Obsession

8(ii) Consent Given

"It is as simple as that, Sheharzaad. You were on my mind and I want to fuck you out of this brain. Regardless of the text, I would have you in my bed. Unknowingly you have became a new obsession of mine and I want to get rid of it as it is an unhealthy infatuation. And there is only one solution to that. You in my bed," he said straightforwardly.

Anger condensed in her heart. In a fit of fury she spoke, "you are nothing but a bastard, Shehryaar!" she bellowed.

"That I am," he said and stood up from his position. Her heart skipped a beat.

He began to come closer towards her. And her brain registered the grave error it had done again.

"And you know what I do with one who run their mouth on me?" he questioned, stepping closer and she felt as if the death was approaching her. Anger and fear were two alternate emotions she felt under his presence. She was a hot head by nature but this emotion of fear was something she discovered in herself upon meeting him. He had made her introduce to new heights of her fear that she never experienced.

"I simply cut their tongues or either have them cutting their own tongue. So which one do you like more?"

She felt her throat constricting with fear. What he did moments ago made her realized he won't hesitate to do so.

As he was coming closer, she stood up from her chair. Her eyes inspecting his form as to confirm that he wasn't carrying any gun or knife.

"No, don't come close to me," her panicked voice tried to threaten him but he kept on walking towards her until he had her against the wall.

She was trembling and trying to hide herself within the wall but he was standing too close to her that their breaths were mingling and his arms had encaged her from both the sides.

"Look at me," he spoke in a hushed tones but she turned her head away. She was going through that trauma again.

"Shh, come on look at me," he purred near her ear but she only whimpered closing her eyes tightly. Life leaving her legs making her fell but he quickly had her pinned against the wall through his knee.

"Look at me, Sheharzaad," his voice this time around was stern but again low and hushed.

She snapped her grey eyes open and looked at him.

"Do you want the money, right?" he asked, while raising his brows and digging his fingers in her cheeks that made her lips pucker out.

She couldn't answer. Her brain had locked itself unable to produce a response.

He looked at the wall then at her as he asked again, "do you want the money or not?" his eyes demanding her to answer.

Her tongue had went dry and she was unable to speak so she gave him a small nod as a hiccup was struck within her throat.

"Then open your legs for me. I'll give you money as much as you want," he declared.

She shook her head in a no. Her eyes depicted her helplessness.

"And don't forget, I want your answer by tonight. Make sure your answer must be yes," he whispered the last part near her ear making her throat clog.

She shook her head. Her crystal eyes looked at his devilish orbs. Her eyes conveyed her answer, denying him to touch her yet his eyes sent her the threat, reminding her he could do more than what he had just done.

Gathering her strength, she pushed him with all her might and ran out of his office while he stared at her retreating back.

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