Sinful Desires

A Dangerous Attraction

Isamaila's pov:

I walked out of that room, shaking uncontrollably. My body trembled so violently that I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I never expected this to unfold like that, especially not when meeting Isaiah for the first time. The moment I saw him, I couldn't deny that he was undeniably attractive. He would've been much more appealing if it weren't for the horrific crimes he had committed. But even with his striking appearance, there was a darkness to him, a hatred that oozed from every word he spoke.

I knew I was stepping into a room with a monster, but I didn't expect him to be so cocky about the therapists he'd murdered. It made my stomach churn. What disturbed me even more was the fact that he smirked with that filthy blood still staining his lips. It was as if he didn't care at all that I was in the room. "I'm so sorry you had to witness that, Isamaila. We'll make sure he's stabilized tomorrow," Robinson said. I gave a slow nod. "It was a long hour. You should get going back home to relax," he said, opening the car door for me.

I got into the car and fastened my seatbelt, glancing out the window to see that Robinson wasn't getting in. "Aren't you coming?" I asked, furrowing my brows. Robinson shook his head. "Not yet. I'm waiting for the medication I ordered for him to arrive either today or maybe tomorrow. I'm going to call the pharmacy and check if they've shipped it yet or if it's still on the way," he explained.

"Oh, alright," I said. "Don't let it get to you. Your bodyguards will take you home. Just try not to think about today," Robinson said as he entered the facility and shut the door behind him. The driver started the car, pulling us away from the facility and back onto the road. I had thought the drive back would be quick, but I forgot that this place was two hours away. I settled back in my seat, closing my eyes, hoping to catch a nap along the way.

But it didn't work. 2 hours passed, and I finally arrived back home. I stepped out of the car and waved goodbye to my bodyguards, but they didn't bother to wave back. I rolled my eyes and made my way inside the house. I was hungry, and it was still only the afternoon. I needed to call Idalia and tell her about what happened today. She was always both shocked and intrigued by the things I'd go through. It's just how she was. I flopped down on the couch, pulling out my phone to dial her number.

I dialed Idalia's number and waited for her to pick up. "Hello?" she answered. "I have so much to tell you," I said. "Wait, save it! I'll call you once I finish work. It's a bit hectic here," she replied. In the background, I could hear people singing and cheering. I furrowed my brows, confused, as Idalia quickly hung up. "That's weird," I muttered to myself. I got up and made my way to the kitchen. All I had the energy to make was Mac and Cheese with chicken strips on top. I carried it back to the couch, sat down, and turned on the TV.

I settled back on the couch, watching my favorite series as I ate. A few hours later, my phone buzzed again. I grabbed it from the couch and saw it was Idalia calling. "Finally," I muttered, picking up the phone. "Hello?" Idalia answered. "Hello, are you off work?" I asked. "Mhm, just got off. I'm waiting for my ride," she said. "You didn't drive today?" I questioned. "I couldn't. My AC wouldn't turn on," Idalia explained. "Oh," I said. "Well, how was it?" Idalia asked.

"It was hell," I said. "What did you expect? You knew you were working with an inmate," Idalia chuckled. "It's not funny!" I exclaimed. "I know, hey! At least you're alive," Idalia teased. I rolled my eyes and began telling her everything, detail by detail. blood. "Ew," Idalia muttered. In the background, there were some movements, followed by the sound of a door shutting. "Are you in the car?" I asked. "Yeah," Idalia replied as she got settled. "Continue."

"It was just that," I said. "Oh?" Idalia responded, "I thought there was more." I shook my head and sighed. "I don't know why I took this job," I muttered. "For money? Duh," Idalia said. "I'm also playing with my life here! What if he snaps and kills me right then and there?" I asked. "That's why you have bodyguards," Idalia reassured me. "Still, I feel like I should get a taser or something," I said.

"Now you're just overreacting! Now skip and tell me how he looks," Idalia said. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Well, he's kind of attractive," I said. "You find an insane motherfucker attractive, Maila? Come on now!" Idalia exclaimed. "If you saw him, you would too!" I said. I began to describe Isaiah to Idalia. Her facial expressions shifted from frowning to relaxed. "Well?" I asked.

"He seems and sounds like a fuck boy," Idalia said. "You think?" I asked. "Absolutely!" Idalia said. Idalia and I continued talking about what happened today. I kept yawning between my sentences, which made Idalia stop mid-sentence. "Are you tired?" Idalia asked. "Yeah, I guess it's because of the stress I had." "Well, take a nap then," Idalia said. "Are you home? I don't want to leave you alone," I said.

"I'm almost home; don't worry about me," Idalia said. "Well, even if I'm asleep, let me know when you're home," I said. "I will; don't worry. Sleep well, Isa," Idalia said before hanging up. I turned off my phone and went upstairs to my room. I didn't worry about the dishes because I knew I'd do them tomorrow when I came back from work. I plopped down on my bed and got comfortable. Before closing my eyes, I thought about tomorrow and what was going to happen. I thought about seeing Isaiah again and how he would act.

Robinson told me not to worry that he'd be "tamed" tomorrow, but would he?