WHEN DESIRE IS WRONG

Sasha Jones Morales

"Tell me Cadwell, why do decrepit rich men like to be called Daddy ? Don't you find that disgusting?"

I hear him sigh on the other end of the line, it's borderline if I don't see him rolling his eyes.

"What?? It's true, no?? They are fathers or grandfathers, they are children who call them that, it's weird and disturbing."

"Sasha if you don't hurry you'll be late again.

"It's okay, I'm coming, give me five minutes, I took the shortcut."

I find myself behind an old lady who is walking at one kilometer an hour on a very narrow sidewalk. This is the shortcut I have to take if I want to get to work on time. Impossible to pass in front of him since this sidewalk is at the side of the road, so I risk being hit by a car. I am so young and well preserved it would be a great loss on the other hand for her....

"Can you hurry up?"

"Be nice Sasha" my best friend lectured me. I had completely forgotten that he was on the other end of the phone.

I roll my eyes and switch my phone from hand to hand.

"Ethan I feel like a turtle is faster than her, I remind you I'm about to be late and you want me to be nice??"

"You know I'm not deaf, right" She laughs with her trembling voice

"I sure hope so" I reply "What time is it Ethan?"

"It's six fifty-four p.m."

" Eighteen fifty what??? I retort, widening my eyes, "Oh damn..."

The sound of a horn threatens to make me deaf like the old woman in front of me and it is quickly followed by indecent sentences coming from the male gender. I raise my middle finger in response and don't bother to look towards the car in question. I sigh, noticing that I'm not really moving forward with this turtle in front of me.

"Really, you old guys are getting everyone drunk. I moan after hanging up."

"When you're my age...

"I hope I'm dead by now." I retort by taking off my pumps

Brief.

When you have to go, you have to go

I anticipate the arrival of the next car by trying to see the space that separates it from the car right after it. I think I have time to go down the road and run past the old woman.

I've done it before, no reason to die.

One. Two.....

I run and manage to get in front of the old woman.

"You're crazy, my word, you could have done it!"

"The next one will probably be the right one... with a little luck."

I take a deep breath before starting to sprint to get to work on time. I have about two minutes left.Come on Sash you can do it!I arrive at the staircase that I take every other time and climb the steps two by two. I have the strong impression that my lungs are in danger of letting go and risk ending up in the bottom of my stomach, endurance and I have never been a good match.

Miracle!! I arrive at the entrance to the city center, I run back down the street and arrive in front of the second entrance of theUPSIDE DOWN.

The door opens to reveal my best friend and I barely have time to complain about my obstacle course before he has already taken possession of my things to put them away before throwing my apron and my service shoes at me.

"You're the best"

"Sasha!!" This voice startles me as I desperately try to put on my work shoes.

"SASHA!!!"

Ethan helps me tie my shoelaces and we both stand up at the same time before our boss enters the locker room.

I force a smile and he stares at me with narrowed eyes. He probably didn't expect me to have already arrived.

"Hurry up, there are so many people today!

I raise an eyebrow and check my watch

"It's six fifty-nine and my shift starts at seven, why are you shouting like I'm late?"

My insufferable boss glares at me and I roll my eyes, tying a knot on my apron. I grab my clipboard after giving Ethan a smile and head into the room to start taking orders.

"And Ethan walks out of there you don't even work here and you have no reason to be here!" I hear without my best friend who is none other than his nephew"

Take heart, just a few months before you can quit this shitty job. One year, the diploma andadios!

"Good evening and welcome to UPSIDE DOWN, can I take your order?"

And that's how most of my evenings, and three days of the week, go together. Hypocritical smiles, having great self-control in the face of remarks or insults. Fortunately, the food at UPSIDE DOWN is one of the best in town because the smell would have ended up nauseating me.

"Ethan, I'm done, shall we go back?"

I can't wait just to get out of here, it's 9:46 p.m. and all I want to do is go home. And like every Thursday, Ethan sleeps at home.

"I'm here" He walks towards me and places his arm on my shoulders.

"Let's go" I reply with a smile

My apartment is located five minutes from the restaurant so I always go there on foot, even if I don't really enjoy walking in these streets when night falls, I know how to defend myself but I remain a 23 year old woman doing I'm six foot six and I'm always more reassured when I'm with Ethan, he's the perfect fake boyfriend.

"He's not a crush, leave me alone Ethan"

"This is the first time I've seen Sasha Jones in such a state. No, but are you blushing and everything?"

"I'm absolutely not blushing, aren't you ashamed to lie like that??" I retort as he starts laughing

I take out my set of keys when I arrive in front of the apartment and open the door. Ethan enters and I close it behind me before following him.

"I love your apartment so much"

"Yours is three times bigger, let me tell you."

"Yes but I don't know, yours is warmer and cozier" He replies as I roll my eyes.

I'm sure he was trying to fit the word "cozy" somewhere. He has loved this word ever since he heard it at the furniture store.

I live in a tiny two-room apartment in the city center. I really like my apartment and I was lucky to be able to afford it and I owe it only to my hard work.

In high school I was the superficial bimbo that everyone hated and I don't know if I was like that or if they made me, but I ended up being obsessed with my looks. Thanks to popularity, I always managed to get out with excellent grades because the heads of my high school were happy to do my homework for me or because certain teachers favored me. So I came out like a boss with a multitude of prestigious universities ready to welcome me into their establishments thanks to my excellent results obtained without any merit.

That's the whole problem with the education system, they don't care if you understand anything, the most important thing is that you get a higher grade than your classmate.

I never joined the colleges where I was accepted, I didn't see the point, especially since I didn't understand anything about the fields offered.

And then, unlike the pests in films and series, I wasn't rich and being pretty and popular in high school doesn't do much good once you leave and you don't have anything in your head about it.

The only thing I can do is draw and my mother never accepted it, she wanted to force me to accept the scholarships that were offered to me, whether for Yale or Harvard, but he was beyond it. question. In the end my parents did something I never imagined, they cut me off.

Fortunately I met Ethan, he took me in and thanks to him I got a little job in his uncle's restaurant.

He saved my life.

"Did you get any presents today?"

"Affirmative, I barely had time to drop them off earlier before having to go back to work"

I grab the Hermès tote in front of the door and the other bag

"Hermes again??" He asks with a frown. I nod and he rolls his eyes

"What are you betting on?" I question him with a smirk

He crosses his arms and I immediately know what he's going to say so I say it at the same time

"Birkin"

We burst out laughing and I was asleep. It's always the same thing to believe that Hermès only produces one model.

"He's cute" I admit, taking out the brown leather bag.

"An eleven thousand dollar bag will always be cute Sash

"That's true", I smile "Help me put it in a good light I'm going to put it up for sale tonight"

I can't wait to be able to stop doing this, even though it's how I managed to get through it.

Once I posted my photos, it was without further delay that Ethan and I resumed our usual gossip in front of a good series

............

I groan as the ringing of my phone wakes me.

"Stop that thing.." mutters the half-breed sleeping next to me.

I take the device and answer it before putting it to my ear

"What?" I blurt out while yawning

"Sasha?"

I immediately stand up and my movement startles Ethan. He turns his head and stares at me with one open eye before straightening up as well, probably noticing the terrified expression on my face.

"Sasha is that you? I'm sorry, did I have the wrong number?"

"No...no it's me"

"Awesome! You missed me so much "

The enthusiasm in his voice still warms my heart. Maybe it's because it's been a long time since I heard such a familiar voice.

"Ella, why are you calling me?"

There is a pause of a few seconds that seems to last forever. Then it's as if I felt his smile on the other end of the receiver

"I'm going back to New York tomorrow"

OH NO.

Sasha Jones Morales

"Hmm? Who is this Ella?"

My eyes stay focused on my phone, I'm too shaken to respond to Ethan directly.

"Sasha?"

"It's my best friend. Finally she was"

"Your what??" He almost chokes "I'm your best friend"

"Of course it's you Cadwell. She was before you and I met."

"Why did you never tell me about her?"

I sit cross-legged before turning towards the mongrel.

"She went to study at Yale. I was supposed to go with her but I chickened out."

"You got accepted to Yale????"

I furrow my eyebrows and punch him, he groans while I take offense.

"Could you avoid looking so surprised?"

"Sorry. It's just that it's Yale, he replies, massaging his shoulder."

"Don't worry, I'm not offended, I cheated"

He rolls his eyes and I sigh just thinking about Ella

"Why do I get the impression that you're not super happy that he's coming?"

"I'm. Well almost..."

He raises an eyebrow and I continue

"She is a perfection incarnate. She is rich and she is beautiful. Well, thanks to me since it wasn't really like that in high school. She's super intelligent, she has everything going for her and she's a sweetheart."

"What's the problem then?"

"The problem is that we have rarely spoken in the last five years. She doesn't know where I am in life. I had recently learned that she had graduated from Yale with honors and that she would soon join the family empire. Do you see the level there or not? I'm a waitress in a bar and I'm struggling to pay fifty thousand dollars a year for school."

He nods and I run my hands over my face.

"If she's your friend like you say, she won't judge you for your life choice. Not all of us are lucky enough to be born with a golden spoon in our mouth."

"It's not even his judgment that's the problem. It's me, seeing her, I'm really going to realize that I have a shitty life"

"Don't say that Sasha"

I sigh and get out of bed, I have to get ready for class

"Are you asking your handsome guy out for coffee today?"

" Shut up Cadwell, I really deserve better than asking a guy out for coffee"

"It's funny that you say that but you've been talking to me for a month about the shine of her hair and her mysterious look..."

"You dreamed of all this dear friend, it must have been a hallucination"

"Avoid yeah"

"Yes, I can't wait to see my handsome brunette again who I called Jack in my head. And I will soon add you to my hunting list"

"I'm going to put this in, what do you think?

I hold up a black straight dress with a jacket of the same color in front of him, he smiles at me before approving.

"There is no outfit that will fail you."

I smile and take my outfit with me as I go to the bathroom.

............

All that for this? This class is the one I like the least and it's the only one I share with Jack so that in the end he is absent? Live my life.

History of Design no but who cares seriously.

"Excuse me miss, am I bothering you? This is the fourth time you have yawned."

"Excuse me ma'am but shouldn't you concentrate on your class instead of counting my yawns? I'm pretty gloomy"

She looks at me open-mouthed before resuming her lesson. We're not in high school anymore and there's no punishment she can give me. Especially considering what we pay to put our asses on these chairs.

My phone vibrates and I pick it up to check my message

From +55498....: Nine thousand today, does that tempt you?

I take a deep breath, nine thousand is a lot and if I accept I will have made eighteen thousand dollars in less than two days. I rarely have the opportunity to do so much in such a short time.

Moi: At what time?

I lock my phone and try to concentrate on this boring class.

......

I came out of my last class quite tired, I love this school but the classes are really intense. We draw, we work on solid materials trying to make something beautiful out of them, we work on software that will allow us to create models or prototypes much more quickly.

"Hey Sasha!"

I turn around, trying to remain as calm as possible, my helmet held tightly against my chest.

Brandon. Again.

"it tells you to-"

"No thanks."

He is rich, very rich like everyone who goes to this school, he spends his time trying his luck with me while he represents everything I hate.

"You don't know what you're missing, my darling."

"Oh if I know exactly what I was missing", a boring sex session devoid of any orgasm.

I roll my eyes and leave the building. I hate these stupid rich kids

I go down the marbled steps one by one and reach my motorbike which I climb over without wasting any time. Every time I do that people give me bad looks, it's a bit frowned upon especially since they all have expensive cars with drivers. But my school is only twenty minutes away and my motorbike allows me to go faster in a city that is mostly congested.

I start and drive quickly towards the big apple.

I arrive home quickly and I am surprised to hear the sound of the TV. I put my keys on the counter and walk towards the living room.

You do not work today? I ask, discovering Ethan on my couch.

I did not go. He replied in a hoarse voice.

I frown at his intonation and stand next to him. He has red eyes and a ton of tissue next to him.

"You are sick?" I ask, trying to hide my disgust. I hate being sick.

He shakes his head and I start to get a little scared. And it doesn't take me long to figure out what's going on.

"Dylan?"

"He dumped me."

He sniffles and I pick him up.

"I hate men, I growl", stroking his back.

"Me too". He responds against my shoulder.

He stands up before trying to recompose himself. I look at him a little worriedly and he places his hands on my shoulders.

"I want to go to ZENITH"

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"No, but I still want to go."

ZENITH is one of the most popular nightclubs in New York. If he wants to go there it's because he wants to forget Dylan in the most extreme way possible.

"Ethan..."

"Please Sasha."

"I'm about to answer but my phone vibrates again."

From +55498....: Seven p.m

I close my eyes and respond by typing quickly on my keyboard.

From me: I can't today

Nine dollars is absolutely nothing compared to the well-being of my friend

ZENITH here we come.

................

ZENITH CLUB 23H12

We arrive at the club around 11 p.m., there's definitely a lot of atmosphere this evening but I'm not really in the mood. She's coming back tomorrow, what can I tell her? why is it me she's calling after all these years.

Ethan goes to say hello to a few friends and I walk away towards the bar, the music is much quieter on this side, I can tolerate the deafening sound of the nightclubs only after a few drinks.

"Hello Sasha"

"Hello bartender". I respond, leaning on the bar, "a martini please."

He prepares my cocktail as I look around the room. Ethan is talking with some nerdy friends but I have the impression that he has already found his sex party for the evening. He is really too strong unlike me.

I turn my head towards the other end of the bar and catch a glimpse of a man, a glass of vodka in his hand and his eyes glued to his touchscreen tablet.

"Who is it?" I ask the bartender as he places my glass in front of me.

"I don't know, I've never seen him"

Me neither and I know the faces of everyone who frequents this club.

I suck on my drink straw while looking at him. He wears a very classy tailored suit and his brown locks fall over his eyes. Everything about him is perfectly clean and neat, just like the watch on his wrist, which I can easily guess costs at least one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

And strangely I feel like I've seen it before somewhere.

"Sasha"

I turn my head towards the bartender who hands me another cocktail, I frown but he answers my question before I have time to ask it.

"It's the guy over there who sent it to you"

I turn back to the handsome guy and he raises his glass to me before focusing on his tablet.

Of course , as if I were going to have a drink offered by a stranger.

I get up and walk towards him and the details of his physique are revealed to me despite the low light.

"No thanks". I let go, sliding the glass towards him.

He takes his eyes off his tablet and almost falls, it's so magnificent.

He's really handsome, so handsome that I'll be ready to let him have children with me right away.

"Excuse me?"

Ok it's okay this arrogant little guy doesn't deserve to touch me

"You're the third person tonight, you got your free drink."

He shrugs his shoulders and goes back to fiddling with his tablet.

My mind is boiling so much I think there must be smoke coming from my ears.

"I can pay for my own drinks, and I wasn't staring at you."

"Oh please," he replies rolling his eyes with a smile on his lips, "It doesn't matter you know you won't be the first or the last-"

For the first time he really looks at me and I cross my arms against my chest waiting for him to finish his sentence.

He licks his lips and I raise an eyebrow before smiling.

Obviously.

"Now who is staring at who?"

"I'm not staring at you"

"Of course yes. But don't worry, you're not the first after all." I respond by imitating him.

I finally sat down next to him before taking the drink he allowed himself to offer me.

"I knew it", He blurted out in a condescending tone, surely thinking that I was going to consume her.

I bring the cocktail stick to my mouth and slowly remove the olive with my tongue before biting into it.

I turn my head towards him and our eyes immediately meet.

"You should stop staring at me like that, it's scary." I let go, running my thumb over my bottom lip.

"But I-"

"Hm?"

I hate being bullied, so I always find a way to pass the buck. I work like that.

He smirks as if to hand me the victory and he is so attractive that I begin to reconsider the idea that he might impregnate me one day.

"What's your name?"

Sasha Jones Morales

I don't know why I asked him his first name. Now he might think I'm interested in him. The worst part is, he hasn't answered me yet.

"Let me guess, " he then said, "You are a kind of little rich rebel who refuses to mingle with the world of her peers, but who still enjoys the advantage of her world."

"Yes, how did you guess? Are you a clairvoyant or something like that? But bravo, you read my soul, I respond sarcastically."

He laughs lightly and I take a sip of my drink.

"Am I wrong ?"

"Completely."

He locks his tablet and places his elbow on the counter, turning slightly towards me. I'm a little unsettled so I play with the pick of my glass.

"In my turn, you are a little bud born with a golden spoon in your mouth and whose destiny is all mapped out, aren't you?"

He doesn't answer so I raise my head and just from his expression I guess I've hit the nail on the head.

"So I managed to analyze yourself in thirty seconds and I'm a better seductress than you. You can always forfeit instead of trying to stand up to me."

"Best seductress according to whom? Because you had fun with a cocktail pick?"

"You looked at him with so much passion"

"Really?"

He runs his tongue over his lips before tilting his head.

Then how did I end up locked in the girls' bathroom with him? Difficult to explain...

I think I gave his ego several points.

"So you think you're better than me?"

I sit down next to the sink and swing my legs, nodding my head. I smile at him before puffing on the joint I've been sharing with him for a few minutes. I love the feeling of fullness I feel. I hand it to him and he finishes it before throwing it in the sink.

"I think you are not indifferent."I reply, crossing my legs.

"Because maybe you are?"

"No, I don't think you're bad, but at least I don't hide it."

I place my hands on his shoulders and loosen the collar of his shirt.

"You don't look very comfortable"

"And you are way too comfortable"

"I'm intimidating you. I finish my sentence with a start because his hands grip my waist tightly."

"Do you think I can be easily intimidated?"

I half open my mouth as he slides his hands down my body. Why did I wear such a tight dress? I feel like I can feel his DNA permeating my skin through my dress.

"Is-"

"You? He asks with a satisfied smile."

"Intimidates you. I'm intimidating you."

And now his hands are on my thighs. Damn why am I dressed like that.

He places both hands on my thighs before slowly moving back up. I feel my heart rate speed up and it continues to rise.

"Admit it"

"What? I let go frustrated"

"You're all wet."

I open my mouth for a few seconds before closing it. He stares at me with his smirk and I smile back.

"Check for yourself"

He raises an eyebrow before starting to laugh.

"You're so not ready for this."

And I really wasn't, when will I finally learn to shut my mouth. Not tonight anyway.

His fingers slide over the most sensitive part of my body without any difficulty and I can't even scream his name because I don't even know him. I didn't even kiss him.

"Fuck." I can't even string two words together, he speeds up every time I open my mouth. I feel the heat in my lower abdomen reaching its maximum and I tighten my arms around his large shoulders. I reach the peak of my pleasure and my body trembles while clinging to him.

Damn!

"I think I won."

"Yes," I reply, trying to catch my breath. "Yes you won, ok I'll hand over the victory to you for now."

There's a loud knock on the door and I'm still trying to get over what I just experienced.

There is another knock and I turn my head towards the entrance.

"IT IS OCCUPIED!"

"HE'S THE BOSS OF THE BOX, GET OUT OR WE'LL BRING DOWN THE DOOR"

I raise my eyebrows and burst out laughing before getting off the sink.

"Come with me." He said after sending a message with his phone.

He takes my hand and we go out as if nothing had happened, in front of the owner and around ten women who were waiting in line.

"I forgot my panties in the toilet." I whisper and he bursts out laughing.

We find ourselves alone in a corner and he takes it out of his pocket. I look at him with a look of surprise before telling him

"What did you want to do with it? "I ask, tapping his shoulder.

"I took it for you. But it's true that it could have been a good memory."

I smile unconsciously before discreetly putting this little piece of fabric back on

"So you want memories of me?"

I raise my face to his because he is very tall and he runs his hand through my hair and I slowly tilt my neck from the contact.

"You have the most fascinating look I have seen in my entire life."

I bite my lower lip and feel my cheeks heat up. I often receive compliments, but with him it's completely different. I feel my heart racing as our lips brush.

He crushes his lips to mine and I grab his neck with my hands. They go up in his hair which is definitely no longer as neat as it was earlier. His locks slip through my fingers, it's the most passionate kiss I've ever given anyone. It tastes like those delicious caramel candies I'm addicted to with a tobacco aftertaste. It smells so good.

His tongue teases mine and I squeeze a piece of his shirt in my fist. I play with his lips before detaching myself from him, he leans to kiss me again but I place my index finger on his mouth.

"I don't want to be a simple memory, I want to be unforgettable. And I want my revenge."

He smirked before taking my hand.

"Let's go then."

.......

Arriving in his hotel room, we didn't waste any time, I couldn't sit still the whole way. I unbutton his shirt slowly while straddling him while placing my lips on his neck. I stand up for the last buttons and I stay frozen for a few seconds on his tattoos.

"That's wonderful"

"I return you the compliment."

I smile before letting him take off my dress. Luckily I wore sexy lingerie. He stands up, his hands on my buttocks, I move my body against him, leaning on his shoulders and feeling that he is completely ready for me.

"Shit. He curses as I continue."

I kiss him again before pushing him to lie down on the bed, without detaching my lips from his.

I caress his chest before standing up

"I will take care of you"

Did I take care of him? Yes. Did he thank me? Yes and in all possible positions.

Will I have trouble walking? Definitely.

I wake up against his warm body and I've never found myself in a position like this after a one night stand. He hugs me tightly, my head and my hand are against his chest.

I don't want to get up, it's way too comfortable and it smells so good that I want to cry.

I feel my phone vibrate and after a few movements worthy of an Olympic gymnastics champion, I manage to grab it.

Twenty missed calls from Ethan, I roll my eyes, he must be in excess all the time, and fifteen messages. Okay, he's already done worse.

I get up and head to the bathroom and stop myself from screaming when I see my face, my mascara is smeared and my lipstick is an incredible mess around my mouth.

It's probably written big on my forehead "got fucked last night", Pardon my language.

I'm so stressed I wash my face with hand soap to clean up the damage, I'll break out but it's no big deal. I find a pair of glasses on his table and I take them, he will forgive me, I have to hide my ugly face knowing that I risk meeting someone I know.

"Goodbye to the best shot of my life." I sigh while looking at him for a few minutes and he suddenly turns around which makes me rush towards the exit.