Insatiable Cravings – Episode 50

 

 

INSATIABLE CRAVINGS

Insatiable Cravings – Episode 50

Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game} 

TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.

Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.

By: Chukwuma Rejoice 

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

~ Dominic ~

I did what I had to do, and I’ll keep doing it—even the worst things—if it means seeing that smile on my Vixen’s face.

For the first time in all the bloódy months I’ve known her, Genevieve King came to me for help. Me—Dominic Morozov—no one else. And being the gentleman I am, I delivered, and I delivered dàmn well.

Now all I’m waiting for is her to come prancing in, dressed in that pretty black gothic number, right into my arms.

Hey, don’t judge me. I miss her. And to think it’s all because of that bloódy Maggot—or whatever the héll her name is—that I’m still waiting to feel Genevieve in my arms.

The emotions stirring inside me aren’t good. It’s pathetic, really, because I feel like some juñkie trying to quit his addictíon. But that’s not me.

I’ve got no intention of ever stopping this all-consuming addictíon called Genevieve King. She’s in my blóod, in my head, in my…

She’s fuckíng everywhere, and… and it’s terrifyingly peaceful. Like I’m surrounded by everything I love when I’m near her, when she’s in my arms. You know the most frightening part? The part I can’t even admit to myself?

Her arms around my shoulders, her fingers tangled in my hair—they feel like home. She feels like home. And God above, if He’s real, knows how bloódy dangeroús that is.

But like I said, I’m déad set on ignoring the warning signs. It’s like I can’t control myself around her, and frankly, I don’t want to.

I want it all—her destrúction and her redemption. Give it to me, as long as it means I’ll never lose her.

“Oh my, my. Rory wasn’t wrong when she said you were in love with someone.” A shiver ran down my spine as that all-too-familiar voice reached my ears.

Ivan.

Uncle Ivan was standing far too close, his hazel eyes on the same text I’d been obsessively rereading for longer than I care to admit. I hadn’t even noticed him because I was in too deep.

I cleared my throat, rolling my chair back to face him properly. “W-what? Me? In love?” My eyes slid shut for a moment, cursiñg myself for stuttering. When I opened them again, Ivan had his arms crossed over his chest, pinning me with one of those knowing, elder looks. “You…”

“You never stutter. What’s wrong with you?” His voice was stern, but I knew he was just taunting me.

“When did you get here? How long have you been standing there?”

“Which one would you like me to answer first?”

“The second one,” I replied, perhaps a bit too quickly.

“Well, my dear nephew, I’ve been standing beside you for about ten minutes before I decided to scare the life out of you. It worked, obviously.”

Far too well. Now, I don’t know if my heart is pounding because he startled me, or because of a certain someone’s message that I still haven’t replied to.

“Who is this girl that’s got you all flustered, Dominic? I just need her name.” He sat down, and I let out a heavy breath.

“I’m not flustered, and my sister’s just bored, looking for drama wherever she can find it.” The words felt wrong, like a lie, but I continued anyway. “And I’m definitely not in love.”

“Then, who is she?”

I knew he wasn’t prying out of malice. He practically raised me like his own son, and of course, he wants to stay up-to-date with my life and Rory’s. There was no reason to keep it a secret from him. After all, he already knew about my plans regarding the Kings. Well, except for the latest… developments.

“Um, Genevieve King.”

His smile faltered, vanishing in an instant. “Genevieve King, as in Kyle’s daughter?”

“Yes.”

“You’re grinning like a foól over Kyle’s daughter? The same Kyle you hàte? You… you’re in love with his daughter?”

“I’m not in love with anyone, especially not someone connected to that bàstard. We’re just friends and—”

“Don’t make excuses, Dominic,” Ivan cut in, his tone sharp. I dropped my head, tugging at my hair in frustration. “Rory mentioned how close you’ve become with this Genevieve.”

“What did she tell you?”

“Does it matter?” he snapped.

I may have earned a reputation as one of the most feared màfia dons, ruthless to a fault. But I could never stand up to Ivan. I’d placed him too high on a pedestal to challenge him.

“You’re in love with your enémy’s daughter,” he said slowly, as though trying to comprehend the words. “It’s as dangeroús as it is… fascinating.”

I must have misheard him.

“What?”

“Nic, it’s normal to develop feelings for someone you think you can’t have. Trust me, I know. But your case is different.” He smiled. “You can have her.”

“I don’t want her. Alright, that was a lie. I do want her. And I do have her. But that’s it. I don’t love her like that.”

“But you love her?”

“N-no.”

His grin widened. “You do. I can’t believe it—I feel like I’m sending you off to uni again. I might even shed a tear. My boy’s in love.”

I didn’t bother arguing. It was pointless. Ivan had already made up his mind, and there was no convincing him otherwise. His eyes were fixed on mine, glinting with amusement as he grinned, clearly enjoying this. There was warmth in his expression, the kind of affection that could make a person feel grounded. But not enough to distract me from Genevieve.

As if on cue, my phone buzzed on the desk. I glanced at the screen, spotting her name, Vixen, and shifted my gaze back to Ivan, who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“But wait. Isn’t she still in school?”

I sighed, picking up my phone. “Yeah, she’s eighteen.”

“A bit younger than your usual… companions.”

“As I said, Genevieve and I are just friends. And don’t even think about comparing her to the others—she’s leagues above them.”

“Absolutely in love. You, my boy, are well and truly whipped.”

“I’m not.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Too bad,” I shot back. “There’s nothing I can do about that.”

“There is, actually.”

The way he said it—sly, calculated—sent a wave of unease through me. He was up to something. I sighed, this time deeper. “What now?”

“Call her. Put it on speaker.”

The corners of my mouth twitched, but I fought the smile. “That’s it?”

“No,” he replied, smirking.

I stared at him blankly, waiting for the catch. He took his sweet time, savoring the moment. My patience was thinning as he leisurely crossed his legs, clearly enjoying this more than he should.

“Talk to her,” he finally said, dragging out every word. “Without smiling the whole time.”

Yeah, I can’t do that. But I sure as héll wasn’t about to admit it. That would only prove Ivan right—that I was falling for Genevieve. Which, by the way, I wasn’t. We were fine just like this. Me not loving her. Her not loving me. Simple.

Ivan chuckled darkly. “Can’t do it, huh? Just admit you love her.”

That flicked a switch in me. An absurd wave of determination surged through my veins, and I arched a brow at him as I dialed her number. It barely rang twice before she picked up.

“You left me on read,” was the first thing out of her pretty little mouth, and suddenly, the challenge became ten times harder. “Why?”

“What?”

“Did I speak Japanese?”

“I hope not. I don’t understand a word of it.”

Genevieve huffed, and though I couldn’t see her, I could sense the smile playing on her lips. Don’t ask how—I just knew.

“So?” I pressed. “You good, yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m good. I love it when you worry about me.” Her voice wrapped itself around the room, filling every corner of my office.

This space missed her, even though it’s only been a day since she wasn’t here. And I’m missing her, too.

But the way that word, love, kept coming up was unsettling. First Ivan, now Genevieve. I swear, the next person to say it will get an earful.

“Did you like my surprise?”

“Yes, that’s why I called you earlier. You didn’t pick up.”

“I was busy.”

“With what?” she demanded. “You ignored my messages, missed my call—what’s next?”

“Vixen…”

“You know what? Never mind. My plan’s working, and it’s all thanks to you, so… thank you.”

“Ее план работает, но твой провалился.” Ivan chimed in from the side in Russian. 

<Translation: Her plan’s working, but yours has failed>

“I’m going to need more than that,” I told her, trying to hold onto my self-control—though it was rapidly slipping away around her.

“I’m still grounded, but I can meet you tomorrow, after school.”

Tomorrow? That’s ages away. I hàte this.

Sensing my frustration, she added, “We can video call tonight.”

I nearly caved. My lips almost curved up into a smile. But I pushed it down, hard. Ivan was enjoying this too much, like all he needed was popcorn to really settle into the show.

“And maybe,” she continued, her voice softening, “if you finally agree to be a stálker, I’ll leave my window open for you to sneak in tonight.”

I lost it. My lips curled into a smile before I could stop them. “I’m not a stálker, Vixen,” I said with a grin. “But I’ll think about your generous offer.”

“Generous?” she scoffed. “Oh no, that was a demand. I haven’t seen you in hours… and I don’t like that.” Her voice dipped into something breathy, sending a rush through me. “Come over tonight?”

I didn’t need her to ask me twice. Of course, I wanted to be with her. But I was feeling particularly smug.

“Say please.”

She muttered something I couldn’t quite catch, then finally said, “Please?”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it.”

I could hear the smile in her voice. “You better come. Bye… and thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied, smirking as I hung up.

Ivan was shaking his head, grinning like he’d won some unspoken bet. I didn’t care. All I could think about was seeing her tonight.

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