I sat in my dimly lit room, the glow of my phone illuminating my face as I read her message. Her words echoed in my mind, "Let's meet up, Ezikelle." The way she said my middle name sent a shiver down my spine. It was a name only a handful of people were privileged to use, and she knew exactly how it affected me.
I recalled the conversation we had just a few minutes ago. She had promised that this would be the last time, that she wouldn't bother me again. But I knew better. I knew that once wasn't going to be enough. Not for me, not for her.
My mind was a war zone, torn between my loyalty to my partner and my desire for her. I craved her in ways I couldn't explain, in ways that made me feel alive. But I also knew that giving in to those desires would be a betrayal of the person I loved.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil within me. But it was no use. I was already lost, already succumbing to the temptation that had been building for so long.
"Fine," I said the word echoing in the silence of my room. I knew I was going to show up tonight, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise.
I typed out a response, my fingers moving hesitantly over the keyboard. "Where and when?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
The response came almost immediately. "Usual place, 7 pm. Don't be late."
I closed my eyes, the weight of my decision settling heavy on my shoulders. I knew what I was about to do, and I knew it wouldn't be easy to live with the consequences. But for now, I just couldn't resist the pull of her presence, the thrill of the forbididen.