Lahat ng Kabanata ng TEMPTING THE LONER: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

- CAMERON - She walks out. I turn around, backing the door of my bathroom. “I didn’t mean to walk in like that. I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful.” I assure instantly, without daring to turn to look at her. I can feel her presence though. I know she’s staring at me. “It’s okay Cameron, I know. I trust you.” Her words make my breath hitch. She trusts me? She doesn’t even know me. I attempt to turn before it hit me. “Sorry.” I say. She might be naked. Again. A giggle leaves her lips. “It’s fine, Cameron, I have a towel around my chest.” Oh. Is she fine with me staring at her when she’s like that? “I’m going to turn around.” “Be my guest.” She hums. I steadily turn, taking my time on purpose. The moment I faced her, my gaze meets her playful smirk. I can tell it’s a taunt. My face flattens. “What? Scared to see a little tittie?” She tsks, rolling her eyes. I can’t believe for a second that I chose to be decent. I return her smirk with a half grin. “Be careful what

- CAMERON -“It’s been confirmed. Your concern is true, Cameron. You have every reason to be cautious than usual.” The Lawyer says to me. I’m sat comfortably on a chair facing his desk in his private office hidden behind his private chambers, that being his room. My elbow leans in the arm of the chair and my fingers support my head leaning on it, while tapping gently on my forehead. I’m not surprised. That man was following me. I am highly relieved that it has nothing to do with Emily but this is certainly something to worry about. I can’t have someone on my tail when I am trying to ignore a life I was once deeply entangled to. One I dived back into the moment a dumbass in a club dared to lay his hands on Isobel. I let out a sigh.“Can he be killed?” I ask coolly. Apparently, killing someone is the fastest way to get rid of them, but if I execute this being without finding out who he is and who he works for, how sure would I be that the person he’s under won’t send more people after

- CAMERON - I stuck by her side because it seemed that someone was following her. And I stood true. Normally, my hunch would’ve been directed at the fact that I was present in the supermarket coincidentally at the same hour but when I stopped back to look at her, I noticed she was being watched. The Lawyer was proven true to his words. I cannot and will not abandon this woman now. Not when her safety is at risk because of me. “That’s my ride.” I say the moment I get to my car. I unlock my car and open the boot to load my items in. Isobel just stood and watched. Did she come here alone? Does she have someone waiting for her? Did she bring a car? I don’t know and I surely don’t know if it’ll be rude to ask but part of me desperately wishes she’s alone and car-less. Just so I can take her home. And know where she lives. I’m dying to know. Not only would it give me an upper hand to allocating her with the best protection, but I get to. . ., to put it decently. . ., stalk her

- ISOBEL - “You know, when I imagined you living alone, I definitely didn’t expect a place this huge.” Nina calls from my living room. We just got home, my home at least. “What can I say? I love my space and comfort.” I reply, marinating the chicken. I’ve made a sauce with the vegetables. All I got to do now is mix it with some rice and we’d have a nicely cooked meal. This should not take more than a few minutes, half an hour if I want to be kind of exact. “Yeah, I sure can see that.” I hear a thud like something weighty falling on a soft surface and I assume she just humped on my sofa. We’ve been here for quite a while. Not too long ago but long ago for me to start preparing something to eat. I enjoy having good food. It’s the least I can give this healthy body of mine. I walk to the gas cooker and take the pot lead off, dipping a tester spoon into the pot to have a taste of what I’m cooking. Yup, I’ve still got it! This is nicely spiced. I return the on the pot to cover it

- ISOBEL -I don't know where we're going. I'm dressed fancily in my living room, waiting for my Uber.Part of me would've loved to be picked up, there's this thrill derived from making someone wait for you while patiently taking your time getting ready. I can't describe it but it is fascinating. A half smile forms on my face as I stare across the room. Everything is pitch black. Not even a single light is turned on in here and I prefer it this way.Just me in a fancy dress with my fancy purse sitting on my living room sofa. I rest my head backwards and close my eyes. I missed this. Getting dolled up. . . Having someone anticipate my arrival. . . Going on dates. I missed living like a girl. A very pretty and seductive one.I ding catches my attention. I don't need to ponder to know what it is. It's my phone. My driver must be here already. I guess it's time to go and have the night of my life. I push back up the sofa first before lifting my body up. I hope I'm not over dressed. The la