INSATIABLE CRAVINGS
Insatiable Cravings – Episode 12
Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game}
TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.
Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.
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~ Dominic ~
There’s always that one person in your life you find yourself wanting to stràngle but can’t—mainly because you like them too much to go through with it.
It could be a sibling or a friend; in my case, it’s Dexter. He’s lucky he’s important to me, or he would have been long gone by now.
He’s busy laughing his head off because I spaced out for a moment and spilled hot coffee on my laptop. Somehow, he quickly figured out it was because of a girl. The reason? “I’ve never done that before.”
I can’t shake off the fact that Genevieve is mad at me. She hasn’t replied to my messages, and it’s driving me insañe. I know she’s doing it on purpose.
I send a message, she views it, and then ignores it. She’s méssing with my head, and she knows it.
Resisting the temptation that is Genevieve King is becoming increasingly difficult. I almost gave in yesterday when she put me in a position where she had the upper hand.
Our lips were barely an inch apart, and only God knows how much I wanted to close that distance, but I couldn’t. That’s a line I can’t cross—not with her.
There’s something about her that drives me wild. Something that makes me want to claim her as my own. That something is so powerful, it nearly pushed me to do something I’ve never done before—a kiss.
Fortunately, I managed to hold on to my strongest ally—my self-control—and told her no. She got upset and walked away.
But she didn’t leave my mind.
“I can’t believe this.” Dexter’s annoying voice yanked me back to reality. He sounded surprised or maybe in disbelief—I couldn’t tell. “Who is she?”
Genevieve King.
Of course, I don’t say that. Instead, I reply, “There’s no ‘she.’ I’m just stressed out.”
“By what?”
“First and foremost, you.”
“You’re just trying to change the subject. You like someone and don’t want to tell me.”
Now that’s just absurd.
I do not like Genevieve.
Just because she occupies every waking thought of mine doesn’t mean I like her. I don’t like her. I can’t like her.
I’m neither allowed to nor capable of doing so. It’s impossible.
I scoffed, masking everything that could betray my insides, hoping he can’t read me like she can. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, and I’d like you to stop.”
Dexter slammed his palms on my desk, causing my pen to roll to the floor. “Tell me, or I’ll find out myself.”
“Genevieve King is her name,” my lovely but sometimes unbearable sister declared as she entered my office in her school uniform.
She was wearing a pink hairband, as usual. She always finds a way to match her Silverlake Academy uniform with something pink.
“Is that true, Nic?” Dexter asked, his excitement starting to get on my nerves.
I shot him a heated glare, which only made him chuckle, and then I turned to my sister. She smiled widely at him, and he mirrored the expression.
“He’s totally obsesséd with her,” she said.
Why do people keep thinking that?
First, it’s Genevieve herself, and now it’s my own sister. Is it really so hard to understand simple English?
I. Am. Not. Obsesséd. With. Genevieve King.
“Do you have her picture?” Dexter asked my sister, and she nodded. Their friendship was irritating, especially now that they were ganging up on me. “Can I see?”
“She’s on Instagram. She has tons of followers and posts almost every day. She’s disgústingly pretty.”
“What’s her IG handle?”
“Genevieve King, what else?”
Dexter pulled out his phone and started tapping away at the screen. My sister leaned closer to him, smiling at whatever was showing on his screen.
God, when will this be over?
Soon enough, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed, “She’s hót.”
A strange feeling washed over me, and my glare at Dexter intensified. It was too late to stop the words that were on the tip of my tongue. “Say that again, and you won’t have a mouth or eyes.”
My threàt seemed to fall flat, as he didn’t even flinch.
“See?” Rory quickly chimed in, as if trying to make a crucial point. “I told you, obséssed.”
“How old is she?” Dexter asked.
“Seventeen.”
“A ten-year age gap isn’t that bad.” Dexter shrugged, as if it were just a minor detail. “My parents’ is fifteen.”
It’s not even about the age gap. Okay, it’s partly because of it, but mostly it’s about my objective: my vow to rúin the King family by targéting the easiest prey.
Turns out, she isn’t the easiest prey after all.
I watched Rory as she faced Dexter. “Isn’t that, like, illégal?”
“It wasn’t back then,” he replied nonchalantly. “What’s the legal age in the UK anyway?”
“I think it’s sixteen or seventeen; I’m not sure.”
Having had enough of this nonsénsical conversation, I cleared my throat, immediately gaining both their attention. “Rory, school now.”
Her smile vanished, replaced by a scowl. I ignored her and turned my focus to Dexter.
“You, work now.” I ordered firmly. “Don’t waste time on useless and unnecessary talks.”
With a scowl from my sister Rory and a frown from my right-hand man Dexter, I sighed in satisfaction as they complied.
Rory walked out while Dexter adjusted himself in his seat. I preferred him like this—professional and devoid of any unnecessary warmth.
“Don’t forget about your meeting tonight at Red. It’s very important for you to be there,” he explained. “The meeting is at eight, so don’t show up at ten.”
I nearly laughed, but it seemed my laugh button was broken because it wasn’t funny at all. “Is that all?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Bye.”
••
My eardrums were practically bleéding from the loud music blasting from the speakers. My gaze shifted from one head to another from the balcony where I stood.
Everyone seemed happy as they danced to the unfamiliar music disturbing my ears. I don’t understand why people love clubbing, but since it generates a huge amount of money, I, of course, joined the business.
Having numerous businesses is one of the many reasons people hàte me; they despíse successful people. Right now, I was supposed to meet with the Puerto Rican mafía to finalize yet another business deal to increase the flow of money in my possession.
“Good evening, Mr. Morozov.” A familiar voice greeted me from behind. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”
He didn’t need to keep me waiting long to make me añgry. I was already in a sour mood, so it was easy to provoke me.
“No problem, Mr. Matteo. Have a seat?”
Beside him was his own right-hand man, holding a briefcase. Mr. Matteo took his seat. “The flight took longer than expected; I apologize.”
He should be.
“It’s alright. Let’s get this done with,” I replied, impatient to leave once I signed the papers.
It was a partnership contract that would grant me twenty percent of his profit if he wanted to build on my land. He also needed àrms and ammúnition.
His right-hand man—whose name I had forgotten—opened the suitcase and presented the contract. After reading through it, I found nothing wrong.
Just as I was about to sign, the corner of my eye caught sight of Genevieve King. It took me almost a minute to tear my gaze away from her.
Why is she here?
Don’t react, Dominic.
I signed the papers, we shook hands, and they left.
“She’s even hótter in person,” Dexter said, standing beside me.
I knew he was referring to Genevieve since we were both looking in the same direction.
I turned my head to glare at him. “Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“Yeah, and?”
“Well, don’t look at her.”
“You know I’m bi, right?”
“So?”
“I could—”
“Complete that statement. Go on, I dare you.” I cut him off firmly. He backed away, hands raised in surrender.
Returning my eyes to her, I noticed she was uncomfortably close to a scrúffy-looking guy. By the look of it, he seemed to be flirting with her.
The angér stirring within me simmered with something else. I watched wordlessly until I could no longer contain myself.
I sent her a message; she didn’t even bother checking it. I sent another, and this time, she checked it, a frown spreading across her face.
I get it; she’s still màd at me. But if she doesn’t leave that guy alone, he will be deád.
My vision instantly fogged with a red mist when his hand wrapped around her waist, and she let him. She even seemed to be enjoying it.
So, I did something—and I don’t regret it because now I have her right in front of me as we wait for our meal to arrive.
Yes, we’re having dinner.
When you have money or the right last name, everything tends to fall into place. I wanted our dinner to be private, so I rented out the restaurant for the night.
Being alone with her isn’t the best idea after my close call yesterday, but I went ahead with it anyway. I realized I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else touching my Genevieve.
I still can’t shake the image of her black silk dress clinging to her curves just right since I saw her moments ago. Today, she wore heels instead of her usual boots, adding an extra allure that was completely unnecessary…though I can’t quite find the words to describe it.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she said.
“Like what?” I replied.
“Like you want to eat me.”
She wasn’t wrong.
For the second time today, I blurted out what I shouldn’t have. “What if I say I do?”
TBC📖✍️
