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Tempted

Chapter 1

By Evannie BrendanPublished 3 years ago 24 min read
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Her relationship with Jackson had seemed to weaken month after month, and it was only normal that he had changed over time, being locked up put things into perspective for him. He had pushed away his own sister and mother as his head was filled with conspiracy theories and even when Willow was the only certainty he still had outside of prison, he was beginning to question if it was truly fair for her to be kept tied to the case and him, knowing how she devotedly traveled back and forth every day to see him. He also tried to freeze her out, he would even deny her visits at one point, but Willow Roderick didn't accept NO for an answer and if she had promised to get him out and right their fathers' wrongs, then that's what she was going to do.

At the same time, even when the gatherings with Kaden started out very professional, over the course of six months those layers of distance began to fall flat. Willow felt more comfortable just being herself around Kaden and they even stopped meeting at his office and traded for more casual places from time to time. They didn't meet that day for Jackson's case but she was still in Miami after having rushed to visit him when he'd call to let her know he had been assaulted, so instead of driving home, she stopped by a bar she had been once with Kaden, blaming herself for not acting sooner on her own instincts or pressing harder for Jackson's safety the minute she learned her father was being transferred there. Guilt consumes her as she rereads her last message string from the week before with Kaden.

W: Mr. Holloway. Could you put in an order for protective custody or whatever it is. My father is being transferred to that prison and I'm afraid he might try hurting Jackson. Is it possible?

K: Yes, it's possible, Miss Roderick. Please send your father's full name so I can fill out the forms.

W: Richard Roland Roderick

K: I'll let you know when the restriction order is confirmed.

W: Thank you

K: Good night

W: Hi. Do you have any updates? My patience is not my strong suit.

K: I'm sorry to disappoint you, Miss Roderick, no news so far.

W: What can I do?

K: Drink chamomile tea?

W: You're funny

K: Let me handle this and I'll personally let you know.

W: If you don't, I'll keep asking

K: I'll keep answering the same. Unless there's an update.

W: Fine. I'll wait for your updates. I just don't like feeling useless, I'm sure you understand that

K: I do but there's no other way, Miss Roderick.

W: Ok. Do we still have an appointment next week?

K: Of course.

W: See you then, Kaden.

K: See you then, Willow.

She places her phone on the bar, screen facing down and rubs her temples in a sigh, feeling drained and wanting to take her mind off a beaten-up Jackson. She knew it was getting late but couldn't bring herself back to his apartment for the night. She stares at the moscato she had in front of her in a frown, lost in thought, soft music playing. Her nose picks up a familiar scent, and a presence she would deny she recognized, but she did. She looked to her side and Kaden was there. He was sitting at the other end of the bar, his usual place where he can see all the beautiful ladies coming in for a drink, and almost every night one of them ended up going to his place after a bit of sweet-talking.

His sight is caught up by the bossiest and sexiest, Willow Roderick. The girl is like a dog with a bone when it comes to her boyfriend's case and with good reason, these six past months were complicated but he's sure there will be a change and Jackson will be released sooner rather than later. Making his way towards her, he steps at her side and smirks.

- I believe this bar isn't close to your home - he states with an arched eyebrow.

- Hey... - she says, a bit thrown. They usually didn't meet each other at night time. After six months she had started feeling guilty about her own imagination running wild when she pleasured herself, flashing to Kaden whenever she was coming. She looks down trying to steady her heartbeat and keeping her distance, although hard to do in a place like that one. She laughs, flickering her fiery waves to the other side of her neck in a usual motion for her.- I.. wasn't ready to go back home just yet- she admits, fidgeting at the droplets of water rolling down the glass.

- Why is that? Feeling lonely back home? - he asks, signaling the bartender to bring his drink to this side of the counter. His question makes her arch an eyebrow.

- An empty apartment feels lonely when it's not even yours- she takes a sip, but escapes his eyes, not really used to oversharing. Meanwhile, he takes a mental note on that little piece of information and smiles knowing well that if he's got lucky tonight she might end up being his Monday's conquer.

She twists her lips at him to then look around. - Are you waiting on Monday? - she shoots, as she used to joke he had a girl for every day of the week. Perhaps, part of her unadmitted attraction to him was the fact that he seemed to take anything he wanted when he wanted. She turns her umber eyes back to his greens in an amused side-smile.

- I don't wait, Willow. In fact, it's the other way around. - he looks around the bar to find several eyes staring at him with desire but tonight his only interest it's the redhead in front of him. The bartender serves him a glass of whiskey while she scans the room following his narcissistic statement with a scoff. He sips his glass not breaking his eye contact with her, and she finally rolls her eyes to meet his gaze in half a smile.

- Do you always have to be so arrogant?- amused, sipping on her drink before licking her full lips.

- Do you always have to be so uptight? - his eyes following her tongue, the act so tempting to make him twitch inside his pants. Had she imagined it?

- Only to lawyers that are a little bit full of themselves- she finally retorts leaning in to cross her other leg, he laughs at her sarcastic answer and takes another sip from his glass. She tightens her inner thighs, feeling a warm pulsation within her core as she bites her lower lip while she replays his gaze following her tongue seconds earlier. His eyes sparkle with hunger. She breaks eye contact as she sips the last of her drink in a sudden rush of heat.

-Is that something you do often? - he inquires looking at her blushed cheeks and then back to her eyes. The grip on his glass was tight enough to put his knuckles paperwhite.

-Do what often? - she frowns, but his eyes aid her in realizing and the back of her hand flies to her cheek, a nice cool contrast to her warm skin. - Oh, it's just ...got hot in here- she swallows, taking off a light cardigan she had been wearing to be left in a sole strapless crop top that went according to her high-waisted skirt. She places the cardigan on the back of her chair and signals the bartender- Water and a wedge of lime- she orders to get her gaze back to him.

-I meant biting your lip - his thumb reaches out to touch her lower lip, a brief caress but long enough to feel the electricity running between them after she ordered her drink.

She gasps, muffled by the noise around them but evident in her light wince. She wasn't expecting him to touch her lips, let alone the spark of electricity that now seemed to linger in a tingle.

- Do you come here every night? - tilting her head, seeking a distraction.

- Not every night - he winks with a wicked smile as he scans her strapless crop top and the skirt showing her long and defined legs. Willow doesn't seem to be able to articulate so she appreciates him answering her question. The way he was looking at her body was too evident for her to ignore and the moist between her legs was proof of it. She tries to hold herself together with a tight smile.

- Must get boring, everything going the exact same way every time.- Was he able to hear her heartbeat? Because she could hear it ringing in her own ears. - I ... need to go freshen up. - her chocolate eyes filled with something she had never experienced before: lust. She stands up quickly, gracing his side with her abdomen as she tries to squeeze through, the back of her hand brushing against his hip unplanned for, nevertheless, unsettling.

He didn't have the chance to respond but as sure as hell wouldn't move to let her go that easily, enjoying the brushing of her body against his side, he asks the bartender for another drink as she walks off to the restrooms. He sits on his chair nestling the new glass between his hands with a shake of his head. How could she be so stubborn to resist what's evident chemistry pulling them close? A brunette sitting next to his stool smiles at him and begins a small talk. She knows what the drill is about this place and he'd be more than pleased to take her up on her offer to skip drinks and go straight to dessert. But unfortunately, his mind is now set on the one with fire hair and a sassy attitude.

She reaches the restroom almost panting and looks at herself in the mirror, unable to recognize herself with a pang of guilt in the pit of her stomach. She can't stop replaying his eyes and his touch, her fingertips now tracing her lip. She splashes some water on her neck and cheeks and tries to shake the tingle away. She's ready to get out finally, in a sigh, she opens the door to the empty hallway, muffled by the noise outside. She pondered the idea of just leaving. Being close to him got harder each day and she didn't want to become that type of person, the type of woman that cheats on her boyfriend. The boyfriend, who is locked up in jail unfairly. The cool air from the hall gives her a new whiff of gumption and she strides back to the bar to find him talking to a brunette.

She scoffs and feels relieved she didn't give in to his irresistible eyes and his wicked smile. Her eyes fixed on his as she walked back to her spot, not sitting but rather taking her cardigan off the back of the chair and clutching her purse in one hand, while the other reached out for her lonely glass to sip on it, a thirst that unfortunately wouldn't be satiated with water. Her red lips leave a mark on the edge and finally turns to see him. - Well, Monday found you- she says looking at the girl briefly, he excuses himself with the brunette, and turning around on the seat he looks at Willow inquiringly.

Just then, a couple of tipsy girls walk past her, too close, and push her. Her hand lands on his shoulder, her nose an inch away from his, and all the effort to forget about their electrifying connection, lost in a second. The stumble brings her close enough to get him drunk on her scent but it's lost too soon for his liking.

- I'm gonna go. I shouldn't have stayed anyway- the last sentence under her breath, letting go of him, her lip quivers before flickering her hair once again- I'll see you for our usual meeting - she swallows thickly before walking away.

She's talking nonsense at this point, where's she gonna go at this time at night? Is she going to drive all the way back to Cove Haven? He stands and grabs her by the arm - wait - he orders, turning her around but not giving her the chance to speak as he crashes his lips on hers, his tongue fighting against hers to gain control. The need to taste her finally being satisfied.

It all happened too quickly. She feels his grip on her arm and as she turns to face him in a frown, his tongue already parting her lips and dancing inside her mouth in the most delicious way. Her head is spinning as her hand clutches his arm, her own tongue not getting the memo from her own brain to stop. Absorbed in the moment, in him, in his taste, she's kissing him back but the luscious exchange ends abruptly as her hand flies to his cheek in a slap.

- What do you think you're doing? - she huffs almost out of breath, but her other hand was still clenching on his collar. - You know damn well I can't do this, you're my boyfriend's lawyer- her palm pushes his pectoral in frustration. Her slap stings on his cheek but that doesn't stop the cockiest smile to form on his lips. - This never happened- she swallowed, her voice clear but her eyes melted in his. She eyes her own hand on his collar and she can smell him still. Too close.

- I'll see you for our usual meeting - he replies using the same exact words she's just said before just as she lets go of him and rushes outside the bar. He wouldn't waste time to explain what that was about, she felt it as much as he did. So that's something for her to think about.

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A Week Later

-Miss Roderick, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?

-Have you seen him?- her voice full of anger -Jack, he was beaten-up again, I went to see him this morning- her words coming off agitated.

-Slow down - he orders - No, I haven't seen him, I wouldn't be so calm, had I known it. Did he tell you who was it?

-Stop ordering me what to do- she spats, closing her car door- He has a pretty good idea, Richard's new friends- she sighs- What can we do?

- Get him out before they kill him - his voice calm as he ruffles between documents in the office. She winces at his words "kill him", so she's quiet for a few seconds, only her shaky breathing.

- I'm showing up tomorrow first thing in the morning to see what I can do.

- Call me when you know something? - a whisper, not angry anymore, only terrified for Jack.

-I will. Anything else Willow? - he asks too busy now, going through the case's papers again.

-No... goodbye- stares blankly out the window.

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She is immersed in her sketchbook, her coffee looks untouched but the light lip mark at the edge of the cup says otherwise. At least drawing kept her thoughts in line for the time being.

She had seen Jack and he was finally out from medical watch, but she still hadn't received a call from Kaden all week long. She stuck around Miami after her visit in hopes she could hear from him but felt nervous. The last time they saw each other it all ended in a frantic kiss but she was willing to push through and pretend it didn't happen because she needed to put Jackson first.

After spending the night before going through the files once more, he found what could possibly be a way to get Jackson Wheeler out of jail, but there were some calls to make first. His morning turned out to be a conference call after another with the prosecutor and judge but finally, it all ended in agreement for Jackson's luck. Once everyone leaves the building to go home, he decides to call Willow in the privacy of his office.

Her phone screen lights up and she sees "Holloway" appear on it. She grabs it quickly, tossing the pencil carelessly. - Kaden- as if she had to announce his name, she was anxious, straight up on her chair.

- Willow - he greets, leaning on the back of his chair with his feet on top of the desk - I've got great news for you - his tone not showing any emotion - your boyfriend will be released tomorrow morning. - he finally gives her the news without a preamble.

-To...tomorrow?- she can't hide the disbelief in her voice. - Really? -her tone starts to pick up. He keeps quiet for a moment as she lets the information sink in. - How? How did that happen? - her sentences running together.

- That's why you hired me - keeping at bay his scolding tone - to get the job done, and well Miss Roderick it's finally done, he's out. - his last words sounding a bit spiteful. She frowns at his tone but her contentment is overbearing.

-Um.. what time is he being released? - she's standing up now, pacing side to side.

- He'll be released at 10 am - trying to soothe his tone he stands and walks to his little bar table and pours a drink.

- Kaden, I... -she sighs, settling her heartbeat- I don't know how to thank you- she says sincerely, hugging herself in one arm- Is there anything to sign or do? I don't...even know how it works.- a rush of questions overlapping in her mind. He sips his drink.

- Regarding Jackson's freedom no, but feel free to come and pay for my services whenever you want - he shrugs as he says so.

- And you'll be there? Tomorrow? - her tone a dash of hope as she lightly bites her fingernail.

- Yes, I'll be there - he doesn't need to be there at all but wouldn't miss the opportunity to see Willow once again.

- I'm still in Miami, can I drop by? - as she starts to pick up her stuff, her phone between her ear and shoulder, tilting her head. She looks at the watch on her wrist and twists her lips, maybe it was too late for her to stop by the office.

He closes his eyes - Sure, Willow. - he answers before ending the call. He goes back to his chair and brings back to life the laptop's screen - fuck - he mutters replaying all the conversations during the morning with the judge, he was not that kind of lawyer, the one who pays with favors. However, he didn't have many options as Jackson Wheeler might end up dead behind bars if this lasted any longer. He finishes his drink while checking some emails.

As she now approaches the building, she walks in but there was no receptionist or anyone for that matter. She walks towards Kaden's office and his secretary wasn't there either, the lights from her desk off. She starts to wonder if she misunderstood and he didn't mean to come over now. Slowly, she reaches for the door handle as she knocks once. - Kaden? - opening the door just a smidge for her head to peek in.

Once she sees him she walks in and for a second she regrets coming over, his office smelled of his cologne and suddenly the thin choker around her neck felt too tight, or maybe whenever she was around him the air seemed too heavy. He looks up just to see her coming in and despite being upset a couple of minutes ago, he can't help but smile cockily her way, taking her in from head to toes.

- Everyone's gone, I wasn't sure you were still here- closing the door behind her, she walks a few inches closer to his desk, she can't hold his gaze.

- You came anyway - he arches an eyebrow as he stands but keeps his distance behind the desk - May I offer you a drink? - he inquires as she seems tense around him. Maybe a drink will loosen her up.

Her lips parted about to utter a "no, thanks" but she had had the best news and maybe a sip would dissolve the current knot in her stomach. She nods once- Sure- she concedes, still avoiding looking directly into his eyes. He walks to the bar cabinet and pours two glasses of whiskey.

She takes a seat across his chair and pulls the checkbook and a fine point pen with her name out of her purse, to begin writing the check. With both drinks in hand, he walks silently back to her chair and leans in brushing her side as he places her glass on the desk right in front of her.

His presence is intoxicating for her, she tries to keep her breathing steady as their faces are inches apart. Her perfume is driving him crazy, urging him to touch her but a man has pride, and once slapped it's ok, twice not so much. She's gotta come after him now. She holds her breath as she can feel his skin so close to hers and her eyes close instinctively for a second. He breaks the closeness and strides back to his chair. She swallows thickly. Once seated he looks at her straight in the eye.

- You must be thrilled to finally get rid of me - he states calmly and sips his drink. Willow finally looks up at his remark, her velvety eyes like chocolate fixed on his greens and she kinks an eyebrow.

- Wouldn't it be the other way around? - her eyes are now focused on his lips on the edge of the glass and she has to bite her lower lip to keep it from quivering.

-Oh but I am thrilled, Willow - his void voice not matching his words.

- I know we said whatever it took to get him out but... what did you do? - a part of her knew how deals used to go, especially in corrupt cases like Clayton, Jackson's father and Cove Haven's chief of police, and Mayor Foley that had managed to pull through, and she wasn't sure why but she felt the need to know.

His eyes spark vividly into hers before shaking his head - My job - he says grinding his teeth - and it doesn't matter now, we won, Jackson is a free man and that's why I'm good at what I do. - he smirks to break the tension building up about that topic in particular.

She twists her lips, he could be so mysterious and she didn't know him well enough to press harder. - Regardless... thank you, Kaden.- her voice is warmer, as her fingers fidget with the glass until she finally takes a sip and winces when the liquid goes down her throat. - Gosh, how do you like this? - frowning at the whiskey that matched her eyes and a light cough, her hand flying to her throat brushing her choker.

His eyes never leave her sight, he nods her way with a small smile on his lips as she sips her drink - sometimes we like things we don't understand -He darts his tongue out to lick his bottom lip - and not everything has an explanation, Willow. - His words echo in her mind, how true was it that not everything had an explanation, like how she felt a magnetic pull every time he held her gaze.

His eyes now settle on that choker of hers. The thing gives a free ride to his mind as he imagines a tame Willow kneeled before him with that choker on and a breathable ball gag in her mouth. He laughs just to think about a quiet Willow, that would be interesting.

- Something funny? - an arched eyebrow and even a slight curve on her lips. Her question brings him back from his reverie to the unpleasant reality of the motive why she's here in the first place.

- Just a nice thought - he mutters almost inside of his glass, finishing the last of his drink. That damn glass. Even if she tried to deny it, she couldn't stop thinking about the damn kiss and it all came flashing back as she watches him finish the drink, mimicking the motion in attempts to bring the heat on her cheeks down, and gulps the remainder of her own glass, her face transparent in how unpleasant it tastes for her, even when the warmth in the aftertaste could be an acquired taste. She clears her throat and trying to hide her smile she leans over the desk to finish signing the check, a bittersweet feeling washing over her as it meant she wouldn't be seeing him any longer.

He looks at her signing the damn check, and he is tempted to tell her that he doesn't care about her money but she can pay him in oh so many other ways. He bites his tongue until he tastes blood in his mouth, the metallic flavor reminding him of his good choice to keep his mouth shut as she doesn't need to know all his kinks and perverted thoughts if she's going to be gone for good after tomorrow morning.

She stands up quickly, running away from her own thoughts, shoving the checkbook in her purse but neglecting to take her pen back. - I guess I should go now, I don't...want to keep you here longer- as she slowly walks to the door but stops and dares to look at him, and the moment their eyes lock she regrets it because now the warmth from the whiskey appeared to have traveled all the way to her inner thighs.

He stares at her in slow motion, how she rushes to stand but slowly walks to the door like her movements don't seem to agree with her words and nevertheless, when she turns around to lock eyes with him, the raw electricity flowing between them makes him snap out of his intense gaze and in two strides he's right next to her with his arm extended blocking the door - But I do - a wolfish grin appears on his lips like a predator about to eat his prey. Fuck his pride, being twice slapped by Willow Roderick sounds more like a victory and he's in for the challenge. He clasps her chin with one hand and with his other he grabs her hair in a tight fist. Pulling her hair back, he fucks her mouth with his tongue too eager to taste her again.

It was twice now that Kaden Holloway had accomplished the impossible: ignite the roaring fire within Willow Roderick. He didn't give her any time to process his words because once again he had crashed on her lips with no explanation whatsoever. Her hands react by clenching around his neck this time, her mind numbed by his ravenous tongue inside her mouth.

His hips pushed her against the closed door, shoving his erection on her middle section as a loud groan reverberated on his chest. She hums, muffled by his lips over hers, his groan only soaking her undies even more. She's pulling him towards her by his collar now, as her own tongue battles him in desperation. She's panting now as she tries to break apart and like a switch, she pushes him off but his weight was too much for her weakened limbs- Stop... I can't... I can't - her hands fly to her fired hair.

That was definitely progress with Willow, he now knows for sure that she wants him as much as he does her. Although it doesn't surprise him that she pulls away from him, considering things. He lets her go mainly because first, he's not a rapist, and second, he's got what he wanted for now. His finger is tracing her choker as he whispers in her ear. - But you want to, Willow and it's only a matter of time until you come back through this door again begging me to fuck you - She shuts her eyes, her lips parted while her pussy pulsates at his words. Damn narcissist, but her annoyance at his arrogance is easily erased when she feels his bite on her earlobe and she whimpers softly.

- Don't show up tomorrow- she commands as she tightens her jaw and wipes her lips with her index finger, her eyes fixed on him in a mix of lust and rage. She opens the door with unnecessary added force as she flickers her red mane on his face before disappearing.

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