UNHOLY DESIRE

DEIRDRE POV

“What, no way!” I yelled, taking the fourth bite out of the spicy grilled chicken with me.

Taking a sip of the serenity sunset chardonnay wine directly from the bottle to wash it down, my eyes closed momentarily, savoring the rich, smooth, and creamy flavors of ripe pear, vanilla, and a touch of toasted oak.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

It spread warmth throughout my body, relaxing my tensed-up muscles as well as giving me the ability to think properly.

Well, I was not much of a drinker, but this wine had to be one of the best I had ever tasted.

I set the bottle down to see Leslie watching me, “And you don’t drink?”

I shook my head, “I don’t.”

“You’re taking it better than I imagine. But then again, it’s not as though it’s sour.”

“So, continuing with what I was saying, I literally fled the scene, refusing to see him afterward. He’s kept in touch, but I was too embarrassed to see him on one.”

She winced.

I tried to imagine being in her shoes. Just a few days after getting to the island, catching an island boy’s fancy and decided to give him a trial, only to get caught while in the act.

Yes, it was pretty embarrassing. I remembered Matteo, and I had almost experienced something similar on Thanksgiving day. Luckily, whoever had been approaching had a change of mind.

I couldn’t imagine being the talk of the whole island. Even as it was a large environment, the same people still occupied it.

It was easy for news to travel faster.

“You handled that pretty well,” I murmured. Shaking my head as she extended a toast to me, I grabbed the box filled with chocolates instead.

Jared had given us most of the things we were having while the wine was Leslie’s. I guess she had planned on having it anyway, whether we went hiking or not.

Amused as I started to undo the red and yellow ribbon that was used to design the box, I said, “It’s just a chocolate box; why waste time to have it wrapped?”

“Jared is well, always careful when he’s doing things. He’s perfect, you know, and doesn’t like making mistakes.”

“Perfect in making ribbons? I mean, it’s not necessary,” I pointed out.

Leslie shrugged, “He probably wanted me to have something to remind me of him until we get to see him again.”

“Both of you should get together already,” I said, undoing the last ribbon.

Opening the box lid, I frowned, looking at the chocolates that were done in different weird designs and colours. Whoever had done this design was definitely an amateur.

Where most would have done flowers or some cartoony figures, I couldn’t decipher the message Jared was trying to pass across with the horribly designed chocolates. Well, that was if he did design it. A note was placed on it, and I gripped it, opening it.

“I guess this is for you,” I said.

“What does it say?” Leslie asked.

“Indulge in these sinful delights; let each taste linger on your lips like a lingering kiss, leaving you craving for more, just like the pleasures I yearn to explore with you.”

“PS: I wish to put you in 69…” I paused, turning the paper upside down as that was the only way I could read the number. Then continued, “69(Sixty-nine) positions I designed in there. Love, Jared.”

“Oh my goodness, what the fuck did I just read?” I murmured, gazing back at the chocolate.

Now, I could see it clearly. Jared had fucking designed sex fucking positions that could ever be known to man with the chocolates.

Sixty-nine fucking positions.

I turned to Leslie with wide eyes.

She blushed profusely, attempting to hide the redness of her cheeks with her hair. “That’s insane,” She groaned. “Why would he say such a thing?”

“It’s sweet,” I responded, smiling. “He sure does want to fuck you so bad. Both of you should get together already!”

Grabbing a piece of the chocolate, which I believed was in the all-four position, Leslie gripped my hand before I could take it to my mouth.

“Don’t eat it!” She exclaimed.

“Why not?” I raised a brow at her.

“It’s sinful,” She mumbled, frowning.

“What makes it sinful?” I questioned.

“I mean, it’s a chocolate that a guy you don’t even know gave to your friend, mentioning his sinful intentions.”

Shrugging, I removed Leslie’s hand with my other hand and tossed the chocolate into my mouth before she could stop me.

“Goodness, this tastes so good,” I moaned.

“You’re not helping!” Leslie snatched the chocolate box away from me.

“Hey!” I said.

“He’s a stranger, D. Are you not worried about what he might do to me if he eventually finds me?” She asked, with curiosity laced in her tone.

Tilting my chin, my brows furrowed, “Well, if he happens to find you this instant, depending on his patience level, he might fucked you against the tree or just get a room for both of you to avoid unwanted distraction.”

“You’re not helpful, Deirdre,” Leslie grimaced. Her cheeks had even gotten redder.

“I’m okay with him being a stranger to me because my best friend already knows him in-depth. I don’t need to know him.” I said.

“Ugh, you’re annoying,” She said.

“I know,” I flashed her a wide grin.

Eyeing the note once more, I handed it to her, “You should get going, Leslie, he’s waiting to receive your call.”

I pointed to where he had left his number, as well as a location where they both could meet.

Jared wasn’t kidding. I knew he wasn’t since he had sat down to craft that note, but I didn’t know it was this urgent.

Leslie shook her head, “I don’t even know what our relationship is, and sleeping with him?”

“No doubts, Leslie, this is the time for you to ask him. I’m not asking you to go fuck him, but you can start with a conversation to know your stance. It’s as easy as that, and I don’t think Jared is a beast that would want to take advantage of you without hearing what you have to say.”

“He’s calm,” Leslie said.

“You see? You know him more than I do,” I pulled her up from the sofa, helped her pick up her things, and moved her towards the door.

“Go get that dick, babes, and give me the full story later.”

“Are you sending me off? We had barely spent half the day together.” Leslie protested.

“I’m sending you off, so you won’t remain single forever and start moping when you find him going to another woman. You want him, and he sure does want you; why hesitating?”

“But…”

“No, buts,” I cut her off, pushing her out of the door and doing the lock.

“Some friend you are, Deirdre; I am going to get you for this!” I heard Lelsie yell before she retreated from my door.

Walking back into the room, I grabbed the bottle of wine and continued feasting with myself, as well as imagining what would happen with Leslie and Jared.