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As he came closer, pressing me further into the door, my breathing quickened. But I wasn't going to let him take all the satisfaction from this torture, so I attempted to keep a straight face.
"You're bon...
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"Love is blind, and lovers cannot see, The pretty follies that themselves commit." —Jessica, The Merchant Of Venice
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Slumping into my car's leather seat, feeling the cool leather calm my nerves down, I felt the absolute worst. What the fuck was I thinking? Getting loose with a colleague was never in my wishlist, and it was something I had sworn off of from the start, but this time, why couldn't I draw the line? Why couldn't I be clear about it – with myself and with him too? Why did I have to be so fucking weak in front of him?
He wasn't even that great. I had previously worked with far more good looking actors who didn't even treat me badly, but this was the first time I had so actively taken part in such an activity with an actor. Sure, he had the prettiest eyes, which got smoldering and made me feel things when he got angry, and his smirk was famous to drop panties all around, and his physique was every woman's dream, and—
What the fuck Scarlett?
Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down, and think of something, anything other than that bastard. Thinking of him would only make my situation worse. And I just had to get fucking impulsive out there and take a huge sip of that whiskey. Now it was the cause of blurry eyes, blurry lines and a huge headache.
Feeling frustrated, annoyed and belittled in myself, I suppressed the urge to scream like a banshee, and took another deep breath. My therapist said that this always worked, so I hope this shit better work. There haven't been as many incidents where I desperately needed to use this technique, but tonight, I could use all the fucking remedies and tactics people have to calm themselves.
Finding a water bottle in my car, I opened it and chugged it down like it was the last time I would get to taste water. Finishing half of the bottle, I slipped the cap back on, already feeling better. Between drinking the whiskey neat, and letting him.... do all those things to me, I didn't realize that I was parched. Then again, any simple encounter with this man would also leave me feeling extremely thirsty—
He. Is. Not. That. Great.
A few minutes later, when I was feeling a lot better, I decided to move out of this ominous apartment building once and for all. I hope I never have to revisit him. Passing through the streets of posh London in the evening was like a blessing. Everything here looked better, sparkled better.
The ride was a short one, yet seemed to stretch on forever due to the innumerable thoughts flooding my head. Why was Naomi here? Was she really someone who shared some sort of intimacy with him? She could know his password as a friend too, but that would be a tad bit difficult to believe, considering the way she sunk her class deep into Isaac that night. She clearly wanted to send the message that he wasn't available for any other woman, while Aaliyah clearly told me that she wasn't his girlfriend.
Who exactly was she, then?
She could be anyone to him, but most of all, why would he reject her advances while choosing to have sex with me? She was slimmer than me, prettier than me, she even knows him for a long time, and would never put up a front against him like I do. So why? Why did he choose me, not her? Was there something I was missing in between? An equation that needs to be solved correctly to find the correct answer.
And then, suddenly it clicked me. The issue for which I came here, was still unsolved. And right then, I knew the reason. He just thought of fucking me as a way of distracting me from taking charge, so he could do whatever he wants. There was no other probable reason as to why he would choose me over someone like Naomi.
That fucking bastard!
He was really the lowest of the low. And to think that for a second, I thought he really wanted me. Even if it was just sex, even if it was ephemeral, I would never give in to someone who didn't even want me for what I had to offer. I wouldn't ever give in to someone who would fuck me with an ulterior motive. I might have been a pushover many times in my life, but I wasn't that much of an idiot.
Fuck him, and his stupid brain. If he ever tried this again with me, I would make sure to castrate him so he can't ever think of taking advantage of a woman for his benefit. Speeding down the empty road, in the chilly weather of the night, I made a resolution after almost an hour of dilemma...
