Lahat ng Kabanata ng SWEET TEMPTATION: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

CHAPTER 32 CAROL "Guys, the poor girl looks terrified." "Probably your fault." Will stood up and walked toward me; I couldn't stop staring at him. His index finger touched my chin, lifting it gently. "Are you okay?" "Yes." "Doesn't look like it." "It's... I just wasn't expecting this." "Look, they can be a bit crazy, assholes, loud, and even a pain in the ass. But they’re good people and they're my friends. With them, we don't have to pretend anything." "Plus, he’s marking his territory because he saw how Matt was looking at you," Gideon interjected mockingly. "Is that true?" I asked Will. "No!" they both answered in unison. "I’m going to kick your ass later," Will threatened him. "Easy, champ," I told him. I found it so sweet to see him so relaxed with his friends that I couldn't help myself: I took his face in my hands, feeling his stubble tickle my palms, and kissed him, forgetting everything around us. Whistles immediately echoed through the office. I pull

CHAPTER 34 CAROL "Hold on. I’d like 'her' to explain what the hell I’m missing first." "Fine. You’re such a pain," she sticks her tongue out at me. "This club belongs to my father; it’s new. Some of the places we’ve been to before are his too." She pauses, waiting for my reaction, but I already expected that from the articles I’d read. "I see you’re not surprised." "As his secretary, I knew from the first day I started working for him." "This is his newest project." "Was this place the reason he was so stressed yesterday?" "Dad is always like that. Work is his life." "He needs a break." "I’m leaving that in your hands." "Thanks." "Make him happy. I know you can." We left our things in the booth and went to join the other moving bodies... We danced, sang, and laughed like crazy. As if nothing mattered in that moment. Every so often, we’d go to the bar to order a drink; I couldn't remember the last time I’d had this much fun with Susan. "I need to go to the bath

CHAPTER 36 CAROL "Not right now. I don't even want to see you." I knew that was just my rage talking for me—a desperate defense against the intensity of what had just happened. "Of course." He ignored me with that smugness of his that sometimes drives me out of my mind. I rested my hands on his firm, hard glutes for fear of falling, though deep down I doubted that would happen; his arms were like steel beams holding me in place. I saw Susan on the sidewalk, with Henry holding her by the waist because the poor girl was trying to get to me, but he wouldn't let her. Henry is smart; he knows perfectly well not to stand in the way of a Will who has lost his mind. I hated myself even more for putting her in this situation. Seeing her cry tore my heart apart. From the first day I met her, I always looked out for her as if she were my own flesh and blood. I didn't want anyone, absolutely anyone, to make her suffer, and yet here I was—the reason for her tears just because she was tryi

CHAPTER 38 CAROL "Oh, shit!" I ran to the walk-in closet, stopping dead in my tracks at the doorway when I saw a torn piece of gray fabric lying next to my heels. I walked over and picked it up. A gasp of horror got caught in my throat when I saw what had happened to my poor dress: cut, ripped, stabbed... there was nothing left of it. I searched my purse and pulled out my pills; I saw I’d only missed two days—that wouldn't make a difference. In truth, I was too upset to care about that right now. I put on black silk panties and a bra, grabbed one of Will’s sweaters and pulled it on; it barely reached below my backside. I left my hair, still wet, loose. I headed downstairs with the scrap of fabric in my hands and went straight to the kitchen, where I found him in sweatpants and no shirt, leaving his entire torso for my enjoyment... a muscular body, well-shaped for his age. Focus, Carol. We're here for a reason, I scolded myself mentally. "William!" I exclaimed, more than a

CHAPTER 40 CAROL "Good afternoon, Marcus!" "Miss Carol, good day. You look much better today," the doorman greets me. I quickly recall how Marcus saw me arrive last night in Will’s arms, and I can’t help the intense flush that creeps up my cheeks. "I definitely feel much better," I smile at him shyly. "Good to hear. Mr. Ashford left word that if you went out, I should remind you of your date tonight." Was he making sure I wouldn't forget the dinner, or was he making sure I wouldn't run away? In any case, I had no plans to distance myself from him for a long time. "Thank you, Marcus." As I step outside, the sun’s rays greet me. I close my eyes for a second, letting the warmth wash over me. I slide on my sunglasses and start walking just as my phone rings. I don’t need to look at the screen to know who it is. "I’m sorry, Susan. I’m sorry I didn't call you sooner; I’ve been very busy." "Yes, I can imagine doing what," she replies with that mischievous tone. "I’m just a