Temptation
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Cade couldn’t seem to understand what the woman before him was saying. Their relationship had started at a rocky path at the beginning. Once they were bitter enemies, a title which evolved into frienemies as the years progressed, had again evolved to the title friends. No one, not even Cade understood how it had happened, but he welcomed it nonetheless. Hamora, a woman with dark brown hair, sat up from her chair that rested at the window overlooking the city below.
“Why is all of this important?” Cade asked her.
“Because I have seen you work and tile so hard for the people you love and care for,” Hamora asked. “Sacrificed, bleed, and lost many things and for what, for people to bash and ridicule you? It isn’t right Cade, it’s outright preposterous!”
“I do what I do so that others won’t have to,” Cade said sharply. “It’s-”
“The right thing to do yes I know,” Hamora interrupted almost angrily. She looked out of the window as if she had been wounded. She took a small inhalation before she continued. “I’m sorry about what she did to you.”
Cade was taken aback.
“How did you know?”
“About your recent whore?” Hamora asked as she remained facing the window. “Cade when you talk loudly others tend to hear you. For her to pack her things and leave you whilst you fought protecting her freedom was nothing short of cowardice. Now I hear she’s having a new relationship with one of your fellow soldiers. What was his name, ah Torrend yes?”
His gut wrenched at the mere mention of his name. He was someone he never wanted to hear about again. The man had saved his life, drank with him, fought with him, and after all their work, he took his woman behind his back. If Hamora suggested that he felt betrayed, she was right. Why was it that good men, such as himself, always lost out in end? Why was it that lazy, corrupt individuals always seemed to prosper whilst he and others like him tiled and suffered? It wasn’t right nor was it fair. Also, the thought of becoming something….wicked…had crossed his mind more than once. After all, it appeared that the rewards were there. They ate lavishly, women flocked to them in droves, became rich. The villains he fought always won out in the end and….
“Cade?”
“Yes,” he said snapping back to reality. Hamora was peering at him almost intently.
“Have you heard from her lately?”
“I don’t want to talk about Ham,” Cade said. At this Hamora ordered the blinds to be shut. Instantly the room dimmed as the electronics obeyed her command. Cade began to wonder what she was doing as she slowly approached him.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“What?” Cade asked puzzled. He couldn’t understand for the life of him what was going on.
“I’m asking you what do you want?”
Cade honestly didn’t know how to answer. He wanted many things that no one could ever hope to give him. Besides he was not a needy or selfish man. His life growing up poor had taught him to appreciate the things that he earned for himself, that excepting handouts would be of no value. Yes Cade wanted many things, things that either must be earned or that could not be given to him.
“What kind of a question is that?”
“An honest one,” Hamora replied. “How about I do this another way? I want you to tell me how we met.”
Cade squinted at her, and then; “We were once enemies. We often fought each other, hated each other and I almost succeeded in killing you once before, just as you almost killed me. After three years of fighting we just, we just simply became friends, just like that.”
Hamora chuckled in her hand before looking at him once more.
“We are both from different worlds Cade and yet we are best of friends after our turmoil, yes. You come from a world of poverty whilst I’m from luxury. You’ve been trained by the democrats to think only of others and not of yourself, that such thoughts are horrid and dishonorable, but you’ve lived the life of poverty your whole life. You did not come into that life by choice and you’ve been brainwashed by the democrats to believe that people such as myself are selfish, rude, greedy, and outright tyrannical. Yet it was these same democrats that have pushed your world into the poverty it has known for decades. I know you Cade, you were bullied, beaten, and sneered at by your peers as a child, you told me so yourself. Then you enlisted in the militia on your world, where they could further brainwash you. The point I’m trying to make here Cade, is that someone like you, good, caring, supportive, and honorable, should want something without worry of being called selfish or suffer some horrible repercussion. You are only told by your leaders and your peers what they want and you’re the one doing most of the suffering. Cade, I want you to tell me what you want.”
“I don’t want anything Ham, I’m not-”
Hamora reached up and cupped his cheeks with her hands.
“It’s alright Cade, it’s okay to want once in awhile. I can make it happen, you know of my position. A glass of wine, yours. A brand new home, yours. Let’s look out the window, come.” Once again an order escaped Hamora’s lips and light once again illuminated the room. She guided Cade to the window where he could witness the glorious splendor of the city below. He watched the fancy hovercars slowly fly by, young couples dressed in richly fine clothing walking about on the skywalks, and he even caught a feint glimpse of someone having an expensive meal at one the restaurants a few feet below. And once night fell upon the city, the lights would make the city more illustrious than before with its different array of lights and sound. The apartments the people lived in would come to life with merry making while Cade would merely sit inside of another dimly lit and dank barracks awaiting the next fight. It almost felt wrong, but someone had to do it. And yet….
“Pick something, anything. You once told me that if you want something you must earn it right? Well I think you’ve earned it after all you been through, after all you’ve done don’t you?”
Cade began to feel feint. What this woman was saying wasn’t right and yet, it made perfect sense. How many times was he denied his just reward after coming home from battle, how many times was he betrayed by the very people he thought were his friends, how many times had he willingly waved his rights for the good of his planet, only to be punished by the very people who had trained him to believe his sacrifice was in good service.
“You’re joking,” he told Hamora.
“The time for jokes has long since passed Cade. I’m offering you anything you desire. Any-thing.”
What could it hurt?
“Alright.” Shrugging and still puzzled, Cade thought of the most expensive thing, so as to test her. “A Poseidon Hovercar.”
“Done, anything else my friend?”
Cade gasped.
“Hamora I was only kidding, those things cost a fortune!”
“I told you Cade, I am not joking and that car is yours. Do not worry about the expense. Now, anything else?”
In a cautious voice Cade said; “A Jinorian mansion, complete with a swimming pool and the latest tech.”
“Done, I’ll have a team ready to work on it tomorrow. Anything else?”
Cade, still skeptical then asked; “What if I wanted to make my ex pay for how she betrayed me?”
“I could have her life and all those involved in your personal betrayal snuffed out within the hour if that isn’t too soon for you.”
Cade went still. Sure their betrayal was cruel, but it didn’t warrant the end of their lives. Also, he figured that there must be a reason as to why she was doing all of this, saying all of this.
“Why are you doing this?”
Hamora smiled.
“Because I am trying to impress upon you that it is not a selfish thing to want for yourself once in awhile, and also the growing truth of our friendship. You and I have been through so much and it’s only right that we grow from it. Follow your heart for once Cade, open yourself to what you want and not what others want. You’ve done that for far too long.”
“What if I said I wanted you?”
Instantly Hamora removed her clothing. When her clothes fell to the floor, what stood there was a shapely woman with an athletic body, natural curves, supple breasts, and a toned body. Her stomach was flat and her slender arms only added to her appeal. Cade felt his lower regions begin to stiffen at the sight of her.
“Then I am yours, mind, body, and soul. When I said anything, did you think that didn’t include me?”
“I have to sit down,” Cade said with an inhalation. When he sat, Hamora wrapped her arms around him. None of this was real, none of this could be true. This wasn’t…
“This is right Cade, this is right. Join me here Cade, be with me. I’m yours, all of me is yours and anything you want.”
“There’s a catch,” Cade said. He felt embarrassed to hear himself almost sob the words.
“No catch, just want Cade. Only want, do what you think is right. Take what we both know you deserve. Ask and its yours.” She leaned in his ear, licked it once and then she whispered; “Ask, and it’s yours.”
Thoughts racing, hormones raging, Cade couldn’t think straight let alone breathe. This was all too much to take it. Could she really accomplish these things for him? Could she really make good on her promises?
“Ask Cade, ask and its yours.”
After much thought, he gave in. He looked back at her, lips quivering.
“First, I want you. Then I want you to ruin the lives of all those who betrayed me, after that I want a new home, hoovercraft, and I want an entire piece of land all to myself. Also, I want swords custom made and I want a seat in your meetings.”
Hamora smiled to herself, her father had been right all along. With Cade here, the war would tip in their favor and after Cade had outlived his usefulness…
“Done, now take me Cade. Take me as though your life depended on it.
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