"Can I serve you a bit more pleasure, Miss?", the wicked, nocturnal, and rich Mr. Ramsay kissed her knuckles out of maliciousness.
"Get lost, you moron.", she screamed, adjusting the duvet over her bare torso, to conceal all the marks left by the desperate jerk on her body during the last night's encounter.
"Don't shout, Woman.", Mr. Ramsay caught hold of her arms, turning them white.
"Just because I let you jerks pleasure me, that doesn't mean that I'm a caged bird. Your doing is over. Get lost.", she kicked his sensitive spot, and wrapping the duvet around her frame, went inside the washroom and latched it, while Mr.
Ramsay gritted in fury.
"You're gone, Miss.", he fumed, getting into his business suit, and going out.
Hot water dribbled down, washing her marks and laving her torso.
She stared into oblivion, gaping.at the turn of events that unfair life had bestowed upon her.
She was an incredulous miser, living life on sinful pleasures.
Nerdy businessmen pleasure her, and even she tends to enjoy, without any kind of a
strengthening bond.
Life was alive but without a fervent meaning.
But there wasn't any looking back.
Draping herself in a shimmering one piece, she walked out of the loo, only to find the hotel room vacant.
"Last night was such a stress releaser. But this Ravaan Ramsay boils my blood with his never- ending desires.", she chipped mentally, combing her luscious curls and trimming her tresses a bit.
Walking over to the main door of the suite, she turned the knob to get out of the room.
But to her deepest horror, she found it locked from outside.
"Raavan Ramsay.", she cursed in disgust.
******************************
"What the fuck do you expect from these pieces of shit?", he shuddered as his off-tempered sadist boss shouted at him, throwing his hard- clicked photographs on the soiled floor.
"You call yourself a freelance photographer.", his Boss howled again.
He kept mum, gulping all the humiliation, that he never deserved.
"The next time this happens, I won't take a
second to fire you.", the man eater Boss
screamed.
Dejected, he walked out of the office premises, and blended into oblivion, cursing the undesired life he was living, when his phone buzzed nonchalantly, and flashed the caller ID of his best friend, Parth.
"Randhir dude, Let's go clubbing tonight.",
Parth's overexcited voice did nothing to cheer him off.
"Not Interested, Parth.", he hovered, depressed.
Curious at Randhir's unusually cold voice, he at once realised that Randhir desperately needed some recreation.
"Fine bro. Let's meet up tomorrow.", Parth
chipped back blatantly.
"Glad", Randhir quipped back before
disconnecting the line.
Randhir sauntered back to his apartment
aimlessly, while miles away, Parth's eyes gleamed with an unknown twinkle. ★
Until Next Time.
Signing off,
Aishi ♡☆
YOU ARE READING
Saints and Sinners_A SanDhir Story of Love ♡ #Wattys2015
RomanceWhen the gorgeous devil-cum-lady Sanyukta Agarwal meets the ever-charming, suave Randhir Singh Shekhawat, her life takes a U-turn and she's brought back to what she was before. But what he is unaware of is her dreadful past, that keeps haunting her...
