DESIRE AND LUST
Desire And Lust – Chapter 47&48
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
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“AHH, Charlie, you’re really a cold bastard,” Alison said.
“No, I’m not. I just don’t want to get hurt again. Telling a woman you love her only makes her think she’s above everything,” Mr. Kings replied.
Alison stared at him for a moment, trying to make sense of his words.
“I don’t think that’s true, man. I love Joyce, and she knows it. She’s never taken me for granted. But you—you’re playing a dirty game with Ana, and it’s only going to push her away,” Alison said.
Mr. Kings stayed quiet. The thought of Ana leaving him stung. She was his, and he wasn’t going to let her go. Not now. Not ever.
“I’m not playing her,” he finally said, his voice low. “I just… I don’t know how to do this right. Not with her. She’s different.”
Alison shook his head. “Then show her that. Be different. Don’t act like the cold-hearted CEO with her, man. She doesn’t want power games,,she wants honesty.”
Mr. Kings leaned back in his seat, staring out the window.
The city lights reflected in his eyes, but his mind was still on Ana.
“She makes me weak,” he admitted. “And I hate feeling weak.”
“Maybe that’s what love is,” Alison said. “Letting someone see the part of you you’re terrified to show.”
Mr. Kings didn’t respond, but deep down, he knew Alison was right.
****
Two days later, at the office
Ana walked down the hallway, the sound of her heels echoing against the marble floor. She reached Mr. King’s office, paused briefly, then opened the door.
He was seated behind his desk, head buried in paperwork.
She cleared her throat.
Mr. King looked up ,and froze for a second, as he take in her outfit.She was dressed in a fitted, high-slit skirt that reached just below her knees. Her crisp white blouse was unbuttoned slightly at the top, just enough to reveal a teasing hint of cleavage. Her heels gave her a powerful stance.
He smirked.
Ana rolled her eyes slightly, catching the way his gaze roamed over her body ,unapologetically, possessively.
“Good morning,” she said in a professional tone.
Mr. King rested his chin on his hand, still staring at her.
“I came to brief you on today’s schedule,” Ana continued, unfazed.
He didn’t respond immediately.
She went on.
“Not much is lined up for today, but I wanted to inform you that next week, we’re expected to attend the *Best CEO Awards* in Paris. Your name’s at the top of the list — and yes, you’re invited to attend.”
As she spoke, Mr. King didn’t hear much of what she was saying. His eyes were on her lips — the way they moved — driving him absolutely insane. The sway of her hips, the way her hand moved across the tablet… it all blurred into temptation.
His gaze dropped from her face, to her neck, then to her chest, then down to her waist.
She looked perfect, like his and damnit she was his.
And in that moment, all he could think about was everything he wanted to do to her.
Mr. King’s eyes lifted slowly to meet hers, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Paris, huh?” he said, his voice low and amused. “You’ll be coming with me, of course.”
Ana blinked, trying to keep her composure. “If it’s part of my job, I don’t see why not.”
He stood up from his chair, walking around the desk, his eyes never leaving her. “It’s not just part of your job, Ana. I want you there.”
She took a step back subtly, trying to maintain the professional boundary between them. “Understood. I’ll make the arrangements.”
Mr. King’s gaze softened just a little. “You look beautiful today,” he said suddenly.
Ana’s breath caught.
She was used to his teasing, the occasional flirtation, but this… felt different.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, quickly turning to leave before he could see the effect his words had on her.
“Ana,” he called just as she reached the door.
She stopped, hand on the knob, not turning around. “Yes?”
“You don’t have to keep pretending,” he said. His tone was calm, almost quiet. “Not with me.”
She hesitated. Her fingers tightened on the doorknob. Then, without a word, she walked out.
Mr. King stood still, watching the door for a long moment, a knowing look in his eyes.
✨At Fatima’s House✨
“Are you not going to take a seat,” Fatima said, a glass of wine in hand.
Her legs were crossed as she sat on the sofa, one arm lazily draped over the backrest. She looked at Samantha, who stared back, her face blank as always.
Fatima rolled her eyes. “Are you going to sit?” she asked again.
Samantha took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
What exactly was Fatima trying to do, provoke her? She didn’t like this feeling.
“So you’re telling me you’re just going to give up on him?” Samantha asked.
“Oh, that again?” Fatima sighed. “I thought we were over that chapter. Why are we still talking about it?”
“Because you were supposed to marry him, Fatima. That was the plan,” Samantha pressed, her voice rising slightly, though not loud enough to call it shouting.
“Then all of a sudden, you just gave up and walked away. How could you do that?”
Fatima stared at her and shook her head slowly.
“You know what, Sam? I don’t want to be with your brother. I’m done with him. I’m done being that woman who keeps getting used,,by him and by you……”
“What?” Samantha cut in, her voice sharper. “We’re doing this for you. You love Charlie, don’t you?”
“I did love him,” Fatima replied. “But now? I think it’s time I moved on. I want someone better. Someone who actually deserves me. There are so many men out there who could love me right,,why should I keep begging for your brother’s attention?”
“You don’t know him the way I do, Sam. Charlie is heartless,” she said, taking a sip from her wine.
Samantha watched her closely.
There was pain behind those words.
She could see it in Fatima’s eyes, but she wasn’t convinced.
“Are you planning something behind my back that I don’t know about?” Samantha asked cautiously.
Fatima raised a brow. “No. Why would I? I told you, I’m done with Charlie. He can be with anyone he wants. Me? I’m not going back.”
“Fatima…” Samantha said softly. “You love him. You’re really going to let that girl win?”
“Which girl?” Fatima scoffed. “Oh,,you mean Ana? Well, let her have him. That’s if he even really likes her.”
She leaned forward, her voice growing more intense.
“You don’t know Charlie like I do. He’s crazy, Samantha. A sick, obsessive bastard. He used me. He *knew* how much I wanted him long before he ever started dating Juliet, remember that? But what did he do? He went after Juliet anyway, even knowing she loved someone else.”
Her voice cracked with emotion.
“He pretends to be a good guy. Sweet. Charming. But deep down, Charlie is nothing but a big red flag wrapped in a tuxedo. And I’m done letting him break me over and over.”
Samantha stared at her, stunned into silence.
For the first time, she didn’t know what say or do.
“You know it wasn’t Charlie’s fault,” Samantha said, her voice low but firm. “He didn’t know that she was in love with Kevin”
Fatima scoffed” He knew, but still choose to be with her, and when she cheated on him, he ran back to me ” she took a deep breath and continued
“please, can we stop talking about him now? If this friendship is going to break over him, then so be it. I’m done “
Fatima rose to her feet abruptly, grabbing her wine glass.
Without saying a word, she stormed out of the lounge and into the kitchen.
Samantha followed close behind.
Fatima placed the glass in the sink with a little more force than necessary, took a breath, then turned to face her.
“Sam, just give up,” she said, her voice calmer, but edged with pain. “If Charlie finds out you’re the one forcing me onto him, he’s going to be pissed. And honestly, I don’t know why you’re fighting so hard for this. He’s your brother. Let him be. Let him fall for whoever he wants.”
Her lip curled slightly. “And if he wants to build something with Anna, then fine. Let him. he gonna throws her away like garbage,,like he did to me. That’s who your brother is. And honestly… you’re not that different from him.”
Samantha blinked. “Fatima, you don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Oh, I know exactly what I’m saying,” Fatima snapped. “You both always use people. For your own gain. You want me around because it benefits you somehow. You want Charlie’s company, don’t you? Isn’t that the truth? Your father already handed you one. But that’s not enough. You want Charlie’s too.”
“What difference is there between you two? None. Charlie only comes to me when he’s broken. When he’s been f+ked over. When he’s trying to escape. But the moment he laid eyes on Annabella, he act like I stopped existing. Like I was never there.”
Her voice cracked slightly. “So please… stay the f+k away from me. You. And your brother. I’m done with both of you.”
Samantha stood still, stunned, the sting of Fatima’s words settling into her chest like ice.
“I never used you,” she said quietly, her voice trembling but honest. “Not once.”
Fatima didn’t turn around. She kept her back to Samantha, shoulders rigid.
“I pushed you toward Charlie because I saw how much you loved him. I thought… maybe he just needed time. Maybe he’d see what was in front of him.”
“You didn’t do it for me,” Fatima replied, her voice low. “You did it so he wouldn’t fall for Anna.”
Samantha swallowed. “Yes… I was scared. I won’t lie. Anna is sweet and kind and not cut from the world we come from. She’s the kind of girl Charlie *should* love. And that terrified me.”
Fatima finally turned, her eyes glassy but strong. “Then say that. Own it. Don’t pretend you were doing this for me.”
There was a long silence between them. The hum of the fridge filled the space, heavy with unspoken emotions.
“I didn’t want to lose both of you,” Samantha admitted. “But maybe I already have.”
Fatima gave a bitter laugh. “Maybe you never really had us at all.”
****
✨At E.K ✨
Ana sat at her desk, staring blankly at the screen in front of her. The document she had been reviewing for the past thirty minutes remained untouched,,her mind was far from work.
Her fingers twitched above the keyboard as memories of Mr. Kings’s words replayed in her head.
“You don’t have to keep pretending. Not with me.”
The way his voice had softened. The way his eyes had locked onto hers like they could read every hidden thought.
She blinked quickly and exhaled, trying to push the heat from her face.
The knock on her door startled her.
She looked up, and there he was,,Mr. King himself.
Dark suit, white shirt unbuttoned slightly at the collar, sleeves rolled just enough to show off his forearms.
He looked like a sin wrapped in authority.
“Ana,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “Got a minute?”
Her throat dried up. “Y-Yes. Of course.” She stood quickly, smoothing her skirt.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
She could feel the shift in energy instantly,,the silence between them crackled with unspoken tension.
“I wanted to talk about Paris,” he said casually, but the way his eyes roamed over her didn’t match the casual tone.
She nodded, trying to focus. “Yes, the Best CEO Awards. I’ve already started organizing the flights, accommodations….”
“That’s not what I meant,” he interrupted.
Her brows furrowed. “Then what?”
He stepped closer. “I meant… us. In Paris.”
Ana’s breath hitched. “Mr. Kings…”
“Charlie,” he corrected softly.
She swallowed hard. He was close now—too close. Her back nearly touched the bookshelf behind her, and he was standing between her and any coherent thought she had left.
“Sir…” she whispered. “This… isn’t part of my job.”
“I know,” he said, eyes focused entirely on her lips.
“But I’m not talking to my PA right now. I’m talking to the woman who’s been driving me insane since the moment she walked into my office in that damn skirt.”
Ana’s knees felt weak.
He stepped even closer, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
“You say you don’t want me,” he murmured, voice low, “but every time you walk past me in that tight blouse, every time your breath catches when I look at you ,baby, your body tells a different story.”
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
Mr Kings leaned in, his lips barely grazing her cheek, then her jaw. “So tell me now, Ana,” he whispered, his hand resting lightly on her waist, “should I book a separate room for Paris… or just one bed?”
Ana’s breath came out shaky.
Her answer was barely a whisper.
“…sir, I don’t think that’s a good idea “
Mr. Kings’ gaze darkened slightly, but he didn’t move away.
Instead, he leaned in and pressed his lips softly to hers.
It wasn’t demanding — not at first. It was slow, coaxing… testing.
Ana’s fingers curled into the edge of the shelf behind her, torn between melting into him and pushing him back.
But then his hand slid lower on her waist, and the kiss deepened, turning hungry, heated.
She gasped against his mouth and instinctively placed both hands on his chest, pushing him gently but firmly away.
“Stop,” she breathed, her chest rising and falling quickly. “Don’t do this.”
He paused, lips parted, his brows slightly pulled together. “Ana..”
“No.” She stepped aside, creating space between them. “You don’t get to play dirty with me, Charlie.”
His jaw tensed.
“I’m just your PA,” she continued, trying to steady her voice. “This, whatever game you’re playing.it’s not fair. Not to me. Not when you’re my boss.”
His eyes searched hers, unreadable for a moment.
“You think this is a game?” he asked quietly.
“You tell me,” she shot back, her voice cracking slightly. “One moment you’re sweet. The next, you’re dragging me out of parties, kissing me like you own me, then acting like none of it happened.”
She shook her head. “I’m not some toy you can play with between meetings.”
Mr Kings ran a hand through his hair, frustration flickering in his eyes. “You think I don’t want to be serious with you?”
Ana crossed her arms. “Then prove it.”
The room fell silent.
Finally, she stepped toward the door, her voice calmer but firm.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Kings… I have a meeting to prepare for.”
And with that, she walked out, leaving him standing in the office,,alone, with nothing but the echo of her words.
T.B.C
