Falling For The Beast

#13 STOLEN KISS

ALISON POV

After lunch, I found myself in the elevator with Mr. Raichand again.

My heart raced.

The morning incident had left me uneasy, and now, being confined with him in such a small space felt like torture.

I kept quiet, staring at the floor, hoping to get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

He tried making small talk, but I ended it abruptly.

When he casually mentioned that I could call him by his first name, I was taken aback.

It felt too personal, too soon, and I didn’t trust my instincts around him.

As we approached our floor, the elevator jolted to a halt.

He stopped the elevator just as we reached the floor.

Panic surged through me.

"Please, start the elevator," I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.

But instead of complying, he moved closer to me.

His presence, normally captivating, now felt suffocating.

What is wrong with him?
Is he out of his mind?

The tension escalated into an argument, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, he kissed me.

It was forceful, taking me completely by surprise.

I couldn’t react, couldn’t think—I was frozen.

His lips moved with such intensity that I could barely catch my breath.

When he finally pulled away, he trailed kisses down my neck, sending conflicting signals through my body.

To my horror, a moan escaped me.

Realizing what had happened, he abruptly stepped back and restarted the elevator.

The doors opened, and he walked away without a word, leaving me stunned.

I rushed to my cabin, locking the door behind me.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I replayed the events in my head.

How could he?
He took my first kiss—the one I had saved for someone special.

The betrayal and confusion were overwhelming, and I cried until I felt empty inside.

Hours later, after calming myself and wiping away the remnants of my tears, I gathered the courage to approach his cabin.

I needed to leave—I couldn’t stay here any longer today.

I knocked on his door, and went inside.

He looked up from his work, When he heard the closing door noise.

I hesitated.

"Mr. Raichand, I... I’m not feeling well.
Can I leave early today?" I kept my head down, avoiding his gaze.

I didn’t want him to see my tear-streaked face, he will make fun of me.

He wasn’t having it.

"Alison, look at me," he demanded, his tone stern.

When I didn’t comply, he stood up and repeated himself, frustration evident in his voice.

I didn't look at him.

"Alison, I said look at me now," this time in a harsh tone.

"Mr. Raichand,
I - - - --need to leave please,
I - am not feeling well" I informed him once again.