Temptation's Embrace

This story's a wild ride written in English, and it's strictly for mature audiences only. We're talking scenes that would make your eyebrows raise and your pulse quicken-definitely not for the faint of heart or anyone under 18.

This is a BL story of Love at First Sight (In reverse). The initial encounter is purely physical, but their connection evolves into something deeper.

A night of intense passion between two colleagues. But their connection runs deeper than lust. Each secret meeting fuels a growing affection, a hidden love that neither dares to (Clark's POV)

The wind was cold tonight. I opened the window and savored the strong breeze. Soon, heavy rain started pouring, so I quickly closed the window.

"It's eleven o'clock, he's still not home," I whispered to myself, filled with worry.

I took my phone and called him three times, but he didn't answer. So I left him a message:

"Nathan, are you busy? I cooked a delicious meal. Let's eat together... I'll wait for you."

A few minutes later, he replied:

"I already ate, you go ahead first, then turn off the lights and go to sleep right away. I'll probably be home around twelve."

We've been together for three years, Nathan and I. But I've noticed that he's been coming home late from work more often.

Our once happy days are slowly fading away.

I love him deeply. I've gotten used to having him around. We used to tease each other, talk, and laugh. But now, it's not the same anymore.

He always says he's busy at work as School Principal, lots of tasks, and always tired. Even so, I still understand him. I wait for him and forgive him when he makes mistakes.

As he said, he wouldn't be home until twelve, so I ate first and then went to bed. Even with the lights off, I couldn't stop thinking about him. My worry wouldn't leave my mind.

What's going on at work? Who does he know? What does he do? And... what am I to him?

These are the questions I often think about when I'm left alone in the apartment.

Tik tak!

12pm...

Tik tak!

1pm...

Tik tak!

2pm...

Tik tak!

3pm...

Yes, I waited for him for four hours before he came home. Even with the lights off, I could smell the strong scent of alcohol. I didn't say anything and just pretended to be asleep.

He put his bag beside the table and changed clothes. Then he lay down beside me. Unlike before when he used to kiss me on the forehead every time he came home, now he just went straight to sleep without even noticing me.

"Joana... Ugh!!!... Joana... Ugghh!!!.. So good... Ughhh."

I heard these words coming from him. I couldn't believe him moaning and was talking in his deep sleep. What was even more shocking was the name "Joana."

Who is she?

His words shifted, the dream unfolding with brutal honesty.

"Damn...Hurry... Joana... It's almost there...come on... Uggh!!.. Fuck!"

The graphic imagery, painted with the raw brushstrokes of his unconscious mind, left no room for misinterpretation. I don't know who Joana is, but I know what he's dreaming about. It was clear he was dreaming about sex with someone named Joana.

I buried my face in the pillow, muffling the sounds with my hands, but his voice, amplified by the suffocating silence of the room, still pierced my defenses. Each moan, each whispered name, was a hammer blow to my already fragile self-esteem.

Why?

The word that came out of my mouth, unexplainable... Nathan has someone else.

The next morning, I woke up and Nathan wasn't beside me. I looked at the table and saw a note he left:

"Clark, I left early today; we have an important meeting at the office at six in the morning."

I immediately got up, showered, and ate. But even though it was morning, what happened last night was still fresh in my mind.

I wanted to ask him about Joana, but he was already gone. So, I'll just find the right time to talk to him.

*****

Sunlight streamed in, bright and warm. It is my first day of work, so I put on a crisp, clean polo shirt and my best black pants.

Last Saturday, I applied to Kaking Company as an encoder. And I was immediately hired because of my computer skills and fast typing.

Kaking Company is a small company that sells various hardware, kitchenware, and other products. It's known for its cheap prices and many branches in different locations. I'm hired as an encoder in the MIS department (Management Information System).

It was 7:30 in the morning when I arrived at the office. I went straight to the HR manager for some information about the job. Then, her assistant took me to our department.

"Good morning," I started. "I'm Clark Escopete, your new coworker in MIS. I hope we all get along,"

A wave of warmth washed over me as the room erupted in applause, a chorus of welcome that eased the knot of apprehension tightening in my stomach. Their smiles, genuine and bright, were a beacon in the unfamiliar landscape of my first day. This, I thought, this could be good.

"Hi Clark, I'm Aya. Nice to meet you," said a woman, extending her hand to me.

Then, she pointed to a man who was very focused and serious while typing on the computer.

"This is Mr. Antonio, our team leader."

Antonio looked at me, and our eyes met. Just from a glance, I knew he was skilled in using a computer. His every move was fast and perfect.

His physique, powerfully built, was a testament to strength and vitality. Muscles rippled beneath his shirt, strong arms etched with prominent veins, a silent display of raw power. A blush warmed my cheeks.

"He's so handsome!... Oh, no, he's strong," I murmured, the words a breathless confession lost in the hum of the office.

His face was small with a sharp nose and broad shoulders - He looked like Joo Jeakyung from Jinx. His eyes were like crystal balls staring at me. Eyes that pierced my soul. I don't know why, but I felt something different in my heart. It suddenly beat so strongly that I couldn't explain it with words.

About eight minutes later, he looked away from me. His eyes were full of emotion and desire, as if he wanted to tell me something. But I ignored it.

Soon, he stood up and walked towards where I was sitting.

"Read this," he said coldly, handing me a piece of paper. I felt awkward when I noticed our fingers brushed and touched briefly, but he quickly let go.

"Those are the things you should do when making a Receiving Report. Go to Aya and ask her to teach you," he ordered.

"Okay."

I immediately went to Aya to ask for instructions, then I did my work on my own. It was very easy for me, so I finished quickly.

When he noticed that I was done with my work and was just watching a music video, Antonio approached me.

"Close that. No sidelining here. If you have nothing else to do, just help me," he said and I immediately obeyed.

He gave me a new piece of paper.

"Read that, then make a new price."

I read what was written, but I didn't understand anything. I wanted to ask, but he was very busy and I was also shy.

I had no choice. I didn't know his new instructions... I was shy to ask... my heart was pounding for him... and I couldn't look him in the face.

What is this?

I just kept reading the paper over and over again until the tenth time. I flipped it over, and on the back, I saw a picture. Omg! my heart beat even faster, and my body slowly warmed up, so I quickly hid it and put it in my pocket.

Antonio noticed that I was just staring at the front of the computer and not doing anything, so he came over to me. He looked at my computer to see if I had started anything, but I hadn't.

His gaze was intense, a dark pool that seemed to draw me in. With a swift, almost predatory movement, he plucked my phone from my pocket. His fingers brushed my thigh as he did so, sending a shiver down my spine.

The cool metal of the phone against his skin was a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from his body. He expertly unlocked it, his thumb a blur across the screen as he copied my number.

Then, leaning closer, his shoulder brushing against mine, a faint pressure against my chest, he presented a small, square sticky note, his number meticulously written in elegant script.

The scent of his cologne, a sophisticated blend of something woody and spicy, filled my senses. Our bodies were pressed close, a silent intimacy that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

I could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat against my own, a steady drumbeat that resonated deep within my chest.

I wanted to speak, and I wanted to move my body, but I couldn't. It was as if something was stopping me.

He leaned closer, his breath warm on my ear. Suddenly, He bit my ear, then licked it, a surprising, cool touch that made my skin tingle. Then, a low, gravelly whisper, vibrated against my eardrum.

"Text me," he murmured.

"Huh!?" I managed to gasp, my voice barely a breath.

A slow, predatory smirk spread across his lips. "Maybe you have questions about the report?" he purred, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Or maybe you're curious about me, too."