Whimsical Perfection

34. Remorse

"O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by,
Let us call thee Devil."
                          —Casio, Othello

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Just as I thought I was free to escape his hold, I felt his arm snake around me in a vice-like grip, pulling me back against his very warm chest.

"Trying to go somewhere, kitten?"

"No," I mumbled, settling back unwillingly.

"Good. Let's get back to sleep." He mumbled before pressing me closer to himself, as if I wasn't close already.

I huffed a sigh and pinched my eyes. This was already such a mess. How did I end up like that? Right, I forgot I become unbridled under the influence of alcohol. Inebriated Scarlett was bolder, more flirtatious, more honest and open, and definitely wilder. Normal Scarlett was reserved, prudish, condescending, secretive, and standoffish.

Both of my personalities stood on totally opposite ends of the spectrum, and it was hard to believe they were merged into one person. Of course, both of them absolutely hated the other part of my personality, and thus, I was invariably stuck in the middle of Scylla and Charybdis. When I was sober, I was regretting my drunk actions, and the drunk me was always censuring myself for being too uptight.

This time though, I fucked up badly. Sleeping with a colleague was something I had never even attempted, so I had to say, this was my most reckless and daring decision ever. If the higher-ups ever came to know about this, they will never let us live it down. This will have to be a one time thing only, and I will have to relay this quite clearly to this man beside me.

I took a decision as I lay in bed, that there was no need for fretting over a night of sex like a teenager. Instead, it would be much better to talk it out like adults, since there were no feelings involved from either one of us. Making up a plan and my points of discussion, I closed my eyes and tried to actually relax in the tight hold of Isaac's arms, finally satisfied with myself.

Still, it was ironic that I was planning to free myself of Isaac, while laying in his arms with no way out. I laid there for a long time, without successfully falling asleep. Knowing I won't be able to sleep anymore, I tried to slip from his arms again, this time more discreetly.

After doing that successfully, I picked up Isaac's discarded shirt from the ground, and donned it. Even though it would give Isaac a totally different impression if he woke up and saw me in this, I wasn't ready to squeeze myself in a skin-tight dress at this hour of the day. Walking towards his bathroom, I did my business and washed my face. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I winced. I looked worse than I imagined. Wasn't it better for me to just bolt, before he woke up and came back to his senses, and decided last night was majorly regretful?

No, I have to make things clear, so that we don't get tempted to go any further from here.

Like it was going to be an easy journey.

Minutes of daydreaming passed into an hour, till he finally woke up. It was now nine in the morning, and I only came to know he was awake, when his groggy – but hot – morning voice calling for me floated into the living room. It was a solid reminder of all the deeds we did here last night, as the scene unfolded in front of me. Isaac walked out of his room, and came to stand in middle of the living room, in the same spot where he gave me my first orgasm last night.

Although, he had no idea of what was raging inside my brain, and his sleepy state didn't even note the slight redness of my cheeks. He was just relived to find that I was still here, and hadn't left already. It was then, that I knew I made the right decision by staying. Leaving without informing him would only anger him more, and weaken my points of argument.

As he returned to his usual brooding self, he gave me a once-over, and smirked. "You look good, gorgeous even." He remarked.

It forced me to look at myself to see what he meant, and when I saw the reason of his sudden happiness, I cursed internally. He saw me wearing his damn shirt. I gave him a light shrug.

"Didn't feel like wearing my dress, and this was the only wearable thing lying around."

He chuckled and came closer, passing me and moving towards the kitchen. "You don't have to explain yourself. It's only a delight for me, to see you don my clothes and look way hotter than me."

I stiffened at his words, not knowing how to respond to that. This wasn't what I had in mind, and look at me, readily flirting with him at his beck and call, and forgetting all about my talk. Isaac was one smooth bastard.

I turned around and followed him to his kitchen, and came face to face with his naked back. The view was glorious, to say the least. He had much more tanned skin, in comparison to Oliver, and his frame was broader than my supposed one night stand. His broad back blocked me from the sight of what was happening in there, but from the sounds of it, it looked like he was making coffee.

He's a coffee addict like me. Bonus point. Shut up, I told myself.

I cleared my throat from behind him, which caused him to pause his activities and turn around to face me. I could see that he understood I had something to say, and I was impressed. The keen eye this man possessed was admirable, even if he was an asshole most of the times. But I knew the consequences of this action of ours, both in our personal and professional lives, and I had to end it before it ended up making our lives hell.

You can spend a night with a Devil, but you can't sign up your life for him.

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