Shades Of Lust

Chapter 3 | Guy with the Guitar

June

In the midst of the heavy silence I could only hear my heavy breath, although the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall irritated me from time to time. Sweat rolling down from my forehead, disappearing into my skin. My chest is rising up and down because of all the exhaustion I am causing to my body but also loving it. I hissed, feeling the burning sensation on my knuckles each time I lifted it to hit the punching bag. 

Each time I hit it I let my frustration take over me, all the rage that was burning inside me. Each time I hit it, it made some squeaky sound making me hit it even harder. Me being a competitive person who doesn't know how to back down, takes the challenge very well. 

I huffed, throwing a harder punch as it let out another squeaky sound. I will not stop until I am satisfied with the outcome, until I know that I have the upper hand, that's how persistent I am which is grievous for my own good but I do not care as long as I am getting all the benefit from it. 

I looked at my knuckles which were bruised now, jerking my hand away feeling the burn, but still it wasn't enough. I lifted my fist again but stopped hearing the loud footsteps coming from the outside. I turned around my face towards the mahogany door which soon opened revealing a familiar face with dark eyes and frown brows, a scowl on his face as he walked in with his black suit perfectly hugging his body, I couldn't spot any crease, that perfectionist bastard. 

A file in hand as he hurriedly walked towards me, nose flaring in anger. Looks like someone did not have the best night. I smiled as his face remained expressionless, a way to start a good day. 

"Fucking explain this" he sithed in anger, pointing at the file, which I very well knew what it contained. I wiped my sweat with the back of my hand, not replying as I rolled my knuckles before punching the bag again. The sound echoed through the silence room. Soon I heard a sigh escaping from his lips as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

"And what is it?" I finally decided to reply, caressing my knuckles, turning my head to him before smiling gently. "Do not pretend, you know very well what this file contains. We were supposed to sign the deal after two days at the conference" he looked pissed''and '' what do I find this morning" he flipped the pages of the file rather hastily "this, you broke the deal" he shut the file and huffed. 

"I did" I confirmed what he wanted to know, he closed his eyes as his grip tightened on the file. "And you did for what?" he demanded an answer "you do know how much I worked to get this deal with Mr. Han".

I scoffed "That bastard is a two faced motherfucker who surely doesn't know how to run a fucking company" I argued knowing how much of a bastard that man was who apparently thought he could fool us with his sweet talk. 

He sighed, rubbing his temple with his fingers, clearly not happy with my decision "You could have told me about it and I would have investigated more about their company".

"Nah it's fine as long as I can handle it, I would have told you if I needed any help. You are already sitting in front of the computer all day in your office. Being a COO must be exhausting for you" I said as I walked towards the table and grabbed the bottle of water before chugging it down, quenching my thirst after a heavy workout. 

He rolled his eyes "Coming from the CEO herself, funny" he pointed out. 

"Now please do tell me what happened last night and where the fuck you were. I couldn't reach you, do you even know how worried I was" he asked as I finished the bottle before placing it on the table back and grabbing the towel, wiping away all the sweat from my body. 

"Should ask the bastard since he will give you an accurate answer".

"Just tell me where you were" he pressed the matter more, not backing away.