THE TALE OF FORBIDDEN LOVE (THE SECRET OF THE TONGUE)

"Oh my goodness, I'm late for my interview,and I still need to walk down to the train station to board a train," Riley said while hurriedly walking down the street of Albany, New York City, with her bag hung on her shoulder and her cooperatively dressed gown. That was the only decent clothing she had,since all the clothes she has are party dresses.

With a roar of engines and a spray of water, a passing car splashed Riley from head to toe, erupting anger within her, a flame fueled by injustice and resentment.

"Hey you! !!" Riley yelled at the car that splashed water on her, her voice lost in the noise of the city. But the car paid her no attention, vanishing into the intricacies of the streets without a second glance.

Riley was left standing in anger at the spot as the car drove past her. "Moron, are you blind?" she yelled again, looking at her soaked clothes. "This is the only decent dress I have, and this fucking driver ruined it." "I hope your car crashes, fool!!!!!!" she yelled again. really bittered and angry,she continued walking, grumbling, and murmuring till she got to a grocery store.

"Hello, sir, please let me use your restroom." The old man behind the counter was looking at how soaked Riley was. "Sure, you can, to your right," the old man replied. Thank you so much." She walked into the restroom to do some cleanup.

At the train station, Riley boarded the train and was lost in thought, thinking of her grandmother's health and how she needed to save up more money to pay her grandmother's medical bills, when the train stopped at her stop. Elighting the train, Riley looked at her wrist watch and said, "What!!" She was 10 minutes late, so she hurriedly went ahead to take a taxi to her final destination.

She knew she was already late for the interview, but she proceeded to head into the building. "Hello, good day." The voice of the woman sitting at the counter of the reception came in. "I'm here for an interview." Riley responded, "Sorry, the interview is over. You are 20 minutes late." The receptionist replied, "Oh, okay, it's fine." Riley replied with disappointment and sadness in her face, walking out of the building.

(IN THE HOSPITAL)

"How did the car crash happen?" Dr. Robert asked the police officer in the hospital as he walked into Mr. Lucas's ward. "Nobody can tell; the car was damaged beyond repair.

I hope the patient is not seriously injured." The policeman responded, He has a bone dislocation on his leg. "It will take a lot of patience and a regular visit to a physiotherapist for him to be fine," Dr. Robert said as he walked into Mr. Lucas's ward.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Lucas?" Dr. Robert asked, looking at Lucas laying weakly on the bed.

"I hope I will be fine, doc," Lucas replied in pain. "You'll be fine, Mr. Lucas. We have administered some antibiotics and pain relief with the injections. Though you have a bone dislocation, the orthopedist will come and see you," the doctor said.

"Bone dislocation!! Lucas exclaimed,Will I be able to work again? Is it that serious? How long will it take for me to walk well again? Am I ever going to work again?" Lucas asked, bombarding the doctor with questions with worries and sadness in his face.

"Calm down, Mr. Lucas; you will be fine. I can't answer all of those questions; only the orthopedist can answer them,but with the look of things, you will surely work again," the doctor said, reassuring Lucas.

A few moments later

"Good day, Mr. Lucas. How are you feeling today? I'm Dr. Matthew, the orthopedist on duty," Dr. Matthew said with a smiling face, taking a look at Lucas's legs.

"I'm really worried, doctor. Will I be able to walk again?" Lucas responded, grimacing slightly. "You will definitely be fine, Mr. Lucas, with the right treatment and medication. You will be back on your feet in no time. First, we will need to gently realign the bone," Dr. Matthew said with an assuring look on his face.

Lucas winces at his thoughts.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you are comfortable throughout the process. Once the bone is back in place, we'll stabilize it with a splint to support the healing process."

"How long will it take to heal?" Lucas asked with a concerned look.

We can expect improvement within a few weeks; however, it's important that you have someone to assist you at home,as you may need extra time to heal and get back to your activities," Dr. Matthew said.

"Thank you for letting me know, doctor; that's reassuring to hear,Lucas said with an expression reflecting concern.

"I'm always here to help you every step of the way; let's work together to help you get back to optimal health," Dr. Matthew said with a smile on his face.

(RILEY'S HOME)

Hey Nana, how are you doing?" Riley walked up to her grandmother in the kitchen with a sad face and gave her a peck.

"What happened, Riley? Come on in, my dear," her grandmother called, her voice very calm and soothing,a balm to Riley's frayed nerves.

Taking a seat at the kitchen table, Riley described her day to her grandma with bitterness and frustration. When she spoke of the careless driver who had spoiled her day, her grandmother's brow furrowed in concern.

"It's okay, love." These are the challenges we face in our daily lives, her grandmother encouraged. By the way, did you hear the news Riley,a car crashed at Albany Road?".

"What, no.Riley responded with shock on her face.".

"Riley??" Grandmother called,

"Yes, Nana." Riley replied, taking a bite of apple.

"Did you curse at the driver that splashed water on you?" Grandma asked.

"What!, uhmm, no Nana?" Riley lied because her grandma always gets angry and scolds her whenever she curses, and she doesn't know why her Nana gets really angry about that.

Her grandma's brow furrowed in confusion as she let out a skeptical "hmmm," looking at Riley with deep concern and mixed feelings.

"Nana, what is it? Why are you looking at me that way? I'm tired. I need to freshen up, okay?" Riley said, walking into her room.

"Mum, I'm fine. My car is badly damaged, but I'm fine. Trust me.".

Lucas was seated on the hospital bed, talking to his mom over the phone. She had heard the news, and she was worried about her son. "Luc, don't lie to me; you are not fine. Dr. Roberts already told me you have a bone dislocation on your leg. I think I need to come over to New York to come look after you," Mrs. Cassie said, sounding worried over the phone.

"I'm not a kid, mom. I can take care of myself okay. I will be fine, I have an appointment with the orthopedist already," Lucas responded, reassuring his mom.

Lucas Suarez is the only child of Mr. and Mrs. Suarez. Though his father is late , his mom represents both parents in his life, and she loves him dearly. He has this demeanor of calmness with a quiet confidence that borders on the edge of intimidation. When he looks at you, you could feel a bit intimidated. He commands attention without uttering a word. In his presence, silence speaks volume, and being around him makes you feel like you don't want to mess with him.

"Luc I insist you get a caregiver or someone to assist you with some stuff'' his mom said.

"Okay, mom, I will. I will talk to you later," Lucas said, ending the call.

"You won't blame your mom for being so worried; with the way your car is badly damaged,one will think you should be in a coma now," said James (Lucas friend) after Lucas had ended the call with his mom.

"Yeah, man,I know. I still can't figure out how I got into a car crash. It still amazes me," Lucas responded. "I hope you get on your feet soon, man," James said, tapping Lucas on his shoulder.It's late; I need to get going now; you take care of yourself, he said, heading out of Lucas ward,leaving Lucas alone, holding his phone, and thinking on how he got involved in a car crash.

(FLASH BACK) LUCAS POV

It was a cold, frosty night, and I was seated at the bar, drinking slowly on my whiskey and enjoying the music rhythm playing in the background. A lady walked up to me, her hips wobbling in the rhythm of the music. She was beautifully curved, with long brown hair and piercing green eyes.

"You're handsome," she said, her voice filled with cravings. "I've been watching you all night, and I can't help but feel attached to you."

I took a long pill from my drinks, trying to steady my nerves. "What's on your mind?" I asked with a low and husky voice.

"I want to keep your company," she said, her eyes locked into mine. I want to feel you up inside me,making me scream with pleasure.".

I couldn't resist her charming words, so we made our way to the hotel room.

As soon as the door closed behind us, she pounced on me, and her lips locked mine in a passionate kiss.

She grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head. Her hands roamed over my body. I groaned as she wrapped my hands around my cock, stroking it slowly.

"I want you now," she growled, pushing me into the bed. She climbed on top of me, straddling her hips and guiding my cock towards her wet pussy. I moaned as I entered her, feeling her tight walls wrapped around me.

She began to ride me hard,her hips buckling wildly as she chased her orgasm.

I reached up and grabbed her breasts,pinching her nipples and eliciting her gasps from her. She leaned down, her hair falling in a curtain around them as she kissed deeply.

"Harder," she begged, her voice strained.

I reached for her hips and began to dig up into her, making her moan. She threw her head backwards and screamed as she came, her pussy in tight grip around my cock. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I followed her over the moon, filling her with my hot cum.

We both collapsed into bed, sweating and panting. "That was amazing," she whispered, with her fingers tracing circles on my chest.

PRESENT DAY (IN THE CLUB)

In the club's dimly lit ambiance, she dances with captivating allure, her movements drawing every gaze. Shedding layers with deliberate grace, she teases, revealing glimpses of smooth skin. Locking eyes with mesmerized men, she beckons them closer with coy smiles and seductive whispers, igniting desire in the air. Like a siren, she entices, leaving behind a trail of longing stares as she disappears into the night's embrace.

(Riley was a stripper in a club at night, and she goes job hunting for decent jobs during the day.)

"Hey handsome, do you need my company?" Riley said.

"Uh" The man responded, bewildered.

Riley: I couldn't help but notice you watching me up there. Like what you see? She asked with a seductive smile.

Man: (blushing slightly) Oh yeah, you are a great dancer.

"What if I offer more than just dances, if you catch my drift? And for the right price, I could make all your wildest fantasies come true." Riley said, leaning closer, her voice low and seductive.

"Hmmm, that sounds exciting to me," the man replied with a smirk. "Alright, baby, let's do this." Riley grins thrivingly, knowing she's sealed the deal. She takes the man's hand and leads him out of the club, ready to fulfill his desires and earn her pay for the night.

They headed into the hotel room 303.

Riley in her firm-fitting black dress, could see the desire in the man's eyes. She moved closer and pressed her body against his.

The man's instinctively grabs her around her waist, pulling her closer.

Riley leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want to make cum." Riley whispered, The man's breath hitched, and he turned to face her, his eyes filled with desire.

Riley's hand moved into his belt, her fingers deftly unlocking his belt. She could feel the man's heart racing under her touch,his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She slipped her hand into his trousers, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock.

The man let out a low groan, his head falling back. "Baby," he said, his voice thick with desire. Riley smiled, her grip tightening around him. She moved her hand up and down his cock, her place slow and deliberate.

The man's hand found its way into her hair,tugging gently. "Faster," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. Riley obliged, her hand moving faster. She could hear the wet sound of her hands against him.

The man's breath hitched,his body tensed. Baby, I'm going too," he warned, his voice barely a whisper. Riley smiled, her hand moving faster. She felt him tense, his body shuddering under her touch.

As the man came,Riley could hear the soft sound of his pleasure. She continued to stroke him, her hand slowing as he came down from his high. The man leaned against her, his breath still coming in short gasps.

"That was... incredible," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Riley smiled, stood up, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

(THE NEXT MORNING)

"Why are you giving me such an amount? It's little." Riley said rudely to the man she left the club with, "Common girl, I paid you for what you worked; we didn't have sex; you only gave me a hand job," the man replied.

And so, fucking what,you cummed, didn't you? "You were sexually satisfied, weren't you"? Riley replied angrily, raising her voice.You have to add up to this," Riley said, throwing the money on the bed.

"And if I don't want to, what's going to happen? You better take it and get the hell out," the man retorted.

Riley, who was already upset and disappointed at the money the man gave her, picked up her handbag and the money on the bed, heading out of the room. She yelled, "I hope you get robbed on your way home, scumbag."

"Get the hell out, bitch," the man said to Riley,who had already left the room.

A few minutes after Riley left the hotel premises,some young men dressed in black came into the hotel. They met the receptionist and requested to see the person in room 303.

As midnight struck, these men, clad in black from head to toe, moved with calculated precision. With silent determination,they reached room 303.

The man sat alone in the room,where Riley had just left a few minutes ago, when the door cracked open, revealing the ominous silhouette of the intruders.

Immediately, the armed robbers stormed in and surrounded the man, trapping him in a web of fear. Without wasted effort, the robbers stripped the room bare,their hands clutching jewels, cash, and other precious belongings. As quickly as they appeared, the armed robbers vanished into the night, leaving the man alone in the darkness.

(RILEY'S HOME)

The next day, when the morning was cold, Riley lay wrapped beneath her duvet, still raveling over yesterday's stress.

Through the daze of drowsiness, she heard the familiar voice of her friend Maggie, breezing into the room with playful curiosity. "Why on earth are you still huddled up in bed?" Maggie's voice twirls with jovialty. Riley, turning to face her friend, marbled sluggishly, "How did you even get in here?"

Maggie chuckled. "Nana, let me in, of course!"

Maggie is Riley's close friend. She is full of life and positivity. She effortlessly spread happiness and goodwill to those around her. She has contagious laughter that fills the air with positivity and warmth. With her easygoing nature and caring spirit, she's the epitome of a true friend who brightens the lives of those around her.

Seeing her friend, Riley sat up, still wrapped in her comfy duvet. "Hey, what's up?" Maggie asked, her tone laced with interest. "Where were you last night? I tried reaching you, but no luck," she continued.

"Oh, I just went to the club," Riley replied coolly, though Maggie's concern was sensed in her voice.

"Riley," she began, her tone now serious, "I thought you said you were done with that whole stripping stuff."

"Yeah, I know, but I need the money," Riley explained, rising from her bed and moving towards her wooden chair. "Nana's diabetic; she needs treatment, and I've been trying to find a decent job," she added, giving Maggie a pleading look.

Maggie, now standing up from the bed, clapped her hands together playfully. "Well, speaking of decent jobs," she said with a mischievous grin, "I might have something for you."

"Really?" Riley's face lit up with hope. "What kind of job?"

"It's a caregiver job," Maggie replied, with a stern tone.

"A caregiver, Jon?" Riley exclaimed, uncertainty creeping into her voice. "But I haven't done that before; besides, I still have Nana to take care of."

"Don't worry about that; you're not taking care of an old person; it's a young guy, actually. Okay, let's just say it's an assistant job; you will be assisting him till he gets better," Maggie said, smiling roguishly.

"What!! A young guy? ,Why would a young guy need a caregiver if he is crippled?" "Riley asked with concern.".

Common Riley stopped being so dramatic; he was involved in an accident and just needs someone to help him out with some personal things," Maggie replied, walking close to Riley on the wooden seat she sat on.

"Hold on, Riley said with her eyes closed. When you say personal things, do you mean bathing him andnd....

C'mon Riley, Maggi,Maggie cut her short; you are not bathing anyone; he is not crippled; you would just assist him with some errands; that's it." Maggie said, moving the second chair close to Riley, "Look, you really need this job,and the pay is quite huge. I'll send your CV to the person who told me about it, and hopefully, you'll get called for an interview."

"Hmm, it's fine. I will give it a shot." Riley murmured

"That's what I want to hear," Maggie said, giving Riley a playful look.

(IN THE HOSPITAL)

"Hey, Dr. Matthew, how are you doing? It's good to see you today." Lucas was greeted with a faint smile.

"It's good to see you, Mr. Lucas. How have you been feeling after the last treatment? Do you feel any better?" Dr. Matthew responded by taking a look at Lucas' legs.

'I feel a lot better than yesterday, Doc," Lucas responded.

"I'm glad to hear that; nevertheless, you'll have a physiotherapist to help you with some stretches and exercises to help you heal quickly," Dr. Matthew replied.

A FEW MINUTES LATER IN RILEY'S HOME

"Maggie I just got an interview for the job,Riley said over the phone. Maggie had already left her place.

"Hmm, so soon-that was fast," Maggie replied. "I hope this one goes well," Riley asked with a worried tone.

"Don't worry, relax, Riley; it will be successful." Maggie reassured her. Okay, fine, Mrs. Motivation Riley said it jokingly.

Two days passed, and it was finally the day for the interview. When she got to the address on the mail,it was a house and not an office. "Hmm, the interview is taking place in this mansion?" Riley asked herself,breathing in and breathing out. She got to the mansion gate,about to push the gate open,but the gate opened itself. "Oh, nice," Riley smiled.

It was a big mansion,crafted in gleaming marble with lush greenery surrounding it. Its grandeur was unmistakable, reflecting the wealth and opulence of its owner.

Riley walked into the entrance door, still talking and admiring the exterior part of the mansion. Then she heard a masculine voice say, "You can come in and sit," through the intercom. Riley let herself into the house and couldn't stop admiring the beautiful interiors in the living room.

Just as she was about to get seated,a cute-looking young man with expressive eyes and a genuine smile that lit up his face walked down the stairs. "Riley, right?" James asked.

"Yes sir,my name is Riley Collette." Nice to have you, please sit, James beckoned.

James is a cute young-looking man, whose striking handsomeness, complemented by his captivating curly black hair and gray eyes, adds to his charismatic aura. He has been Lucas' friend for a long time and also offers valuable assistance and guidance in Lucas' business affairs.

Riley felt comfortable with his friendly demeanor, which makes him effortlessly charming and approachable.

"I guess you already know why you are here," James said, walking towards the cushion to sit on.

"For an interview, I guess," Riley said, looking at how cute James was looking.

"Exactly", so let's just go right to it." James said, crossing his leg over to his other leg and relaxing well on the cushion. "You would be assisting my friend,just helping him go on errands and help with some little stuff till he gets better. He is an able-bodied man, but he just needs someone to help him run some errands before he fully recovers,so if you are interested, you would resume tomorrow. Are you in?" James asked with a serious tone.