Forbidden Desire

I left the room and sat on the bed, feeling like an idiot. Jason’s presence had ignited a fire within me, but my stubborn pride had extinguished the flames. I grabbed a nightgown and made my way to the bathroom, the cool tiles offering some relief from the heat of embarrassment that flushed my cheeks.

As I returned to my room, a jolt of surprise shot through me. There lay Jason, sprawled on my bed shirtless, his defined chest exposed under the dim light. He wore only gray sweatpants, his hair tousled in a way that somehow made him even more irresistible. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed him holding my penguin plushie, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

“Was that what was making you moan so loudly?” His voice was teasing, sending a shiver down my spine.

Rushing over, I snatched the penguin from his grasp and hastily stowed it away in the bedside drawer. Hiding my face in my hands, I could feel the warmth of embarrassment flooding my cheeks as he chuckled, taking my hand and pulling me onto the bed. I perched atop him, my hand resting on his chest as he drew nearer, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss.

“Were you thinking about me?” His voice, husky with desire, sent a thrill coursing through me as he nibbled at my lips with a mischievous grin.

“Huh?” I managed, my mind still reeling from his closeness.

“Did you think of me while you were touching yourself?” His lips trailed down my neck, eliciting soft moans from deep within me.

“Yes,” I confessed, feeling the heat rising between us.

“I guarantee I can make you scream much louder than that little toy,” he whispered, his hands sliding to cup my hips, sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through me.

With a swift movement, he flipped us over, his lips finding mine once more as our bodies pressed together in a frenzy of desire. Every touch, every kiss, sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both.

“I want you,” he murmured, his eyes smoldering with desire as he drew me closer.

“I’m yours,” I breathed, surrendering myself to him completely.

But then, with a sigh, he pulled away, a hint of restraint in his eyes. “I don’t think so. Let’s take a step back.”

Reluctantly, I acquiesced, though every fiber of my being screamed for more. We lay there together, wrapped in each other’s arms, until sleep finally claimed us.

The ringing of Jason’s phone stirred me from slumber, and I glanced at the caller ID, “Jiji.” Rolling my eyes, I traced my fingers over his tattooed arm as he mumbled groggily.

“Jason?” I called softly.

“Huh?” He blinked sleepily, his face softened by the morning light.

Drawing closer, I couldn’t resist stealing a kiss, tangling my leg with his as desire flared between us. His arousal pressed against me, igniting a fierce longing within me as his hands roamed my body.

“Jason, this is so hard,” I gasped, overwhelmed by the intensity of our desire.

He groaned in response, his lips finding mine once more as he devoured me with fervor. Every touch, every caress, fueled the fire between us, until we were lost in a whirlwind of passion.

But then, the phone rang again, interrupting our moment of bliss. Jason hesitated, glancing at the caller ID before reluctantly answering. My heart sank as I listened to his terse conversation with Jinhee, sensing the tension in his voice.

As he hung up the phone, frustration etched into every line of his face, I knew trouble was brewing. Little did I know how much it would escalate when Jinhee arrived, her presence casting a shadow over our newfound happiness.

“Hey sweetie, are you feeling better?” My aunt’s voice broke through the tension, but Jinhee’s icy demeanor sent a chill down my spine.

“Yes, auntie. How was your trip?” I inquired politely, hoping to maintain some semblance of civility despite the tension thickening the air.

“It was great, just being away from certain people was wonderful,” Jinhee replied, her tone laced with a hint of disdain as she gestured imperiously towards the suitcases.

“Come on, take these things to my room!” she commanded, her voice dripping with arrogance as she regarded me with thinly veiled contempt.

I remained silent, my jaw clenched in frustration, as I obediently hoisted the suitcases and trudged towards the master bedroom, with Jinhee following closely behind. Her eyes bore into me, a silent reminder of her perceived superiority.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did that day. You were hitting on my man. What did you think? That he’d dump me for a fat girl like you?” she taunted, her laughter grating on my nerves as I fought to maintain my composure.

With a resigned sigh, I turned to leave the room, determined not to dignify her insults with a response.

“I didn’t give you permission to leave! I want you to wash and iron the clothes I bought yesterday,” she barked, her voice dripping with malice as she pointed towards the heaviest suitcase.

My lips curled into a defiant smirk as I turned to face her. “Mrs. Park, today is my day off.”

“Day off? You’ll never know what that is again, you’ll never have a minute’s rest! You’ll never have peace in this house again. I’m going to make you leave here, for better or for worse, you insignificant girl! Never open your mouth to contradict me again! Now get out of my face!” she spat, her words stinging like venom as I fought to suppress the tears welling up in my eyes.

Before I could respond, a commanding voice cut through the tension, filling the room with an undeniable authority.

“No, Jinhee! You’re getting out of here NOW!” Jason’s voice thundered, his presence filling the room with an undeniable sense of power as Jinhee recoiled in confusion.

“What are you talking about, Jason?” she stammered, her facade of confidence crumbling in the face of his wrath.

“I’m saying that I KNOW EVERYTHING!” he declared, his voice cold and unyielding as he produced an envelope filled with incriminating photos, tossing them in Jinhee’s direction with a steely gaze.

As the photos fluttered to the ground, revealing Jinhee’s betrayal, a chill swept through the room, leaving me trembling in its wake. Jason’s icy demeanor sent shivers down my spine, his anger palpable as he confronted Jinhee with the truth.

“Jason…” I whispered, my heart aching at the sight of his pain.

“GET OUT OF HERE!” he roared, his voice laced with contempt as he forcibly ejected Jinhee from the room, his actions leaving me stunned in their wake.

Desperation filled Jinhee’s eyes as she pleaded for forgiveness, but Jason remained unmoved, his resolve unshakable as he cast her out into the cold.

“By the way, you’re not taking anything because everything here is mine! Go back to that fucking lover of yours, because now I want to see how you’re going to live without my money! Come on, Jane!” he spat, his voice dripping with scorn as he turned to leave the room, his hand grasping mine tightly in his.

As we made our escape, Jinhee’s accusations pierced the air, but Jason’s gaze never wavered, his disappointment evident as tears welled up in his eyes.

He turned his back to her and took my hand, and before we could leave the room she shouted. “IT WAS YOU, YOU BITCH! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO TOLD HIM EVERYTHING! ”Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Did you know about that?” he asked, his voice choked with emotion, as the weight of his betrayal hung heavy in the air, leaving me grappling with the shattered remnants of our once-promising future.