DARKEST DESIRES

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♡♡MONET♡♡

As I watch Darren heading to his room, I can't help but notice the intensity of his expression. His left arm is slouching in his pocket, while the other is holding his phone to his ear, his jaw clenching and brows furrowing in a deep frown. He looks savagely intimidating, and I feel a shiver running down my spine.

"Wait," I call out, my voice barely above a whisper, as he reaches for the door handle. He turns to face me, his gaze piercing and unapproachable. He's ending his call abruptly, his eyes never leaving mine as I take a step closer.

"Liam is telling me you're visiting the orphanage," I say, my voice trembling slightly. He's hesitating, his eyes scanning me before nodding curtly. "Can I come with...please?" I ask, trying to sound confident despite feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze.

Even after all these days of getting to know him, I still can't get used to the way he's looking at me - like he's seeing right through me. But I hope he'll say yes, and I can join him on this visit.

I wait for what feels like a minute for him to respond, and when he finally does, he nods curtly and opens the door to his bedroom, shutting it behind him. I shrug it off, not letting the suspense he's leaving on my face get to me. I think to myself that his phone call is probably none of my business, and I shouldn't be worrying about his mood swings anyway.

I take a quick bath and dress in a white Reglan long-sleeved cropped top, pairing it with beige pocket cargo pants and my black and white Jordan One high-cut sneakers. I leave my black curly hair to drop to my shoulders, and apply a subtle layer of lip gloss to my rose-pink lips before shoving it into my black Prada purse. I grab my iPhone and pack it in my purse, along with my air pods and other essentials. I sling the straps over my shoulder and walk out of my room, ready to go.

I try my best to be on time, but I still find Darren already on the ground floor. He wears black jeans, ripped at the knees, a black shirt with a black leather motor race jacket. His black hair is nicely brushed up, giving him that 'bad boy' kind of look. He wears black sneakers with a red base, and the silver chain that never leaves his neck is accompanied by another, longer one with a cross. A black Patek Phillip 5326G watch wraps around his wrist, adding a silver chain design looking bracelet with a little diamond pattern. His fingers are adorned with rings that he never removes. The tattoos on the back of his hands look darker, possessive, and very attractive. He carries a heavy black travel bag over his shoulder.

I try to get used to his hot, merchandise appearance, but the fact that he's in no mood to smile gives him a dark look. He walks out of the house when he notices me, and I follow after him. His looks always have a mafia vibe that makes me imagine him as one. I hurry to catch up with him, my heart racing slightly as I try to keep up with his long strides.

I notice the way he moves with confidence and purpose, his eyes fixed on some point ahead. I wonder what's going through his mind, but his expression is closed off, giving me no clues. I keep following him, my eyes fixed on his back, wondering where we're headed.

I spot a heavy black Mercedes Benz truck parked outside, loaded with food, gift-wrapped boxes, and more. I smile, then look at Darren as he opens the trunk of his silver gray Lamborghini Reventón, shoving his bag in with a loud thud. I cringe, wondering what's inside. Darren clicks a button on his car key, and the doors of his Lambo fly open. I get in, and he follows, driving off at high speed with the truck trailing behind.

His silence is deafening, making me sick. His expression doesn't invite conversation, so I try to break the silence by staring at him blatantly. My gaze turns into an ogle, fixed on the tattoo of a dove's wings on his neck and the word "blessed" written below in thick cursive. I smile when I finally figure out the word.