DESIRE AND LUST
Desire And Lust – Chapter 51&52
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
©Lana
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Two days before the trip to Paris, Anna and Joyce walked into a store that sold lingerie, women’s underwear, nightgowns, and other s+xy outfits. As they stepped inside, Joyce glanced at Anna with a playful smirk.
“Well, what outfit are you planning to wear? You know you’re going with the mighty Charlie Kings you might need something cute and s+xy,” Joyce teased, linking her arm with Ana’s.
Ana rolled her eyes. “I don’t need anything. I already have clothes. I have everything I need, so I’m perfectly fine.”
“Ah, come on, Anna. Don’t disappoint me. You have to choose something s+xy,” Joyce said dramatically. “Right now, we’re going to pick out some lingerie and new panties.”
“What?” Anna blinked at her. “I don’t need any new panties or lingerie. I’m fine. It’s not like I’m going on a honeymoon ,I’m going for work.”
“Whatever, dude,” Joyce shrugged, grabbing a hanger. “But don’t act surprised when Mr. Charlie Kings suddenly wants to take your clothes off and see you wearing old people’s underwear.”
Anna blushed instantly, eyes dropping to the floor.
“See?” Joyce laughed. “You’re already thinking about it. Now come on we’re picking out something sexy enough to turn Charlie on.”
Anna sighed but followed Joyce into the lingerie section.
Fighting Joyce was useless sometimes.
“Look at this one,” Joyce said, holding up a red lace set with satin ribbons. “Tell me this wouldn’t make Charlie forget what country he’s in.”
Anna groaned, covering her face. “Joyce, please.”
Joyce just chuckled. “I’m helping you! You’ll be staying with him. You think he’s going to let you walk around in baggy T-shirts and leggings?”
“They’re comfy,” Anna muttered.
“He’s not looking for comfort. He’s looking for a reason to behave ,and failing,” Joyce said with a wink.
Anna rolled her eyes but grabbed a sleek red lace set. “Fine. Just one. And only because I’m not dealing with your teasing the whole trip.”
“That’s my girl!” Joyce cheered. “Now go try that on. I’ll grab a few more just in case you suddenly grow bold.”
Anna sighed dramatically but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips.
“You know Charlie loves red,” Joyce said, holding up a lacey red lingerie set with a teasing grin.
Anna blinked, already flustered. “I’m freaking out.”
“I’ve noticed that,” Ana added with a knowing smirk.
Anna looked at her, cheeks warming.
“Mmm… how did you notice it?”Joyce asked
Anna bit her lip, thinking back.
Every time she wore red, specially those red panties , the way his eyes darkened, the hunger in them,the way he took his time undressing her , it was like the colour had a spell on him.
She even remembered the night she wore that red dress at the party? He couldn’t stop staring.
She swore his eyes practically undressed
her.
It made her whole body shiver just remembering it.
Joyce nudged her. “You’re totally replaying it in your head, aren’t you?”
Anna rolled her eyes as they stepped into the changing rooms.
.
She walked into the stall and started undressing, slipping into one of the red lace lingerie sets. Joyce stood near the door, waiting with a playful look.
When Anna stepped out, Joyce’s jaw dropped. “Wow. Look at you. You look so freaking sexy.”
Anna blushed. “Oh my God, Joyce…”
“I’m serious! If Charlie were here, he’d bend you over right there in that corner.” Joyce let out a dramatic sigh.
“Gosh, you’re crazy,” Anna said, face turning pink as she looked at herself in the mirror.
But deep down, she agreed. The lingerie clung perfectly to her body. It showed off her curves, dipped low at her chest, and the thong back left very little to the imagination.
She turned, checking every angle. “I look… kinda hot.”
“Kinda? Girl, you look like a walking fantasy,” Joyce said. “I’m telling you,he won’t survive seeing you in that.”
Ana hid her face with her hands. “You’re embarrassing me.”
Joyce laughed. “Just wait. Try this one next,” she said, handing over another red lace set this one even more daring.
“That one’s barely fabric,” Anna gasped.
“Exactly. That’s why it’s perfect,” Joyce winked. “Grab a green one too, and white. Oh especially the white. Classic.”
Anna sighed, laughing as she took the new set. “You’re too much.”
Joyce shrugged. “What can I say? I just want you to be prepared. Charlie won’t know what hit him.”
“I don’t need to prepare anything for him,” Anna said firmly, holding up the red lingerie. “Come on, I’m just gonna buy this, but he’s never gonna see it.”
Joyce rolled her eyes dramatically. “Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that. But I know Charlie—he’s bold. He’ll find a way to get under your skin… and under your skirt.”
Anna giggled. “You’re crazy, Joyce. I’m not doing anything for him. Buying lingerie for him isn’t that special. Honestly, I don’t even think he deserves it.”
“Why? Why do you think so?” Joyce asked, raising a brow.
Anna sighed. “You know why.”
“Oh come on, Anna. Don’t be so cold. I know Charlie. He wouldn’t keep someone around he doesn’t really like. I’m sure he likes you a lot,” Joyce said, gently nudging her. “And please, don’t say you’re buying these just for nothing. You need to buy them for yourself too. I don’t want my best friend looking like she didn’t learn a thing from me.”
Anna laughed. “I don’t need you to teach me how to dress, thank you. Mr. Kings already knows I dress well. I don’t need to prove anything.”
Joyce shook her head. “Girl, you’re about to spend a whole week with him in Paris. Do you really think you’ll be in the same room with him and nothing will happen?”
“I’m not staying in any room with Mr. Kings,” Anna replied quickly.
Joyce smirked. “Oh really? That’s funny, because you literally told me to book…”
“No, I didn’t!” Anna cut her off, turning to the mirror and slipping into another lace lingerie set.
She paused, staring at herself in shock. “Oh my God… This is not okay.”
“Holy sh+t!” Joyce gasped from the doorway. “Anna, that is so freaking hot. You must wear that one. That’s it. That’s the one for the event night.”
“What?!” Anna turned around. “I’m not wearing this. It’s barely covering anything! Look my butt’s out, and my core Joyce! … everything is showing!”
“That’s the point,” Joyce said, eyes wide with excitement. “It’s supposed to turn him on. This is perfect!”
“Nope, I’m not taking this,” Anna said, already trying to take it off.
Joyce grinned wickedly. “If you don’t take it, I’m gonna take a picture and send it to Charlie right now.”
“Joyce!” Anna squealed. “Don’t you *dare*! You’re not taking any pictures, and you’re definitely not sending anything to Mr. Kings. That’s so gross!”
She said though her heart raced just thinking about Mr Kings’s reaction if he *did* see her in this.
Her fingers hesitated as she adjusted the lace across her hips.
The idea of his dark eyes lingering on her like that made her nervous… and maybe a little excited.
Joyce laughed. “You know I’m not going to take a picture of you, girl. Relax, I was just joking. You should’ve seen your face!”
Anna rolled her eyes.
“But,” Joyce added with a wink, “it wouldn’t be a bad idea to take pictures and send it to Charlie, you know…”
Anna scoffed. “No way. I would never take pictures like that and send them to him. People use those things against you, especially when you fight. They’ll threaten you with it.”
“Charlie’s not that kind of person,” Joyce defended.
“Yeah, you can say that,” Ana replied with a shrug.
“You can take them and send them to Alison. I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”She added
“Ha! Girl, I don’t need to send anything to Alison,” Joyce said proudly. “He already knows I have way too much lingerie. I’ve got a whole closet full and guess what? He bought most of them. So why would I need to send pictures?”
“Really?” Anna asked, raising a brow.
Joyce giggled. “Seriously.i’m not sending pics to Alison.”
Anna chuckled as she started getting dressed.
“Well, I think we’re good now,” Joyce said, picking out the sets. “We’ll take those red ones, the white one, and the green set. That should be more than enough.”
Anna nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go. I’m sure these will do.”
Joyce smirked. “Oh, they’ll definitely do.”
Joyce looped her arm through Ana’s. “Ana… sometimes you don’t need words. When someone is serious about you, you feel it. Charlie? He may be messy, but when he loves , he doesn’t fake it.”
” Where is that coming from?” Ana asked.
” I feel like you need to know this so you can stop thinking that Charlie is playing with you” Ana nodded.And both stopped short in their tracks.
Fatima and Samantha were standing there.
And neither of them looked like they’d just bumped into them by accident.
Fatima’s arms were crossed, her expression unreadable. Samantha stood beside her, eyes flicking between Ana and the lacey lingerie draped over her arm.
Ana felt her stomach tighten.
“Looks like we walked in on a private fashion show,” Fatima said coolly, raising a brow. “Didn’t know Paris required that kind of outfit.”
Joyce didn’t miss a beat. “Well, some of us like to be prepared for every possibility.”
Samantha gave a small, smirk. “It’s… lovely, Ana.”
Ana’s throat felt dry, but she lifted her chin. “It’s just shopping. Nothing more.”
Fatima’s gaze sharpened. “Right. Nothing more.” Her voice was laced with meaning. “Just like being a PA is nothing more than managing schedules.”
Joyce took a step forward, her voice calm but pointed. “Is there a reason you’re both here? Or just browsing lingerie and throwing shade?”
Fatima smiled thinly. “Just making sure things don’t get… messy. This event is important. The company can’t afford distractions.”
Ana met her stare. “Then maybe you should focus on the company and not what I wear under my dress.”
For a beat, no one said anything.
Then Fatima let out a low chuckle. “Careful, Ana. Those kind of events has a way of exposing people. Let’s hope what’s underneath is as professional as what’s on the surface.”
With that, she turned on her heel and walked out, Samantha following close behind.
Ana exhaled shakily.
Joyce placed a reassuring hand on her back. “She’s just bitter. Probably wishes Charlie looked at her the way he looks at you.”
Ana bit her lip. “This is already getting complicated.”
Joyce grinned. “Then you’d better buckle up, babe, don’t mind them “
**
Outside, Samantha glanced at Fatima, who was trying to catch her breath.
“I thought you moved on from Charlie,” Samantha said carefully. “Like you said.”
“I did,” Fatima replied quickly.
But the look on her face said otherwise.
“You don’t understand,” she added, frustration creeping into her voice. “Maybe I’ve moved on from Charlie, but I was never like Annabella. I don’t even understand what she’s doing,trying on lingerie like that. And for who?”
“For him, of course,” Samantha replied, folding her arms. “It’s always been for Charlie.”
“You act like I didn’t have the chance to fight for him,” Fatima muttered. “I made a choice, Sam. I let him go.”
“Yes, and now look what’s happening,” Samantha said. “I told you to fight for him. This was all planned,But you pulled away. You changed your mind.”
“Come on, Sam,” Fatima snapped. “I thought we were done talking about this.”
“We’re not. If you’ve really moved on, why are you still jealous….?”
“Because I hate her!” Fatima shouted, cutting her off. “I can’t stand Annabella. I don’t care if I’ve moved on from Charlie, I’ll never like her. She’s the one person I can’t stand. And yet he’s just… forgetting everything we had.”
She turned away, jaw clenched.
“This isn’t why I came here,” she said, her voice low.
“So, are you going to Paris or not?” Samantha asked after a moment.
“And do what?” Fatima scoffed. “Stand there and watch him fall harder for her? No thanks. I didn’t get an invitation anyway.”
“I told you…”
“You told me what?” Fatima cut in. “That I should go there and throw myself at your brother like I have no pride left?”
Samantha fell quiet.
Fatima exhaled sharply. “Just forget it, Sam. Forget Charlie. Forget Paris. And most of all forget Annabella.”
