My Cheating Husband's Boss (girl x girl | desi | 16+)

#21 - The Awakening

The glass building shone from afar. As she got closer and closer to the elegant structure, her chin turned upwards and her neck strained to get a view.

The elevator carried her upwards until it stopped with a chime. Jiya stepped outside. She headed towards the glass door, the assistant nodding to her. She smiled warmly at him.

The cabin was as cozy as always. A faint, pleasant smell of conditioned air greeted Jiya as she walked inside. The CEO sat her the designated chair, her grey suit looking incredible on her lithe frame. Meher was engrossed in typing on her laptop, almost in a trance. She had a hard expression on her face.

She glanced at Jiya, her expression softening almost instantly. Her face eased into a smile as Jiya walked towards her. Jiya leaned closer to her.

Meher's hand slid around Jiya's waist, her face leaning closer to Jiya until their lips met. They kissed with an unquenchable thirst. Jiya cupped Meher's face, leaning further inwards. Her fingers lightly grazed the solid features on the taller woman's face. This was heaven.

Jiya moaned as Meher's tongue pushed into her mouth gently. Jiya stopped kissing her.

"Whoa ... slow down cutie!" Meher said as Jiya tried to straddle her.

"No..." Jiya was breathless as she broke the kiss.  "I want you," she giggled.

"Oh?" Meher grinned, wrapping her arms around Jiya's slender waist and pulling her closer, "You sure?"

"Mhmm,"

Jiya woke up with a swift jerk. She was frozen in place. Sweat had dampened her forehead and her breath was heavy.

Jiya glanced at the empty space beside her.

What the hell was that dream?

You're so into her. You're in love with my girl!

Why did Jiya have a homosexual dream? And ... it featured Meher.

Jiya gulped.

Was Payal right? Was Jiya in love with Meher or something?

Jiya shook her head and hopped out of bed. Her head felt so heavy and she felt so fuzzy. And then memories from the earlier evening came flooding back to her mind. 

Her throat was all dry and her chest felt heavy. It hurt. And her tummy hurt. And her arms. And her legs ...

Jiya was hurting.

She rubbed her eyes and opened them to find that she wasn't alone in this bedroom anymore.

"Good morning ma'am, rested well?" Sumedha said sweetly. Fine wrinkles appeared on either sides of her forehead as she smiled at her boss' new guest. A clean glass of water was held in her right hand.

"Good morning Sumedha," Jiya was groggy.

"Have some water,"

"Thank you. Wait, what time is it?"

"Quarter past ten,"

"Quarter past what?!" Jiya's eyes widened. She couldn't even recall the last time she had woken up that late.

"Ma'am, you needed it," Sumedha said cautiously. 

"I've overslept. You should have woken me up!" Jiya was flushed red with embarrassment. She sipped the water, wiping her mouth with the back of her palm afterwards.

"Meher ma'am had given me strict instructions not to wake you up, sorry," Sumedha smiled sheepishly.

Hearing her name caused Jiya's heartrate to double instantly. A shiver ran down her spine.