THE PERFECT DECEPTION

Chapter 13

Anupama

My thighs slowly rub against each other torturously as a pool of wetness dampens my panties. I could feel the torture twine against my lips as I bit it harshly. His words echo in my mind like a dirty little poem I am the muse of. My breath deepens into slightly heavy breaths, like choking in desire. I wouldn't say I liked this feeling that pooled heat between my legs and over my body like a blanket. My hands clenched in agony, and sweat dripped over the pillow as my head twisted from side to side. '' Yours to please and yours to do with. But you don't want me,'' My body jolts up as I gasp for the thick air around me. 

I quickly clench a hand to my chest, trying to hold myself together. But as each word replays in my mind, my heart beats repeatedly. I slam my head back onto my pillow with a vast grow as my body gets hit with calmness and a massive headache. "Levi, when I catch you, I will make you pay for every sin on this godforsaken earth," I mumbled to myself. My vision slightly blurred as the room smelt distant from my own. I could smell the lingering masculine cologne as my eyes settled on the black curtains.

I woke up in a room that wasn't mine, and I couldn't shake off the memories of HIM. "Ugh!" I groaned, catching a whiff of the stale alcohol on my breath. My clothes were still on, but my mind was unsettled. I turned to see a bedside drawer painted entirely in black. HIS soul was as dark as the universe's black hole, and the thought pained my heart.

He was affecting me in the worst ways possible. In ways, my body wanted to deny itself the pleasure of care. My eyes noticed a large tray placed in the centre of the drawer. It was as intriguing as anything that belonged to Jonathan. I picked up a single rose, twirling it delicately like a precious jewel needing protection. There was orange juice with a simple tablet next to it. I smiled slightly as I searched the stem of the rose for any thorns, and there was nothing but slight bumps. I chuckled to myself, feeling my heart flutter at the very gesture that was caring. 

I groaned again, shaking my head from side to side, trying to centre it back on what my brain was yelling at me. I couldn't even. My mind was at war with the silly heart. I grabbed the tablet between my thumb and index finger, placing it against my tongue. It was bitter as myself to my heart that I was a brutal lover. I scoffed at the taste as I drank the orange juice that squeezed some life into me as I lay against the cushioned headboard. I tap the glass as my head wobbles slowly, and my breath slows into a calm breeze. 

When I checked, it was 10:30 a.m. I usually rushed out of the room and put on fresh clothes. I lay against the headboard with my eyes shut as his words played in my head like a plague. "Then give me a chance when you're sober," I heard the words repeat, and I quickly opened my eyes. My legs hung off the side of the bed as I tried to gather my thoughts. He would pester me further if I stayed here any longer, no matter how much I told him I was broken. I rubbed my face between my palms, trying to gather my strength as my legs wobbled in weakness.

I rushed towards the door down the hall like an unwanted guest in the house. My steps were urgent, without scratching on the floor, until I paused at the voices in the living room. Jonathan was still at home; he should have gone to work. Was he that far gone? I peeked my head by the corner of the wall, letting my eyes scan the environment around me. A ghost of the past voice flickers like a tornado around my heart as my eyes graze Anuj's beige suit and dusty pink formal shirt wrapping around his frame. My eyes widened across both of them, which held a different light. Jonathan was a commanding, dark horse that walked with respect, tied like animal skin, while Anuj was everything but power and more like light. 

I quickly hid behind the icy wall that sent shivers down my spine. Why on earth did Anuj come to see Jonathan of all people? I noticed a gold envelope in his hand, which he placed on the table as Jonathan sat there, cold and unyielding. He watched it like a thorn in his side or a threat. "Is Anupama okay?" Anuj asked softly, his concern sounding genuine as if he cared that I was drunk because of him. It sounded as sincere as his undying love poems about rekindling and second chances.