LOSING YOU

Chapter 106- Belts And Ties

♡ They say he's morally grey
What can I say?
Grey's my favourite color ♡

-SIYA -

I hear Kabir opening his room's door before I slam mine shut.

Instinct tells me to lock the door and prevent this from happening...

Intuition and experience tell me that there's no point denying Kabir once he's set his mind to something.

He'll get what he wants.

By hook or by crook.

My heart booms against my chest, my hands fist into numb balls and my toes seem to be glued to the floor. The tension building on my shoulders makes my body hurt as I stand away from the door, facing it.

I'm mentally vaulting into my spot due to both impatience and apprehension. My muscles stiffen when the doorknob turns and the door opens ever so slowly without the slightest noise. Kabir comes into view, my eyes land on his hands first- the same bottle of whiskey in one hand and a bunch of belts and ties in the other.

I freeze.

I'm screwed.

My eyes find his own and I watch him lift the bottle to his lips and drink away.

He's going to be drunk when he fucks me to death.

Just to analyze how much he's had, I cautiously walk towards him. Meanwhile, he keeps the bottle on the nightstand and turns away to close the door. I wait for him to step away from any support, he turns back towards me, his body away from the door. I grab the opportunity and lean into him, letting my entire weight fall on his body, just when I expect him to lose his balance and stumble on the bed, he grabs my breasts and uses them to push me back. I gasp in surprise at the contact.

And the strength in his grip gives me the answer I'd rather not have- He's drunk enough to lose his conscience and self-control, but he's not drunk enough so that his physical strength is compromised.

"You're drunk." I rasp, Kabir chuckles. "Surprised, huh?" The thunder in his gaze contrasts the sweet smile he gives me. He walks over to me, and the smell of whiskey finds my nose, his hair is still perfectly gelled back, sleek and neat. And I shouldn't say this but he looks exactly what I imagine the most charismatic serial killers to look like. It doesn't bring me any peace.

Kabir slides a finger underneath my chin and tilts my face up to look at him. I do. The smell of cigarettes was still fresh on his breath. I expect him to kiss me, but he simply stares into my eyes making me more nervous than I am usually accustomed to being in his presence. His smile fades as he walks away from me, drops the ties and belts on the bed and sits with his back against the headboard. His legs outstretched in front of me. I look around the room in confusion. Should I climb onto the bed or should I wait for him to say something?

"Lose your clothes." Kabir's words make me wince. He needs a show and I need to drown in shyness. I open my mouth to say something, I'm not sure what, but something. "Now." His voice is rather harsh this time. I obey.

Why am I always in my workwear when he decides to touch me? Maybe, I look hot in my workwear. Heh.

My hands find the button and I slowly unbutton my light-blue shirt. I hear him suck in a breath but I'm too smart to look at him and unleash the beast just yet.