Captivated - Unlawful temptations

Three

Wil only arrived at his house in the evening. All-day, after his affair with the madwoman, was over, Vernon took him to a friend's house who offered him a job cleaning their gardens.

"Vernon, I'm so grateful for the job."

"Hey, that's nothing compared to what your father did for me." Vernon pulled his head out the car window. "Your neighbors are so noisy."

Wil turns to his neighbor's house, which he still remembers belongs to the Oswald family. "I think his son is partying. Mr. and Mrs. Oswald are visiting their parents."

"Ah, young man," Vernon understands. "He'll have trouble when his parents come home."

Wil chuckles at Vernon's words.

"I see. Have you cleaned your yard?"

Wil nodded. "That was before I went to your place."

"Stop by the shop again. I'll make you a good meal."

"Tomorrow after work, I'll stop by."

"All right, I'll go home then."

"Be careful on the road," Wil said, waving to Vernon who began to leave him.

One problem is over. At least for the next few weeks, Wil doesn't have to think about where he's going to get the money and food. Another thing he has to think about right now is finding someone who should be responsible for what he's been through for the past 15 years. Wil took a new phone that Vernon gave to him, and looking for a surname didn't take long. The name is so famous in Stagraaf. Mostly, all important sectors in this city are controlled by them.

Wil's fingers are still dancing on his phone screen, but suddenly his eyes are perfectly widened while reading one article title there. Ernest Lodsudd killed himself!

"s**t!" cried Wil with fingers clutching tightly at his phone. "You're dead? We haven't met yet, but why are you dead?! Argh! You haven't felt what I feel! Living in jail for what you did, motherfucker!"

Wil growls rough, kicking a wooden table in front of him. Cursing the death of Ernest Lodsudd, the man who dragged Wil's father to prison on a false charge! 

"No! No! Even if you're dead, your family will still have to accept my revenge, Ernest! Yes, you still have a brother who inherited all your money! I will make your brother bow before me, begging for the pity of his life. Just like what you did to my father! You'll regret all of that! You'll wish you could come back to life to help your brother!"

Wil returns to his phone screen, looking for any information about the remaining Lodsudd family. Getting the Lodsudd family destroyed is Wil's first goal after he gets out of jail. Wil won't leave any members of the Lodsudd family, all of whom have to accept his retaliation. A dime, Wil won't leave it to the jerky family.

Wil's focus on his phone screen is distracted by the sound of loud knocks on his door. Wil immediately moves to open the door, but he doesn't find anyone there. Wil looks out, and he sees two men running and laughing.

"You boy!" snapped Wil. They ignore him.

However, just moments passed, a louder sound was heard again. Wil opens the door again, and the two f*****g boys run away! f**k if they're kids, Wil doesn't care at all! He chases them immediately and ended up at his neighbor's house having a party.

Honestly, Wil didn't want to get into trouble with Mr. and Mrs. Oswald's son who gave him an apple pie this afternoon. However, the sound of the music and their behaviors have severely disturbed Wil's composure. Eventually, Wil stepped into the Oswald family yard and repeatedly pressed the bell of his house.

"Yes?" greeted a woman with a beer in her hand. "You're too old to join this party. But you're so hot! Look at your bicep muscles. It's exciting. Did you intentionally wear this sleeveless shirt to show off your muscles?" she continued with a hoarse voice and fingers that continued to play on Wil's arm.

"Who's in charge of this party?"

"Uh! Why hurry, Honey?" whispers the woman in Wil's ear, then bites his ear. Make Wil's reflex evade. "Oops! Sorry. You're very sensitive apparently. All right, if you don't want to play."

The woman raised her glass high, then pointed out its contents until it ran out.

"Come in! Oscar threw this party for us to enjoy!"

"Where's Oscar?"

"Why do you want to meet someone busy with his girlfriend? Better, you just come with me, we—"

Wil blocked the woman's arm, making her cringe in pain.

"I don't have time to play with you guys! Hurry up and get Oscar out right now!"

The woman squees angrily but then steps aside and leads Wil towards the second floor. Wil passed his eyes and just smiled, imagining what Mr. and Mrs. Oswald would do if they learned that his only son was having a party to destroy their home? 

Shortly after the wait, a young man descended the stairs with a somber face. His move stops right in front of Wil and greets him with just a cold stare.

"You're Oscar?"

Oscar gives little nod in response, staring at Wil from the tip of his head to his dull shoes.

"Do I know you?"

"I don't think you remember who I am. Last time I saw you when you were wearing diapers."

"Oh, so now you're the Old Man... I'm sorry, who's your name again?"

"I haven't said it yet." Wil sighed. "I'm Wil, next-door neighbor," he continued, nodding toward his house.

Oscar follows where Wil sees off, but still has no interest in taking Wil's chat more seriously.

"Two of your friends nodded me."

Oscar looks back and pays close attention to his friends. "Hey! Are you bothering this old man?"

The snot-nosed kids who were having fun swaying instead of answering Wil's question, instead compactly exclaimed mocking him.

"You see for yourself? No one bothers you. Maybe you—"

Before Oscar finishes his sentence, Wil already clutched his cheek with one hand. Oscar and some of his close friends were surprised.

"Look, boy! I don't care if you want to destroy your parents' house with this useless party of yours. But one thing!" Wil tightened his grip. "Do not disturb my composure. Got it?"

Oscar nodded quickly.

Seeing Oscar's expression of fear, Wil immediately let go of his grip accompanied by a slanted smile that added a cynical impression to his face.

"Keep your music down. I need a break because tomorrow I have to get up early."

"Al—all right."

Without saying goodbye, Wil passes straight from the Oswald family home. As hard as he could resist his laughter, he tried not to explode when he saw Mr. Oswald's son's expression. Wil is pretty sure, if Wil hasn't let go of his grip in the next minute, the young man will wet his pants.

Wil locks the door, lowers the curtains, then steps towards his room to rest. The pain in his body must disappear immediately so that tomorrow morning he can start working well. However, just one step into his room, his eyes managed to perfectly round, staring at something—instead, rather, someone lying on his bed! A woman with messy hair covering her entire face, perch, and snoring!

Wil growls upset to find a drunk Friend Oscar in his room. Even without shame, the woman occupies Wil's entire bed, which even to occupy himself is already crowded!

"Hey!" snapped Wil from his bedroom door. "Miss! How did you get in here? This isn't your bed, not even your house! You're at the wrong house! If you want to get drunk, go to Mr. Oswald's house!"

She's still asleep. No sign, she'll answer Wil's scolding.

"Hey!" again Wil called out to her, but the woman remained unticked. With a crushing upset, Wil approaches the woman and tries to wake her up. "Hey! Get up!"

Wil again shakes the woman's shoulders, then removes the hair that covers her face. Slowly Wil flexes the woman's body, and when he discovers what the drunk looks like, Wil rolls his eyes lazily. But his hand quickly grabbed the blanket folded at the end of the mattress to cover the woman's upper body.

"Damn me today!" he grumbled. "Why we meet again?!"

The woman moaned, muttering something in the middle of her sleep. Wil doesn't exactly capture what she's saying.

"What did you say?" asked Wil, who was bringing his face closer to his still-fuming interlocutor.

"Help me," she moaned. "If I go home, Dad will kill me."

Wil's squat upon it. "You spoiled brat!"

The woman is still struggling, which manages to ignite Wil's anger to the maximum point. Regardless of anything else, Wil lifts the woman's body and takes her out.

"Dad, someone wants to kill me," she said again.

"Who are you? Until someone wants to kill you? But it's not surprising, seeing how annoying you were at Vernon's tavern. You must be a spoiled rich girl, accustomed to all the luxuries, full of demanding, and—"

Wil instantly feels like a lunatic, because he's nagging in no way.

Wil drops the woman off on the porch of his house, still enveloping her with the only blanket he has. Wil did intend to leave this drunk woman on the porch of his house. He was convinced, once she realized, that she would either go home or at least return to Oscar's house.

However, what happened a few hours later frustrated Wil! His eyes are hard to close, not because of the residual scent of that woman's perfume that is still attached to the bedsheet. It because his brain doesn't stop thinking about the possibility that an annoying woman may still be cold even though she is covered in a blanket. Upset, Wil immediately departs and steps quickly towards the door of his house. As Wil peeks behind the curtain gap, that woman is still in the same position, since he left three hours ago.

"Why didn't Oscar look for her? How much alcohol does she drink? Why haven't you come to your senses?" he murmured. "That's none of my business. At least in a few hours, she'll wake up and come home soon by herself."

Wil opens the door of his house, then crouches down to pay close attention to this sleeping face in front of him. Unfortunately, Wil's gaze is hard to switch from that tiny red lip.

Wil sighed. Although his heart is covered in vengeance, letting an innocent woman—though very annoying—lips slowly turning blue because of the cold, Wil is not that firm. Wil's fingers slowly re-button her shirt, then lift her. No, Wil won't take her to sleep in his bed again, but Wil will take her back to where she belongs. Oscar's house.

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