know you are, Tima. Don’t try to fool me—I can see right through your lies,” Sam said, her voice low and sharp.

“You think I’m stupid, don’t you? I know nothing happened last night, so cut it out,” she added, leaning back in her chair.

Fatima sighed, her eyes fixed on Sam. “If you already know, then why are you asking?” she said in a frustrated tone.

Sam raised an eyebrow,..“You’ve been off lately, Tima. Slower than usual. I don’t even understand what’s going on with you anymore.”

Fatima sighed again, her fingers tracing the necklace around her neck.

“Your brother is so hard to deal with, Sam. I’ve tried everything, but nothing works. Last night I touched him, and there was no reaction—it was like my touch disgusted him. I even tried to kiss him, but he turned his face away. I don’t know what to do anymore, or what to think,” she said, running her hands through her hair, clearly frustrated.

Sam’s expression stayed blank..

—:

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“So, are you going to give up now?”*Sam asked.

Fatima scoffed. “I didn’t say that.”

“Then what are you saying?” Sam pressed.

Fatima sighed and took a sip of her lemon water. “I’ll keep trying.”

“It’s been a long time since you two started dating. And do you know why he’s not marrying you? It’s because of your whoring ways, Fatima. Do you think he’s stupid?”Sam snapped, her voice filled with annoyance.

Fatima gasped in shock.

“I know you’ve been sleeping with other people while dating him. You know how much Charlie hates betrayal, yet you still chose to cheat on him. And you think he doesn’t know? The moment he started acting distant, you should’ve figured it out. But no, you’re so dumb, Tima—you don’t think with your head sometimes,”Sam hissed the words low, trying not to draw attention.

“I… I stopped a long time ago,”Fatima said, her voice trembling. “I’m not sleeping with anyone right now. I swear on your brother, I’m sure he doesn’t know anything.”*

Sam scoffed and stood up. She grabbed her Louis Vuitton handbag and looked down at Fatima, who was on the verge of tears.

“I’m giving you one month. If you fail this time, we’re done,”Sam said coldly, her expression deadly.

“Sa…m, Sam…”Fatima stuttered, clearly shocked and shaken.

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In the same restaurant, Ana walked behind Mr. Kings, who had his hands in his pockets, his expression as hard as always.

Their driver walked beside Ana as they headed to a small corner of the restaurant where there weren’t many people. Alfred pulled out a chair for Mr. Kings, and Ana settled beside him.

“You can take a seat, Alfred,” Mr. Kings said, then held out his hand to Ana. She placed a document in it.

“These are the things you wanted to know about Mr. Fredrik. He is clean and has no scandals. He is a man of his word, and he—”

Mr. Kings raised his eyebrows at Ana, who was rambling without pause.

She shut her mouth. Mr. Kings shook his head. She was talking too much, and it rubbed him the wrong way. Couldn’t she take a break for just a second?

“You seem to know a lot about him.”

Ana smiled before answering. “Yes, I do. He’s really a good person. I’m sure if he agrees to work with us, you two will become best friends. He’s like you. I’m sure you both have something in common and—”

“I’m not here to make friends, Mrs. Evans. And no one is like me. I am my own self,” Mr. Kings interrupted, his gaze narrowing at her.

Ana swallowed and bit her lip.

“Can I take your order?” a waitress asked, and Mr. Kings tore his gaze away from Ana.

Ana took a deep breath and greeted the waitress.

“What can we order for you, sir?” she asked Mr. Kings.

“What are you going to order?” he asked Ana.

“My usual meal,” Ana replied.

“I’ll take whatever you’re having,” Mr. Kings said, his gaze fixed on her.

Ana’s mouth opened in surprise. “Oh,” she mouthed, then looked at the waitress.

“Alfred, you can go and wait outside. Get something to eat,” Mr. Kings said. Alfred nodded and walked away from them.

Ana showed the waitress the menu, and the waitress walked off just as a tall Italian man with silky brown hair and blue eyes approached them. Ana rose to her feet.

“Mr. Fredrik,” Ana said as she walked toward him, her voice calm and welcoming. She smiled and extended her hand for a handshake.

“Mrs. Evans, it’s nice to finally meet you,” Mr. Fredrik said, kissing her hand, his face full of smiles.

—

“The pleasure is mine. Please, take a seat,” Ana said, and Mr. Fredrik nodded.

Mr. Kings watched as Mr. Fredrik settled across from him, his eyes fixed on Ana.

He clenched his jaw. He could clearly see that the man was interested in his PA, and the way he touched her was completely unprofessional. And Ana—why was she smiling at the fool like that? He wondered.

“Mr. Kings,”Mr. Fredrik greeted, giving a slight bow of his head.

“Mr. Fredrik,”Mr. Kings acknowledged.

“It’s really nice to finally meet you. Miss Evans, you’re truly beautiful,” Mr. Fredrik said, his gaze soft as it lingered on Ana. Mr. Kings raised an eyebrow, his eyes flicking between the two of them.

“Thank you, sir,”Ana replied with a polite smile.

Mr. Kings cleared his throat, eyes still fixed on her. “I think we should get straight to business, don’t you agree, Miss Evans?”

Ana smiled awkwardly and nodded.

—

“You don’t have to hurry, Mr. Kings. I have all day. We can discuss business after lunch, isn’t that right? You kno—”

Mr. Kings cut Mr. Fredrik off, his gaze sharp and piercing.
“I don’t have all day. Let’s get through this and be done with it, alright?” he said, his voice firm, authoritative, and cold.

Ana took a deep breath. She could tell her boss was already getting irritated by the minute. She pulled out the document and handed it to Mr. Fredrik just as the waitress arrived with their food.

“You can take your time reading that contract,” Mr. Kings added coldly. “Any mistakes you make will cost you and your company everything.”

Mr. Fredrik swallowed hard and nodded. “I hear you, sir.”

“Eat your food,” Mr. Kings said to Ana, his tone commanding.

Ana nodded silently.

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Thirty minutes later, the meeting with Mr. Fredrik was over.

“Thank you for your time, sir,” Ana said politely.

“Thanks to Mrs. Evans. It was truly a pleasure spending time with you,” Mr. Fredrik replied as they all stood up. He walked over to Ana and took her hand, holding it longer than necessary.

Mr. Kings’ eyes narrowed as he watched the interaction, his jaw clenched while loosening his tie.

“I’d love to meet with you again, Miss Evans,” Mr. Fredrik said softly.

Ana smiled and gently pulled her hand back.
“I’d like that,” she replied, then glanced at Mr. Kings, who looked at her in surprise.

Mr. Fredrik laughed excitedly. “See you then, Miss Evans.” He moved as if to hug her, but Mr. Kings suddenly stepped in between them.

Ana gasped in surprise as Mr. Kings’ arms wrapped around her protectively, shielding her from Mr. Fredrik. Her heart pounded in her chest—shocked, confused, and feeling something she couldn’t explain.

Her eyes locked with his. The look in his eyes—piercing, intense—made her freeze. Something flickered there, something she couldn’t quite name.

Mr. Fredrik’s awkward laugh broke the moment. Ana and Mr. Kings both turned toward him, and Mr. Kings shot him a cold, warning glare.

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T.B.C