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à se damner (m.) to die for

EMILIANO

Allowing my defenses to fall in front of Rosabelle was something I never thought I'd do—inviting her into my personal space and letting her stay.

She was slowly chipping away at the littelest self-restraint I had always maintained around her, And now I'm seeming to can't comprehend how to deal with it. The allure of her presence was undeniable, a magnetic force that drew me in like how the moon drew the ocean tides.

I had to battle my impulsive thoughts to resist the urge to bring her to my place once again last night.

She left right after breakfast yesterday, citing concerns about her brother. I found myself driving her home before noon, only to pick her up again for our evening date. And each moment spent apart felt like an eternity to me.

I'd told her that she'd be mine for the rest of her stay, but now I wasn't sure if that would be enough for me. I couldn't fathom letting her go or facing the reality of her becoming a mere memory. The thought of her fading into the annals of my past was too painful to bear.

I'd tasted forbidden fruit, my temptation, in Rosabelle, and now I was unwilling to let her slip away. She was a siren, luring me into uncharted waters, and I found myself drowning in her presence.

I recognized the hypocrisy of my situation. I'd told her it would only be a week, but my feelings were pulling me in a different direction.

However the only thing is, nobody will tell a word about it. Who'd dare, after all?

"Emi, are you even listening to me?" Genevieve's voice brought me back to reality. Her eyes bore into mine, her expression growing annoyed.

My brother sat beside her, his hand protectively wrapped around her waist.

"Still an attention seeker, Gen," I mused, trying to divert her suspicion.

She was something else, truly. No one had ever caught me off guard like Genevieve. I had known from the first day I met her that I needed to be cautious around that woman. I also knew she was meant for someone like my brother.

To be honest, I admired her not just as my sister-in-law but as a member of our family. She was a woman who could command a room with a single glance.

"You're distracted," she countered, and I smiled. "I'm not the only one, sis." In that moment, it was Genevieve who was taken aback by my words, and I grinned.

She thought I wouldn't notice how she flinched every time Aleksandr brushed her legs under the table, and she responded with sharp glares, only earning playful grins from him.

Aleksandr always turned oddly quiet around Genevieve, doing nothing but listening to her or gazing at her. At first I thought it would change over time.

Years had passed, and nothing had changed, however.

I couldn't help but feel a tinge of envy for what they had. I had grown up in a dark world, but not an unhealthy one. I knew love existed.

I've seen lovers who love. My parents did. My brother does. And I'd have it too. Even if I need to kill for it.

"We're having this dinner for an important discussion, Emi," Genevieve sighed before turning to her husband. "And you too, Ale. If you can't take it seriously, then I won't waste my words."

"Where's all this moodiness coming from, Gen? It's just a matter. We'll handle it," I chuckled, glancing at Aleksandr, who shared the sentiment. "He's got a point. Don't worry, dorogaya."

He planted a small kiss on her head, caressing her long, black hair and gazing at her with admiration, even when she huffed. "You can handle it only when you know what it is."

A notification from my phone interrupted our conversation. I glanced at the table and it didn't take me long to pick up the phone from there when Rosabelle's name flashed on the screen.

Belle yo where are u

I tried to suppress my smile by clasping my thumb around my mouth. Ignoring the bicker that was going on between my brother and sister-in-law, I decided to reply her message.

Emi Miss me already?

Belle 🤔🤔🤔 am I? I don't think so~

Emi Good girls don't lie, Belle.

Belle A good girl wouldn't come anywhere near your proximity either.

Emi Only good girls like you would want to.

Belle 🙄🙄 stop flirting with me

Emi Am I? Or are you just so tempted that your brain can't distinguish between flirting and casual conversation?

Belle why are you like this?

Emi: 👅👅 Can't help it, Belle.

Belle remind me why I agreed to date you

Emi Because you wanted to fuck me. 😂😂

Belle God damn you

Emi I'd rather you do that.

Belle cant you just tell me where you are?

I glanced up to see Aleksandr and Genevieve still engrossed in their own world, forgetting my presence. I smirked.

Emi Coming right up, Belle. Don't worry.

Belle I'll tear your hair off

Emi Did enough, Bella.

Belle: you're infuriating

Emi: 😘😘

I put my phone back in my pocket before getting up from the chair, drawing the attention of the two individuals sitting before me once more.

"I have to go," I said, and noticed the almost imperceptible satisfaction on Aleksandr's face for finally being left alone with his wife. And I was almost tempted to stay only to annoy him, but it was Rosabelle who drew me away.

"What do you mean? You haven't finished your dinner," Genevieve said, looking puzzled. However, Aleksandr answered her question before I could respond.

"He's already full. Don't worry." Their eyes met, and he grins to Genevieve's frowned expression.

I let out a chuckle before heading towards the departure of their home. I was leaving to meet the person who brought me my own tranquil of mind, the one who stirred my desires to a whole another level.

As I stepped out into the night, the moon hung in the sky, casting a soft glow on the world below. The anticipation of seeing Rosabelle filled me with a heady mixture of excitement and desire.

Our connection was a whirlwind of temptation and forbidden pleasure, and I couldn't resist the allure.

She was the chink in my defenses. The wild card that defied all my rational senses.

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