Seduction: The Taste of Lust

Chapter 1: New York

Welcome to Seduction: The Taste of Lust

He was ruthless they said, a womanizer with a daring personality to hijack everyone's life, one mistake, and my world was in his hands, 

Without realizing I gave him everything, my past, my future and my present was all in his favor as he silently made his move toward me,

I was naive to believe him, foolish to get played by words, and fucking stupid to believe his actions, "trust me" he said then why am I regretting this. 

One game.

One game was enough for him to ruin my world, to ruin me, cause slowly and slowly he made me addicted to him. My body lost its control and shamelessly got tangled up with his, 

But one thing that I brutally wanted to lose was still inside me and because of that I still had time to save myself, 

My body was shaking, my hands were trembling when I saw the man in front of me. He was not the man I fell in love with, 

Fingers covered in blood, forehead creased like a satan as he made his moves towards me, "Sweetheart, you shouldn't be here" The voice that once thumped my heart gave me chills as I slowly took a step back from him.

"You need to leave," Whisper that terrified my soul. He wasn't joking, he wasn't a saint, he was a monster who was hiding behind the cloak of kindness all this time.

How come I never saw this look of his? Was I so blinded by love that his true face became so faded in my eyes? 

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"Ladies and gentlemen, we've just been cleared to land in New York. Please make sure one last time your seat belt is securely fastened. The flight attendants are currently passing around the cabin to make a final compliance check and pick up any remaining cups and glasses. Thank you."

The flight attendant informed us from the intercom. I stretched my arms up and removed the headphones. The business class like always is very spacious. I snicker closing the magazine I was reading.

The flight was about to land and I prayed that this time maybe one of my friends would come to pick me up. I am already tired from this 21-hour flight from Singapore that my strength to call a cab is close to zero. Maybe minus. 

At least my manager should be there, I hoped.

Twenty-five minutes later, the flight safely landed and all the flight crew thanked us before they cautiously boarded everyone out from the plane. It didn't take me long to exit the airport from there and cover my face beneath the black mask and a baseball cap. 

This isn't Singapore, almost everyone here knows me. My face and my name. Even with a mask on, I was getting looks from the people. God, I hope someone has come to pick me up. I don't know how long I'll be able to manage the prying eyes from looking at me.

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I expected this to happen but actually facing it is making me mad.

"Assholes," I closed my eyes trying my very best not to scream, Of course, no one came to pick me up, I mean why would they when it's a fucking Friday night. I bet everyone is watching a movie or something on my Netflix account.  Wait, till I reach home. I am taking my account back. 

I still decided to wait hoping at least one of them would show up before giving up and booking the cab myself when,

"Veronica" a familiar voice came from behind me. I smiled recognizing who it belonged to. 

"Finally someone decided to show up," I said putting my phone down.  My best friend. The only person who cared enough to show up was standing in front of me.