Love has its ways- Jenshad /Adiya Anecdotes(OS) - ✓

AT MY WORST- PART 2 (18+++++)

Hello there beautiful people! Here we are with the next part. So are you ready to unfold the mystery? What do you think might have happened? Read now to find out.

∆∆∆Reader discretion is highly advised. It contains scenes that are dark and can affect a person. So if you're not comfortable, please skip those parts.

This is a work of fiction. Please don't relate it to any real person.

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It had been a month and she couldn't get him off her mind. She tried to hook-up with other men, but his thoughts kept intervening and she couldn't pursue it further. She had started feeling better and joined her work back. Her thoughts were not gloomy and she could somehow concentrate back on her work. But she couldn't go back to her house. She still preferred to get drunk and crash at Naihal's place at nights.

On the other hand, Harshad couldn't stop thinking about the woman who changed him overnight and brought out this side of him. He wasn't bothered but he expected her to call him back. But when did things turn out in his favour, He continued on with his life like he used to, but with a certain woman's thoughts coming back and forth.

He went to Paris on a business deal and the city had made him feel more lonely than he ever did. Exhausted, he couldn't wait to get back home and sleep his weekend and loneliness away. With this thought, he entered the flight.

Jenny was in Paris for the French Film Festival and surprisingly she was able to get Harshad's thoughts out of her head. Or that's what she thought. The French men were suave and eloquent in pursuing her and she enjoyed her evenings. Yet she felt hollow from within.

Jenny had been on a plane thousands of times before. Her work took her everywhere and she loved travelling, and from a young age she had realized that flying first class was definitely worth the extra money. She sipped her cool champagne from the crystal flute, her lips lightly sucking the strawberry in the glass as the refreshing liquid slid down her throat. She couldn't stop thinking about her weekend ahead which had her thighs clenching against each other in anticipation.

She wouldn't say she was addicted to sex, but it kept her away from the pain and the dark thoughts of the past. After everything was lost, it made her feel powerful. Closing her eyes, Jenny leaned back into the seat she waited in, her mind wandering back to the time she spent with Harshad and she immediately opened her eyes. This wasn't something she was expecting. She couldn't understand why a particular man was bothering her so much?

As she thought of him, she felt herself throb under her tight-fitting dress, and she let out a sigh. He had expected her to call him but it was her decision not to and now she was unable to get him off her mind. Thinking of it to be just good sex, she tried to distract her mind.

"Miss Jennifer Winget?" A young man said from beside her, disrupting her thoughts and pulling her attention to his young face. He couldn't be more than twenty and looked a little flushed as he tried to keep his eyes on her face and not the cleavage popping out of her dress.

Smirking a little at the boy's reaction to her, which she was used to but got to her every time anyway.  "That's me." She winked and she was pretty sure he got a boner. Stammering he cleared his throat. "I uh...your seat is ready ma'am, if you're ready to board?" he asked. She finished the rest of her champagne, pulling the strawberry out with her lips before sucking it from the stem and putting it back in the glass.

"Perfect, thank you." She seduced, her eyes narrowed on him, her voice husky. The guy in front of her stared at her before shaking his head and nodding, turning away and leading her to the plane. She grabbed her handbag, smirking as she followed the boy into the plane. He showed her to her seat, and she sat down, crossing her legs so her dress rode up. His eyes went straight there.