Sinful Temptation (BWAM) (slow updates)

Chapter 10

Lust.

The third sin, a form of faithlessness, and a harmful distraction that pulls one away from God.

And despite that, Aarav simply couldn't remove Ameera from his head. It wasn't just how her body fit in his hands, or the way she tantalized his taste buds. It was the way she made him feel... alive, in ways he hadn't felt in years. It was the devious smile that graced her mouth whenever she caught him staring. The way his heart raced whenever she teased him.

Tonight was no different. Despite his promises to himself and the guilt that weighed heavily on his conscience, Aarav found himself staring at Ameera's name on his phone screen. The device lay in his palm, its cool metal a stark contrast to the heat building inside him. He glanced over at Elizabeth, his wife, sleeping soundly beside him. Guilt twisted in his gut, but desire burned brighter.

With a sigh, Aarav slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Elizabeth. He padded quietly across the carpeted floor to the balcony, the night air greeting him with a cool embrace. Closing the glass door behind him, he leaned against the railing and dialled Ameera's number.

"Hello?"

Ameera's voice, soft and inviting, sent a shiver down Aarav's spine. He settled into the hammock, pushing his glasses up into his hair with a nervous twitch.

"Ameera, hey," he greeted, his voice betraying his inner turmoil. His voice shook a bit, making him reminisce back to when he was younger and talking to one of his crushes. But that was not the case here, most definitely not. He'd get over it 'soon'. Shuffling was heard over her side of the phone before she replied.

"Aarav, we just saw each other yesterday. Missed me?" Her tone was playful, teasing.

"Y-yeah, I've been missing you. That's why I called," Aarav confessed, his heart racing. 

There was a moment of silence on the other end. Ameera's surprise was evident in her hesitation. He surprised himself too, hoping she didn't hear the way his heart was beating through his chest, fighting to come out. Her shock too was short-lived as she spoke.

"Oh? Someone's bold tonight. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I was wondering if I could see you again. When I could see you again," he paused, subconsciously somewhat putting his shyness aside, a bloom of heat burned low in his belly. "And.."

"And...?" Ameera prompted, her voice a sultry whisper.

A flush spread across Aarav's cheeks, his mind racing with desire and guilt. "Y-you know what I'm talking about."

Ameera hummed softly, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through Aarav. "Hm, I'm not too sure actually. Could you remind me?"

Aarav swallowed hard, his nerves almost overwhelming him. "I didn't... I didn't finish last time. Like you told me to. I'm... I'm hard, and it hurts."

"Aww, does it, baby? And what should I do about that?" Ameera's voice was low and teasing, a dangerous combination.

"Anything. I just need to see you, please," Aarav pleaded, his desperation evident.

Ameera's resolve wavered, her own desires conflicting with her better judgment. "I'm going shopping tomorrow, you can come along with me," she finally said, her voice a seductive whisper. "And then I'll assist with your..problem after. Deal?"

Aarav's heart leapt with a mixture of guilt and anticipation. "I'll be there." He ended the call, his hand trembling slightly as he slipped back into the darkened bedroom. Elizabeth stirred but thankfully didn't wake. It was the fastest that he had gone to sleep after that.

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Morning arrived with a hazy warmth seeping through the blinds of Aarav's bedroom, gently nudging him awake. He stretched, feeling the weight of anticipation mingled with a touch of nervous excitement for the day ahead. With a decisive swipe, he instructed his assistant to reschedule his packed agenda to the following day, allowing him to immerse himself fully in what lay ahead.

With a determined stride, Aarav descended the stairs of his modern mansion, the click of his shoes resonating against the marble floor. Keys in hand, he approached his luxury car, the sleek lines reflecting the morning sun as he settled into the plush leather seat.