Delicate

10

Anastasia's POV: 

I felt delighted until he said the least expected thing. 
"But...?", I felt my hands becoming numb as he looked into my eyes and said,
"What? Don't you get it?"
"Why did you do that then?! HUH!?", I said in a loud voice. I was going through an emotional roller coaster right now. I felt angry but in pain, sad but in rage.
"Well, I'm not that much of a good guy you know to stick to one woman."
"You took me here just to say this? How could you?", my heart felt heavy, like a stone sinking in quicksand.
"I did. And, trust me you won't want me-"
"I DON'T TRUST YOU ANYMORE!", I shouted at him cutting him off. 
"Relax baby girl, I have an offer for you though.", I don't want to hear anything from him now.
My throat was tight like I had swallowed a lump of coal. I stayed silent trying to accumulate myself together.
"We can have some fun tonight and tomorrow we become what we are. CEO and his Secretary. What do you say?", he smirked ending his question as if he knew that I would give in.
Oh, he's so wrong! I would have given in if it was otherwise. But now, I just want to disappear and go home.

Fuck you, Liam.

I sat there still silent as different thoughts crossed my mind, the incidents, the intimacy, all were just a one-time thing. My sadness was like a fog, obscuring everything around me.
His words ran through my head continuously like a hurricane, ripping through me with no mercy. 

The wind whipped around me, icy and harsh. I felt so alone like I was standing in the middle of an empty ocean. Everything seemed still, but my heart was racing like a drum beating out a frantic rhythm. I couldn't move or speak. I just sat there, feeling numb and empty clasping my hands together. The silence between us screamed in my ears, a deafening reminder of my loneliness.

The only thing that I could hear between us were the sounds of him chugging the drink down his throat. My tears were building up but I didn't want them to be out.
The tears stung my eyes like drops of acid.

I pulled myself together and drank my glass of champagne in one sip.
"You know what?"....he raised a brow at me, and I shot him a fierce look through my eyes.
"You're an asshole!", I said gritting my teeth, he chuckled. HE CHUCKLED?! 
"FUCK YOU!", I shouted as rage ran inside of me hearing him chuckle.
"That's exactly what I am saying.", he sat back like nothing happened asking me for a fucking one-night stand.
"Just fuck off, Liam. I am not your fuck toy. Find other bitches whom you can fuck and play around with, you fucking bastard!", my tears trickled down my cheeks like tiny rivers of sorrow as I voiced. My heart pounded in my chest, a relentless rhythm of despair.

I stood up and felt my legs shaking. With each step I took away from the table, the shaking seemed to be getting more violent, ricocheting throughout my entire body. It felt like an infection spreading throughout and making me numb. I did not halt. I was traveling my way through the halls, which were dimly lit and expensive. The floors were unscathed, unlike me. The doors were adorned with digits. My reflection on the glossy oak looked worn and grey, and then I opened a door. 

I fell to the ground as I got out. I couldn't bear it anymore. 

I broke down into tears. 

I felt a touch subsiding on my shoulders from behind and bolted to see Liam. I escaped from his grip and stood up. 
"Don't you dare touch me!"
"Let me take you home. I can't leave you alone at night."
"OH REALLY? or you want to again take advantage of me?", I shouted as anger burnt in my voice.
"Hush, lower your voice, we're in public!"
"You chose the public, Liam. Let me go. I don't want to go with you."
"I didn't give you a choice. You are coming with me.", he pulled me by my wrist and I couldn't release myself from his grip. He yanked me inside his car and locked the door. I kicked the door and he glared at me. It was so scary as if he would kill me right here. He was already killing me.
I sat back quietly accepting my defeat as he got in and drove to my home. He dropped me and I swayed my way to the gate without turning behind to see him. 

It's not like I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to show him my tears. I don't want to show how weak I have become for him. I don't want him to know how much I anticipated that he would confess to me today.

I thought he liked me.

Sure, office romances are not on my list but this was extraordinarily beautiful. 

I closed the entrance door and heard his car move away. My knees were weak, I kicked my heels apart and cried lying on the floor. 

Am I falling for him? Oh, I must've. Else, it wouldn't have hurt so much to hear that he doesn't. 

I stopped myself from crying for a mere man who doesn't want me. 

I slipped out of my dress and went to the bedroom.

I tried to sleep but couldn't. Flashbacks ran along my head like horses and I could feel myself getting wet. I was naked in my bed, alone. I wished Liam would have been here, maybe he would truly be ripping my dress off and pounding his cock inside of me tonight if I hadn't been resisting him to touch me. I don't regret that but...anyways.

I slipped my hands down there feeling my folds dripping wet. When I have trouble falling asleep, touching myself helps a lot. My right forefinger and middle finger carved their way to take my clit in between and squeeze it and pinch it, while my left middle finger slides inside my pussy. I think of Liam's fingers but my fingers were not even equivalent to what magic he held. 
I pretended my finger was a dick inside my pussy but my fingers were too small compared to his big rock-hard dick that I humped on. I move my fingers rhythmically feeling my insides getting creamy and my clit swelling. I feel the convulsions of my orgasms violently all over my body. My fingers sucked my pussy as it convulsed and contracted throughout the orgasms. My hands fell to my side as my chest was heaving and I couldn't help but think of his dick.

My pussy was aching and throbbing.

All I needed was him and his. 

I sink into dead sleep as I relaxed from my peak.