Shadow seduction episode 1

SHADOW

SEDUCTION

WRITTEN BY : NOEL UGBOHA

PROLOGUE: Enigmatic Temptation

2004

Lighting up the third cigarette of the evening, I felt the cool night breeze caress my face. A mere push could send me over the edge, plunging me into death. A tear clung to the edge of my eyelash as the heart break within me increase.

Was this what heartbreak truly felt like? I couldn’t help but wonder. There had to be other ways to deal with this agony. I’d learned that losing someone didn’t have to lead to the cold embrace of death; life could offer alternatives.

“No!” A tiny voice pierced through the tempest within me, causing me to start involuntarily. In that moment, I believed I was on the brink of falling off the roof, yet the voice reached out and whoever it was, pulled me back, as I fall to the cold floor.

I found myself on the floor, atop a young girl whose features hinted at innocence. Golden locks framed her face, glasses rested on her nose. The softness beneath me was an undeniable sign of her femininity.

Swiftly, I retreated, my eyes locked on her. “Why would you contemplate such a dire action?” I questioned, the abyss still tempting me even as her intervention saved me from its clutches.

“Weren’t you a bit too old for this?” She growled, her brows furrowing with a fierce determination.

I attempted to explain, but she wouldn’t let me get a word in. Tears welled in her eyes “why would you want to kill yourself” she move closer and hit my head, but the thought of sucide wasn’t what made me get to the edge of this roof ” aren’t you too old for that?” She repeated and I furrow my brows.

” That’s …..”

She didn’t let me talk before tears drop from her tears ” my elder brother recently committed sucide here, I know life is hard but she really need to learn to survive” she hit my shoulder and I frown as her voice quivered. Her elder brother had recently taken his own life here on this rooftop. What does that have to do with me?

I sighed. “I’m not your elder brother.”

She nodded, and her sincerity struck a chord. “Promise me you won’t end your life. Think of your parents.”

“They’re gone,” I admitted, her shock evident in the widening of her eyes. “They perished in an accident, leaving me to grapple with solitude.”

“Would you really join them?” Her frown deepened. “What about your siblings?”

“I’m an only child,” I confessed, and she bit her lip, her struggle for words palpable. Which got me smiling, almost laughing.

But she redirected our conversation, her concern shifting. “And you shouldn’t be smoking. You’re far too young for it.”

“I’m twenty-three,” I countered, and she stood up, hands on her hips, unwavering, her skirt lift up a little, I frown at the glimpse of pink underwear.

I quickly get on my feet.

“Well, I’m sixteen,” she declared. “And I insist you quit smoking.” Her voice carried an unwavering determination as she surveyed her surroundings. “If you look closely, you’ll find reasons to embrace life. That’s what my mother always said.”

Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, and I could do nothing but bear witness to her profound grief. “He left me,” she cried.

Then, in a surprising turn of events, she embraced me, which kind of person hugs a stranger out if the blue?

her tears continued to fall. I remained immobile, a stranger caught in the whirlwind of her emotions, her sorrow consuming me, and her chest pressed tightly on mine, I swallowed.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, my voice a soothing balm. “You’ll find someone else.” My words were definitely wrong for this situation. She raised her head, and I gently wiped away her tears.

“Don’t dwell on him,” I urged. “Embrace life; that’s what he would have wanted.”

She sniffled and used my shirt to wipe her nose. I cringed inwardly at the act. As she departed, her cheek look flush as if she couldn’t believe what she just did

” Just don’t die!!!” And just like that, she ran out of my sight, my gaze move down and stare at a pair of her ear ring, picking it up I stare at the initial…. L.. must be the first letter of her name.

her presence lingered in my thoughts, haunting my dreams. Her golden hair and emerald eyes, a vivid memory imprinted in my mind.

I couldn’t fathom why this young girl had invaded my consciousness, leaving me with more questions than answers. Each dream left me awakened with a
hard-on, a sudden longing to sleep with a teenager? Have my days of peaceful living end?

Do I now desire to go to fuck someone far younger than I?

Do jail await me?

I merely went to that roof top to clear my head.

What kind of seduction did that child perform on me?

One that I didn’t even realize?

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SHADOW

SEDUCTION

WRITTEN BY : NOEL UGBOHA

CHAPTER ONE : SILENT DESIRE ( HIS RETURN TO LONDON)

2012

His firm grip tightened as I struggled relentlessly. He hissed cruel words into my ear, “You should be grateful that I even want you, you cheap whore.” Desperation welled up inside me, and I cried out, fully aware of what awaited me as his hands tore away my shorts and any remnants of hope.

Fear seized my face, my body trembling as the terrible truth of my situation slowly sunk in.

—

“Miss Lacey.”

A voice pulled me from the tormenting nightmare. My entire body was soaked in perspiration as I locked eyes with the person before me. She gazed at me with a knowing and sympathetic look.

“More nightmares?” she inquired.

I could only nod, unable to form words. “What’s the time?” I gasped, accepting the glass of water she offered.

“It’s past six,” she replied gently. “You’re running late for work.”

“I’m aware of that,” I muttered, pushing aside the horrifying memories from my dreams. “You can go; I’ll get ready and join my father shortly.”

“Very well. I’ll inform him right away,” she said, leaving with a nod.

As I watched her departure, I took in the tasteful surroundings of my room, a haven of all things elegant, a stark contrast to the turmoil of my nightmares. Quickly, I readied myself for the day ahead. I donned black trousers, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a gray jacket. My files, ID card draped around my neck, and my phone came along with me.

Without any delay, I secured my hair in a high ponytail and exited the room.

“Late for breakfast?” my father inquired as I approached him in the dining room.

“I’ve informed you already,” I growled, “I intend to find my own apartment soon. You ought to get accustomed to dining alone.”

“I’ve already shared my thoughts on the marriage,” he responded.

“I will not wed someone I don’t know!” I exclaimed. “Cease arranging blind dates for me.”

He sighed, furrowing his brows. “Lacey, I’m not growing any younger, and I wish to see you in a wedding dress by the end of this year.”

“Seems like you’re still holding onto those dreams,” I muttered.

“Lacey.” He growl ” you have a blind date to attend today, by eight”

“I won’t be able to eat today. Excuse me.”

“You should contemplate taking over the company,” he growled. “If only I had a son.”

His final words made me frown, but they did not deter me. I climbed into my car and left the mansion. Was there a morning when I could wake up, enjoy a decent breakfast, and proceed to work without unnecessary complications? I longed for the simplicity of such a life.

Parking my car in the company’s parking lot, I hurried to a nearby coffee shop. I procured an Americano and two sandwiches, then rushed back to the office. I checked my wristwatch; I had ten minutes before Sir Ethan’s arrival.

Approaching my desk, I arranged my files, placed his coffee and sandwiches on the desk, and waited for Sir Ethan. Moments later, he arrived at the company, appearing as imposing and unapproachable as ever. He walked by, ignoring the greetings of others.

“Good morning, sir,” I greeted, attempting to break through his stern exterior. He entered his office without uttering a word. A couple of minutes later, I followed him into his office, leaving his coffee and sandwiches on his desk. His dark eyes met mine.

“Seventy-five degrees, hot,” he asked “No onions”

” Yes sir”

He glanced at his laptop, then back at me. “You can leave.”

As I turned to exit, I couldn’t help but feel nervous. “Can I assist you with anything, Miss Lacey?”

“Sir…” My voice trembled as I met his intense gaze.

“This won’t be a waste of my time if you speak!” he groaned.

“Sorry,” I muttered, retreating from his office and shutting the door. My palms were damp with sweat as I wondered how I could start a conversation with someone like him.

I could still feel the weight of his unwavering gaze and hear his commanding voice in my mind. As I walked back to my desk, I noticed everyone in the food department staring at me with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Even Sir Ethan’s secretary, who had worked closely with him for years, hesitated to ask him about a favor. They knew better than to engage him in casual conversation.

Sitting back down at my desk, I rested my head on the table, exhausted and overwhelmed. For years, I had concealed the truth about my family’s business dealings. If my colleagues were to find out, they would undoubtedly treat me differently. It was a secret I couldn’t afford to share.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I hastily picked it up. “Monica?”

“Lacey, you won’t believe who I found!” Monica’s voice screamed so loudly that I had to pull the phone away from my ear for a moment.

“Are you planning to burst my eardrums?”

“Where are you?” Monica asked.

“I’m at work, unlike some people,” I replied.

“You’re touchy,” Monica observed, her voice now calm. “I don’t plan to work either.”

“Why did you call me, Monica? I don’t want Mr. Grumpy to catch me taking a personal call.”

“Right, as I was saying… I think I’ve found your dream man.”

“My dream man!” I exclaimed, my curiosity piqued. “You mean…”

“Yes!” Monica screamed with excitement. I quickly glanced at Sir Ethan, engrossed in his work. I was certain he wouldn’t even notice if I took some time off.

“You better not be lying,” I warned Monica.

“Trust me, he’s in a coffee shop, drinking like a commoner,” she assured me. I couldn’t help but doubt that the mayor’s son would be found in such an ordinary place.

The information concerning the weapons hadn’t reached our location yet, and I couldn’t help but feel restless. I picked up my fourth cigarette, lit it, and placed it between my lips.

“What about Harry’s division?” I inquired.

“I was told he tried other means to secure the supplies, but he couldn’t get very far,” my subordinate reported.

I turned my attention to George. “And you?”

“I’ve spoken to the owner of the company. I’m sure he won’t be able to refuse such an offer. That company will soon be under our control,” George assured me.

“That’s more than I expected,” I replied with a satisfied smile. “Tell me how the campaign for mayor is coming along.”

I got up from my chair and headed out of my office, with George following closely behind.

“I’ve set everything up, the people, the posters,” George informed me.

“What about Edwin?” I inquired.

“He still has mixed feelings about running for mayor, especially given the fact that you two haven’t seen each other for five years,” George revealed.

“Is he aware of my return to London?” I questioned.

“No, sir. But his exact words were, ‘Tell that half-arse of a brother to keep his hands off my life, just like he did five years ago,'” George relayed.

I couldn’t help but smile at his response. “Quite harsh,” I mused.

Chuckling, I stood and stared down at the company I had built from nothing, with my own two hands, along with a little help from the blood of individuals. “Is that all for today?” I asked.

“Yes, sir,” George replied.

“What does my schedule look like?” I queried.

“You just arrived in London. Your meetings begin tomorrow,” George answered.

I turned my gaze to meet George’s eyes, and he offered an awkward smile. “What am I supposed to do in the meantime?”

George hesitated for a moment and then spoke up. “You could go to a coffee shop, get reacquainted with the place, or revisit your favorite rooftop—the place you used to frequent.”

I furrowed my brows. I had no intention of going to a rooftop while it was still broad daylight. I had only been returning to that place in hopes of seeing that girl again, and the thought of her pink underwear continued to invade my dreams.

“Re-arrange my schedule,” I said firmly.

“Your uncle has set you up for a blind date,” George informed me, his voice filled with concern.

I stopped in my tracks, my legs coming to a halt. “What did you say?”

“I think he found out that you’re back in London. The date is for this evening at eight,” George relayed.

“Cancel it,” I ordered.

“But, sir…” George started.

Looking at him, I held out my hand, furrowing my brows. He gasped and handed me his house keys.

“You do know you have a house of your own,” he pointed out.

“Yours is filled with food,” I explained.

“You’re wealthier than I am,” George growled.

I nodded, a smirk playing on my lips. “It feels good to live off someone.”

TBC