DESIRE AND LUST
Desire And Lust – Chapter 83&84
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
©Lana
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Samantha stood frozen for a moment, .
Her lips trembling with fury.
She bit down hard, trying to suppress the rage burning inside her.
Her cheeks still stung from the slap Anna had delivered.
“How dare you slap me, you bitch!” she hissed.
Ana turned, her eyes blazing.
“Call me that again, and I’ll slap you twice as hard. I’m not a bi+ch..you are. You hear me?”
Samantha scoffed, blinking rapidly, shocked by Anna’s boldness.
“You think you can talk to me like that? In my house?”
“keep talking shit, Samantha, and I might just kick your a+s next. Try me.” Anna snapped, her face flushed.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, then swallowed hard.
Behind her,.
Mr. Kings was standing silently, hands in his pockets, a smug smirk playing on his lips.
Samantha’s eyes darted to him.
“Are you seriously laughing right now?!” she snapped.
Mr. Kings leaned in slightly toward Ana, his voice low and smooth.
“Why shouldn’t I? This is… very entertaining.”
Then, near her ear, he whispered.
“I love this new side of you, babydoll.”
Ana’s eyes fluttered shut briefly, then opened.
She clicked her tongue in annoyance and turned, walking away with leaving Samantha seething in disbelief.
Samantha’s nose flared as she watched Ana’s hips sway confidently down the hallway.
Was she doing that on purpose?
Mr. Kings’s eyes followed Anna’s every move, shamelessly.
He exhaled heavily, his hand casually brushing over his trousers, trying to hide his hard cock.
“Are you serious?!” Samantha finally burst.
“You’re just going to stand there and smirk after she slapped me?!”
Mr. Kings shrugged.
“And what exactly do you want me to do, Samantha?”
“Oh,You don’t know because you were busy locking yourself in a room with your assistant on your engagement night?!” she shouted, her voice rising with every word.
He looked at her, clearly unbothered.
“I know I’m getting married, Sam. You didn’t need to come banging on my door like a maniac.”
“Really?!*l” she snapped.
“I shouldn’t have banged the door? When you were clearly trying to f+k your assistant? While you’re about to marry someone else?!”
Mr. Kings’s expression hardened slightly as he moved past her.
“For once, can you behave like my sister instead of some desperate, overbearing woman?” he muttered coldly as he walked away, not even sparing her a glance.
Samantha’s heels clicked sharply against the floor as she spun around, glaring at his retreating figure..burning with rage and humiliation.
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Ana walked back to where Ryan was.
She smiled faintly at him, then grabbed another glass of wine and downed it in one go.
The burn did nothing to calm the storm inside her.
Ryan watched her closely.
She looked… different.
Her lipstick was slightly smudged,.
Her hair messier than before.
Something about her had changed …..but he didn’t say a word.
He could smell a man’s cologne on her, faint but unmistakable.
He swallowed hard.
“Are you okay?” he finally asked, voice low.
Ana smiled again, forced but graceful. “I’m okay. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Ryan replied, though doubt lingered in his eyes.
Just then, someone tapped a glass.
A gentle chime rang out, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer began, “thank you for joining us tonight to celebrate the engagement of Fatima and Charlie Kings. The ceremony is about to begin. They are soon to be married, and we are all here to congratulate them on this new union.”
“Unfortunately, Mrs. Kings couldn’t be here tonight due to health reasons .she’s still in the hospital , but Mr. Kings’s father is here, and so are Fatima’s parents. So let’s begin the engagement.”
Ana’s throat tightened.
Her gaze snapped to Mr. King and Fatima, standing together hand-in-hand, ready to exchange rings.
Her chest clenched.
Her pulse roared in her ears.
Then she saw Clara step forward, presenting the box of rings.
“Well, we can begin now,” the announcer said.
Ana looked down just as Joyce appeared beside her.
“Joy,” Ana whispered, startled.
“When did you get here?”
“Just now,” Joyce replied, her voice gentle.
“Are you okay?”
Ana nodded, but her heart was pounding.
Her hands trembled slightly as she clenched the empty wine glass.
Was he really going to do it?
Was Charlie Kings really going to marry someone else ,.
Right in front of her?.
She stared at him.
Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she watched him take Fatima’s hand.
Time seemed to slow.
Was he really going to put the ring on her finger?.
Her breath grew shallow.
Her body trembled.
Her hands clenched at her sides.
And then… he slid the ring onto Fatima’s finger.
Her chest tightened.
Her vision blurred.
A soft whimper slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
Joyce, standing beside her, turned quickly.
“Are you okay?”
“I…I’m fine. I think… I think I need to step outside. Just for some fresh air,” Ana said, her voice shaking.
A tear escaped and slid silently down her cheek, but she wiped it quickly before anyone else could notice.
Joyce looked at her with concern. “Do you want me to come with you?”
Ana shook her head quickly.
“No, no. I’ll be okay. I’ll be right back.”
Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked briskly out of the ballroom.
Her heels echoed against the polished floors as she pushed through the large doors and stepped into the night.
Joyce remained standing there, glancing from the doors back to Mr. King and Fatima, now smiling and showing off their rings as guests congratulated them.
She shook her head, clicking her tongue in frustration.
“She shouldn’t have come,” she muttered under her breath.
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Outside, the cool air hit Anna like a slap, but it didn’t calm her.
She walked blindly to the side of the building, her hand pressed to the wall as if needing support.
Her knees gave out, and she crouched down, pressing her hand against her chest.
Images flooded her mind, his hand holding Fatima’s, his eyes not once glancing at her, the kiss Fatima had placed on his lips right in front of her.
It was too much.
She gasped for air, her chest rising and falling quickly.
“Please.., God,” she whispered.
“Please, I just want this pain to stop.”
Her hand moved to her mouth as sobs threatened to escape.
Her whole body trembled.
“Why did I come? Why did I think I could handle this?”
Tears streamed down her cheeks, one after another..
“Oh God, I can’t take this anymore”.
She was paralyzed.
Her hand clutched at her chest.
She felt like she was suffocating ..
like the air around her was too thick to breathe.
The pain inside her heart was unbearable.
Like a knife twisting with every beat.
She wiped her tears and sobbed again, but the tears wouldn’t stop falling.
She tried to stand, but her legs buckled.
She couldn’t stand up. It was too hard.
She gasped for air ..it felt like someone was choking her.
***
Meanwhile, Joy stepped out, her eyes scanning for Ana.
After Ana had left the ballroom, something in her couldn’t let it go.
She was too worried.
“Ana!” she gasped as she spotted her ,crawling on the ground, one hand clutching her chest, the other over her mouth, trying to muffle her sobs.
Joy ran to her, not minding her long heels.
“Ana!” she cried, her voice cracking.
“No!” Ana screamed, trying to back away.
“Help… someone… help…” Her voice was faint, her breathing erratic.
“Ana, it’s me! It’s just me …Joy,” she said gently, crouching down in front of her.
Ana blinked, her tear-filled eyes trying to focus.
“Tracy…” she whispered, confusing the names.
Joy didn’t correct her.
She knelt in front of her, hands trembling as she looked at her friend , broken, scared, hurting.
“Ana, are you okay?”
“I… I can’t…” Ana gasped, her voice raw.
Joy pulled her into her lap.
“Look at me. You need to breathe, okay? Don’t scare me like this. Come on. You’re not having a heart attack, you just… need to calm down. Just look at me and breathe. Deep breath, Ana… please…”
Ana gasped, struggling.
Something was blocking her throat, something invisible but heavy.
“Come on, Ana! Don’t do this to me!” Joy cried, her voice rising in panic as she see that she was closing her eyes.
“You need to breathe, okay? You need to breathe!”
Joy slapped her lightly on the cheek, trying to keep her awake.
But Ana’s eyes were closing … slowly, too slowly … and her body was starting to go limp.
“Help! Please, someone help!” Joy screamed, her voice trembling.
One of the guards came running. “What’s wrong? Is she okay?”
“Please, go call my boyfriend Alison! You know him! Please, just bring him now!” she cried.
Joy cradled Ana tighter. “Ana, open your eyes. Come on, baby, don’t do this to me… please…”
Tears rolled down her cheek as she rocked her friend gently.
“I told you this was a bad idea, but you didn’t listen. Please, Ana… just talk to me. Say something. Anything…”
“Ana, please…” she sobbed.
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Inside the ballroom, Alison, Ryan, and Mr. Kings were deep in conversation when one of the guards rushed up to them.
He leaned in and whispered something urgently to Alison.
His face changed instantly.
He looked at Ryan.
“I have to go. It’s Joy… something’s wrong.”
“I’m coming with you,” Ryan said without hesitation.
The two of them rushed out of the ballroom. Mr. Kings watched them leave, his expression turning from confusion to concern.
He took a step forward, ready to follow, when Fatima stepped in front of him.
“Where are you going?” she asked sharply.
“I need to see what’s happening. Something’s not right.”
“No,” Fatima said, her tone firm. “We’re still being introduced. People are congratulating us. You can’t just walk out.”
Mr. Kings looked past her toward the ballroom doors.
His jaw tightened.
“Fatima, I have to go and check what’s going on outside. This… this might be serious. I need to understand what’s happening now.”
“No, you are not going there, Charlie!” Fatima snapped, grabbing his arm.
“Today is our engagement day. You can’t just run off because something’s happening outside. It’s probably that stupid assistant of yours creating all this drama again.”
Her voice was sharp, determined to keep him from leaving.
Mr. King’s eyes narrowed. “Look, if it’s her, I have to check what’s going on. You’re not going to stop me. Step aside. Now.”
When she didn’t move, he shoved past her.
She stumbled, almost falling in her heels, but he didn’t look back.
He stormed out of the ballroom.
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~Outside~
Joyce was on the ground, holding Ana in her lap, tears streaming down her face.
Ryan and Alison ran toward them, panic on their faces.
“Joy, what’s wrong, baby?” Alison asked, dropping to his knees.
Joyce looked up, her voice shaky, eyes red.
“It’s Anna… she can’t breathe. Her eyes are closed. I….I think she’s having a panic attack or something!”
Alison leaned down quickly, checking Anna’s pulse.
Ryan stepped in.
“Can you do CPR?” Alison asked.
“I’ve got it,” Ryan said, already pressing Anna gently to the ground.
He started chest compressions while Joyce clung to Alison.
“We need to get her to the hospital. Prepare the car!” Joyce cried.
Alison nodded, then gently pulled Joyce into his arms. “It’s okay. She’s going to be fine. Just breathe, baby.” He kissed Joyce on the forehead.
Just then, Mr. King appeared, freezing when he saw Ryan’s lips on Ana.
His chest heaved, eyes locked on her.
Something dark stirred inside him..guilt, rage, heartbreak.
He took a step forward.
But Alison stood up and met him halfway
and punched him across the face.
Mr. King stumbled back with a grunt.
“What the f+k?!” he growled, holding his jaw.
“You don’t have the right to be here!” Alison snapped.
“LOOK AT HER!” He pointed at Ana.
“This is all your fault. You had the fucking nerve to put a ring on someone else’s finger while the woman you claim you love was standing there watching! And you thought she’d be okay?”
“I just wanted to see if she was alright…”
“She’s NOT alright!” Alison shouted, stepping forward again.
“I thought you weren’t going to go through with it. I thought that whole engagement was a fucking joke. But no. You actually did it. You really did it, and now fucken look at her.”
Mr. Kings tried to explain, but Alison punched him again.
“F+k! Alison, stop!” Mr. King groaned.
“What? You going to hit me back now?” Alison yelled.
“Go ahead. DO IT. You deserve worse. I didn’t know you were this heartless.”
Mr. Kings glanced at Anna on the ground, chest barely rising as Ryan continued CPR.
“Why the f+k is he kissing her?” Mr. King snarled, voice low and dark.
“Is that all you care about?! Ryan is SAVING her! She’s not breathing, and all you care about is someone else’s lips on her?!”
“Alison, STOP!” Joyce screamed.
She pulled Alison back, sobbing.
“This isn’t helping. Please… just let’s take Anna home. I don’t care about anything else. Please.”
Mr. Kings stepped forward again, softer this time.
“Joy… just let me see her.”
Joyce shook her head in anger. “No. Don’t come closer. Not now. Not like this, just stay away from us and from her.”
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