Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

Alex sighed and returned his attention to the city view. This was the only issue he had with Michael; he knew all along that Michael would mock and jest since he had vowed never to marry.

“You can laugh as much as you want, dear Michael. It’s utterly comical,” he hissed, sitting back down and observing his friend who couldn’t seem to stop laughing.

Michael envisioned NYC’s most eligible bachelor walking down the aisle with his bride, exchanging vows. “Oh my goodness! This is the funniest and most intriguing news I’ve ever heard. Bless that old man!” Michael exclaimed between fits of laughter. “I can’t wait to tell Claire. Don’t worry, you can focus on finding the bride, and we’ll handle the rest, dear soon-to-be husband.”

Alex rolled his eyes at his best friend. “Get out of my office,” he muttered, his lips involuntarily curling into a hidden smile as he watched Michael rise from his seat, struggling to stifle his laughter as he bid his byes and exited the room.

Once Michael left, Alex sighed, closing his eyes. He felt confused about his next steps regarding his father’s request. Allowing his father to choose a wife for him would undoubtedly lead to disaster.

Not yet was he certain of his readiness to commit to any woman as his father sought a wife for him.

Pearl’s call interrupted him and upon seeing her name on the caller ID, his face contorted into a frown. He disregarded the call, forcefully placing his phone on the table guilt of sleeping with his stepmother weighed heavily on his conscience. Since leaving home, she incessantly called and bombarded him with countless provocative photos and seductive messages, often partially nude.

Despite blocking her number multiple times, she consistently found a way to reach him through different numbers. Alex had contemplated revealing to his father the true nature of the woman he believed to be a suitable wife, but he dismissed the thought. She seemed to be a perfect match for his father, who was also preoccupied with other women.

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After a nasty breakup that left her almost seeking solace in suicide, Serena remained confined indoors, drowning in a sea of tears. She wasted away, her complexion growing pale, her hair disheveled. She made numerous attempts to stalk Simon, her mind fixated on the first night he broke up with her three weeks ago. Retrieving her phone, she felt a glimmer of relief upon discovering that he had not blocked her. Serena visited his Instagram profile, only to find that he had made a post, proudly announcing his new relationship with Amy.

Simon garnered over a thousand views and received congratulations from people. Amongst the comments, one caught Serena’s attention. Someone inquired about her, and Simon’s response brought forth a fresh wave of tears. He declared that she was a thing of the past and expressed his delight in embarking on a new life with his newfound love.

Serena cried herself to sleep, emptying every bottle of alcoholic and non-alcoholic wine in the once-shared apartment she had with Simon. Everywhere she turned, their pictures hung on the wall, a painful reminder of what once was.

After two more weeks of tear-soaked anguish, she mustered the strength to remove every trace of their shared memories from the walls. Letting out a blood-curdling scream, she shattered the glass frames and gathered every item he had ever gifted her, leaving nothing behind.

Engulfed in flames, she observed its fiery demise.

Surrounded by the emptiness of her room, Serena collected her belongings with determination to rebuild her life miles away from her current whereabouts. She made a solemn vow to do everything within her power to overcome Simon indefinitely.

A week later, Serena found herself in a beautiful apartment, but with limited funds that would barely last her for two months. The thought of seeking employment crossed her mind, yet she decided to indulge in the weekend before embarking on the job hunt for the new week.

Stepping into the bathroom, Serena took her time to cleanse herself, eradicating every trace of Simon’s touch. The weight of his presence made her feel dirty, prompting her to scrub her body vigorously, trying to rid herself of the memories of five years wasted on a despicable man.

Emerging from the bathroom minutes later, Serena felt refreshed. She retrieved a box containing a black dress she had purchased earlier that afternoon, determined to make it hers despite her limited finances.

Sitting in front of the mirror, she critically observed her reflection. Dark circles under her eyes were skillfully concealed with foundation and concealer. A touch of powder and a coat of red lipstick completed her look.

Slipping into the dress, a short and revealing design that accentuated her cleavage and perfectly molded to her curves, Serena felt a surge of confidence. She released her blonde hair, adding some curls for added allure. She couldn’t help but smile at her reflection, acknowledging her attractiveness as she prepared to enjoy a night of excitement at the city’s most lively bar.

Serena found herself in the bustling bar, her nearly empty glass serving as a companion. She cringed as she noticed numerous men devouring her with their lustful gazes. After dancing to her heart’s content, she took a break and observed a man approaching her. He was tall, with dark, neatly styled hair and a tan complexion that hinted at his impressive physique, including pronounced muscles.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

A tingling sensation surged within her, sensing that he might possessed incredible prowess in the bedroom. Perhaps he could invoke those sensations within her that Simon had never been able to elicit.