Forbidden Desires

EPISODE 12

*Atticus’s POV*

Atticus, come to your senses. Why is my heart pounding so hard? Love???... No, no... it can’t be love... not this soon.

Maybe I’m just drawn to Zayana. But of course, once she discovers my reality, she’ll kick me to the curb.

I won’t ruin that innocent soul's life by dragging her into mine. She might even be... a virgin.
What am I even thinking???
Get a grip, Atticus! Snap out of it.

But, God... what if I do fall in love? Is this the destruction I’ve been waiting for, or... who knows?

My phone buzzes. It’s Joshua, my best friend.

"Bro, I’ve been calling you for ages. Where are you?" he says.

"Talking to a friend," I reply.

"A friend? I thought I was your only friend?" He said.

"Just get to the point, Josh." I snapped back

"Man, I’m throwing a party tomorrow, 12 am to pm. Hot chicks, loud music."  He said.

"Not in the mood, Josh." I was way to much annoyed tho

"But make sure you're here by 8 pm sharp. I've a lot of arrangements to handle. Later." He said without even listening to me

"Josh, I..." But before I can finish, the line goes dead.

I finish dinner and lie down to sleep, yet for some reason, Zayana's voice echoes in my mind. Lost in these thoughts, I text her, “I don’t know why, but I’m missing your voice.” And with that, I drift into sleep’s embrace.

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*The Next Morning*

It’s already 4 in the afternoon, yet I still can't seem to shake off my sleep. My phone is buzzing non-stop—Joshua, again, of course. He’s a constant disturbance in my life.

I pick up the phone, and the loud music from his house practically pierces my ears.

"Bro, don’t forget tonight at 8 pm. You remember, right?" Joshua says.

"Yes, yes, I remember. Now let me sleep."

"Yeah, go ahead, sleep." He said.

"Yeah, as if I can, now that you’ve interrupted it." I said

"Fine, I’m hanging up. But be there tonight. 8 pm." He said with so much excitement

"Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there," I mutter, slightly annoyed.

And then, strange thoughts begin to stir in my mind, like how a person can become almost possessed, trying to reclaim what they've lost by trading away their most treasured possessions.
In that desperate pursuit, they fail to recognize the value of what they're giving up. The worth of that precious possession only strikes when it's already slipped through their hands. In the chase between what was lost and what is slipping away, we always find ourselves running after what we no longer have, never realizing what’s being sacrificed in the process.

This thought crossed my mind because Joshua loved a girl with a kind of madness, an intense devotion that blinded him to reason...

Yet, caught between his parents and the girl he loved, Joshua wagered his love, putting it all on the line. And in the end, he sacrificed his most precious possession—his love—in a desperate attempt to awaken the lost affection of his parents.... What a life!!!

And also these thoughts, they fuel my obsession with my own ruin. After all, I'm captivated by the allure of my own destruction...

Shaking off the thought, I head for a shower. Then, I call my assistant to bring out something to wear for the party.

Kate comes in, takes out my clothes, and leaves. I get dressed, and at exactly 8 pm, I’m out the door, ready for the night.

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The Party

The party is exactly as Joshua promised—deafening music, a packed crowd, and, of course, plenty of hot chicks. The girls are the life of the party. Just the sight of dancing and drinks starts to change my mood; I’m actually feeling a bit more up for some fun.

The moment I arrive, I down two shots of tequila and make my way through the crowd to find Joshua dancing. Four or five girls press themselves against me, swaying to the music. After five or six more shots, I finally sink down onto a stool at the drinks station, exhausted.

Then, I notice a girl, completely drunk, her head down on the table. Just as she’s about to slip from her chair, I catch her, holding her steady as she stumbles into my arms.

She looks up, and I’m left stunned, barely able to breathe.

Amazed, the words slip from my lips without thought...

“You????"

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Toodles❤️