DESIRE AND LUST
Desire And Lust – Chapter 9&10
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
©Lana
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🌺 Background Song:’Cold Blooded By Chris Grey ‘🌺
Fatima stared at Ana, her nostrils flaring with anger. Ana clenched her jaw and bit her lip, anger rising up. How dare she? Was she her maid or something? Why would she order her around like that? “What did you just say?” Fatima asked, her voice erupting with anger. “I said I’m not your maid,” Ana replied, her voice and body language filled with confidence. She wasn’t going to let anyone walk all over her.
Fatima let out a bitter chuckle. “You are. You’ll do what I’m asking you if you don’t want to lose your job tomorrow, sweetie.” “Look, Miss Fatima, I’m not going to do anything for you. You can’t go around ordering me as if I work for you. I work for Mr. Kings, and not even married to him. How dare you try to order me around?” Fatima gasped in shock as all eyes fell on her, with anger building up inside her. She lifted her hand, wanting to slap Ana.
Ana grabbed her hand and stared at her, her face deadly. “How dare you, you bitch,” Fatima’s voice trembled with anger as she spoke. “Ana, Tima,” they both turned around as Alison and Mr. Kings called their names. Ana let Fatima’s hand go. Her eyes locked with Mr. Kings’ piercing and intense eyes, and she blinked nervously, shifting her gaze from him. She picked up her handbag and turned around to walk away.
Fatima stared at her with so much hate. “You can’t just leave,” she said to herself, and picked up the full jug of water, splashing it at Ana’s body. Ana gasped as the cold water came into contact with her back. Mr. Kings stared at Fatima, disappointment etched on his face. He clenched his jaw and walked to her.
“What the f+k,” his voice was low and hushed. Fatima rolled her eyes and stared at him, feeling like strangling him.Did he have to hire a f+kin woman to be his assistant? And the worst thing is that woman was just fucken pretty than her..
Ana shook her head, her heart clenched with hurt. Why did Fatima hate her that much? She stared at her for a moment before walking out of the restaurant, with everyone watching her. Tears fell at the corner of her eyes; she was the kind of girl who cried when she was hurting or angry. Her body trembled with coldness from the water, and she sniffed, taking out her phone to book a taxi.
“Ana,” she shut her eyes as Mr Kings’s deep and hushed voice called
“Yes, you don’t know what happened there, so why are you saying that she didn’t mean all that?” Her voice trembled with anger as she asked. Mr. Kings’ brows furrowed in surprise. Did she think she had just shouted? Her voice was so thin that he found himself chuckling. Ana stared at him, her face turning pink with anger. Did he just laugh at her? “You can laugh all you want, but you should tell your girlfriend to stay away from me. I’m not one of her puppies,” she snapped and turned around to walk away, but he grabbed her hand, stopping her.
“Look, Ana, you don’t have to take this serious. I’m sorry on her behalf,” he said sincerely. She nodded. “Have a nice day, Mr. Kings. See you on Monday,” she said, and he let her hand go. Ana got inside the taxi, with him watching intensely. She closed her eyes as her head pounded, and she could feel a headache coming on.***************
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Meanwhile back inside the restaurant, Ali looked at Fatima, his face speckled with discontent.
“Was the drama you pulled really necessary?” he asked, his eyebrows shooting up. Fatima rolled her eyes, still fuming with anger.
“Do you know what you did could ruin his reputation?” Ali asked with a hiss. She shot him a glare, and he clenched his jaw. He didn’t like her attitude; it just pissed him off all the time. She always found something unnecessary to do.
They both shifted their attention to Mr. Kings, who walked out, his face hard and speckled. “I have to go home. The lunch is off,” his voice came out with no room for arguments.
“But, Charlie, we…” His deadly expression stopped her. She slumped her lips shut and clenched her fist around her handbag. That fucking bitch, she cursed Ana under her breath as she rose to her feet and followed Mr. Kings out of the restaurant.
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Inside the car, there was a tense atmosphere. No one uttered a single word. Mr. Kings was busy on his laptop, while Fatima stared outside, watching the beauty of the city. However, her mind kept replaying the scene that had happened in the restaurant. “You are not even married to him,” Ana’s words echoed through her mind, and she felt anger and a pang of hurt in her heart. She shifted her attention and stared at Mr. Kings, who had his focus on his laptop. She cleared her throat, and his gaze fell on her for a moment before he looked away, annoyed.
“I really didn’t want to cause a drama; she just provoked me,” Fatima said, trying to gain Mr. King’s attention.
“Okay,” Mr. King replied, his eyes still fixed on the laptop.
Fatima groaned; why was he mad? “Charlie, I’m trying to make conversation, and you are ignoring me,” Fatima said, her voice a little louder. Mr. King finally stared at her, his brows furrowed.
“What do you want me to say?” he asked, his voice lower but firm. His stare was intense, which made her shift her gaze from him.
Fatima fiddled with her nails, her eyes down as she spoke. “At least… if you tell me how you feel, than to keep quiet like you are angry and…”
“F+k yes, I’m f+king mad! What was that, huh? We were supposed to have lunch together, but you had to get into a fight with my f+king PA for what reason?” Mr. King’s frustrated voice interrupted her.
Fatima flinched a bit; she could hear the anger in his voice. She was glad he wasn’t shouting at her, …
Fatima couldn’t help but wonder why he was being concerned and angry about her fighting with Ana. “She started it,” Fatima lied, fake tears filling her eyes. “I didn’t do anything to her, okay. She’s the one who came at me and started insulting me.”
“I told you to find someone better since she started working for you… You have changed. When was the last time you touched me?” Fatima’s voice trembled as she asked.
Mr. Kings stared at her, his expression unreadable. It seemed like her words didn’t even affect him. “Are you sleeping with her? Is she the reason for all our fights?” Fatima said loudly.
He looked at her, and something flickered in his eyes. She wasn’t good at reading people’s expressions, but she swore she saw something in his eyes. Was he really sleeping with her? She wondered, her jaw tightening.
Mr. Kings looked away from her with a low huff.
“You’re speaking nonsense,” he said as the car came to a halt in front of the Kings’s big mansion.
Fatima stared at the big mansion, amazed at how beautiful and big it was every time she came there.
“Let’s go,” Mr. Kings said as the driver opened the door for them. She followed behind him, and they took the front door, which led them to the elevator. They got in, and no one said a word. They were both quiet until the elevator stopped. They got off and walked into the house, which revealed the stunning living room. The room smelled of luxury, with a white L-shaped couch, white cushions, and a glass-top coffee table.
Mrs Kings settled there with a small book in her hands. When she saw him, Mrs. Kings’s face broke into a warm smile. “Charlie, you’re here?” she asked, her voice warm and welcoming. Mr. Kings walked to her and gave her a warm hug and a kiss on her forehead. She smiled.
“I miss you. You just don’t want to visit us anymore,” Mrs Kings said as Samantha, her older daughter, walked in. Samantha had short black hair, a round face, and cute pink lips. Her face had a hard and intimidating expression, but she smiled when she felt like it. She and her brother Mr. Kings didn’t have the best relationship like other siblings do.
Followed by Clara, the last born, who came after Charlie. She was a soft girl, calm, and always smiling. She also loved to joke around with her brother.
Samantha’s gaze fell on Fatima, who was staring at Mr. Kings. She could see that something was wrong between them. Samantha walked over to Fatima and tapped her on the back.
“We need to talk,” she said firmly, glaring at Mr. Kings before walking towards her room.
Inside Samantha’s room, Fatima paced back and forth, her hands trembling with anger. Her forehead was furrowed in a deep frown. Samantha sat on the dressing table, her eyes fixed on Fatima through the mirror. “What’s going on?” she asked, her gaze still fixed on Fatima.
“That…bi+ch! That f+king bi+ch!” Fatima shouted, her anger audible. Samantha raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“Who?” she asked. Fatima rolled her eyes and settled onto the couch in the corner of the room.
“Annabella Evans. She dared to talk back to me,” Fatima said, trying to calm herself down. “Where did you meet her again?” Samantha asked. “At the restaurant. She bumped into me, and I was angry. I told her off, but that bitch talked back at me. Ugh!”
“Tima, you can’t always fight with her. She’s not worth your time,” Samantha said, her eyes fixed on Fatima. She didn’t like Ana either; to her, Ana was just a low-class girl who didn’t deserve to work for her little brother.
“She annoys me. I just can’t tolerate her,” Fatima said, her voice dripping with hatred.
“Your brother has to go after her and comfort her? Can you believe that?” she added. Samantha’s eyes widened in surprise.
“I’m telling you, Sam, your brother just finds a way to piss me off all the time. And that girl…I wish I could just kill her, gosh!” Fatima snickered, her chest heaving up and down with anger.
“We can do more than kill her,” Samantha said with a smirk, her eyes filled with mischief.
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