Sariah is strategic.
She has a religion. She follows rules. She knows what she wants. After finishing high school, she graduated in the top five percent of her class at university and is now embarking on her newest, most exciting journey; working...
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For the past two days, I was successful at skirting Arman. When he carried me and Gerald to work that day, I sat the farthest I could from him and avoided eye contact throughout the entire journey. When he came and picked me up for lunch - me alone, not Gerald - I evaded him, coming up with some bullshit excuse that I was swamped with work. When he picked us up later that day, I avoided him like the plague and locked myself in my hotel room for the rest of the night. And the same proceedings the following day.
I attempted to do the same thing today but he outsmarted me. He sat beside me in the limousine on the way to work, called and cleared my supposed busy schedule at Mini Piffler's and booked me for lunch at 1:30 pm sharp. He even told the secretary at the office that I should be ready for him at 1:20pm as his driver will be here for me at that time.
Much to my embarrassment, I had to play off the questioning looks she gave me with the lie that he's calling me in for a business meeting. He's managing me as if I'm his woman or plaything and I'm not sure whether I'm pissed that he thinks he has this control over me or slightly interested that he has taken such measures to catch some alone time with me.
Truthfully, I've only been avoiding him because he has thrown me off kilter. This is the most I've ever wanted to have sex with a man with scant regard for my religion or rules outlined in the Bible. I've never had a problem with the 'no sex before marriage law,' and maybe I should blame that on the guys I've dated, but ever since he stormed into my life I've questioned the importance and the reasons behind it.
Like, why shouldn't I just have nasty sex with a man who is willing? A man I'm certain will sort me out and leave me jaded – in a good way. I understand that soul ties are dangerous with the wrong person but... I just... want him. So badly.
So, after that night, I decided to pray. I know seeking advice from God is the best route, so I laid all my problems to him in hopes of him telling me what to do.
I haven't heard back though. But I have no doubt that he'll sort me out soon.
"Sariah?" Asia, the secretary called. She stood by my desk regarding me with a pissed stare. "I've been calling you for the past minute, is there something wrong with you?"
A blush crept up my cheeks.
"Oh-um, I sorta just zoned out." I said, embarrassed. She shrugged and turned to leave my little office.
"I came to tell you that your driver is here."
I sat up straighter, anxiety strutting up my spine. It's already lunch time, 1:20 pm and I'm still unsuccessful in finding a way out of this meeting with Arman. I can't disregard the little nagging voice in my head telling me this meeting is a trap. The first meeting to my undoing. And as much as the thought should've scared me, it elicited dark desire within me. This is all too sinful.
"I'll be right out." I shouted after her retreating figure.
I quickly packed up my desk, and dashed to the ladies' room. I fixed up my hair, applied lip gloss and doublechecked if I had all my essentials: get-vex money, card, and toiletries. I walked back out to my desk, grabbed my pass and offered Asia a smile on my way out. She barely regarded me, offering only a nod and focussed on her desktop. I'm certain she's not doing anything of absolute importance so I've drawn two conclusions: either she doesn't like me or she is a very grumpy person. I'm yet to finalise my decision.
