[Completed] Let's end this I don't want to see you ever again Rohan.
Three years later..
Rohan's breath hitched as he whispered, "You think I could ever touch another woman the way I touch you? Every night without you was a torture, like drowning in...
After my parents and Rohan left, I was all alone in my room. Should I call Rohan? No, he must be on his way home. I'll call him later. What should I do now? Hmm... maybe I'll try on some of those dresses I bought. I've been too busy to even try them yet.
I pulled out the red one first. Damn, this one looks super cute-definitely wearing this for my farewell. Then, there's this black one-wow, super hot. Look at my curves in this! No doubt, I'm looking so good.
"Sona," I said to myself in the mirror, "no one compares to you."
Then my eyes landed on that dress-the one I bought just for Rohan and me. It's so revealing... I bought it thinking we'd have a special night together, but we haven't had the chance. The straps are so delicate... just by undoing them, everything is visible. There's no way I can wear this in front of him... or, maybe...
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Who could it be this late? I quickly threw on my robe and asked, "Who is it?"
A deep voice replied, "Madam, it's the security guard."
Confused, I asked, "What's the matter?"
The voice, sounding strangely familiar, said, "Please open the door, madam."
That "madam" sounded like someone I knew. Suspicious, I opened the door, and there he was-Rohan, dressed in a security guard uniform!
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I burst out laughing, "Rohan! What are you doing in that getup?"
Rohan held me in his arms and said, "And madam, what other services do you need? This guard is ready to provide any type of service you want."
Haha, well, I do need a few things, Mr. Guard. I don't feel very safe here...
And I feel very lonely too... is there anything you can do about my loneliness, Mr. Guard?
"Yes madam, at your service. The cure for your loneliness is right here below," he said, gesturing with his eyes as he looked down.
"Oh, the stick? I'm not a thief to be scared off with a stick," I said.
"But madam, you'll be scared of my personal stick," he replied with a sly smile.
"Okay then, show me what that personal stick can do..." I teased.
He smirked and said, "Ma'am, that stick's a bit lazy right now. It won’t work unless you oil it up."
"You want me to handle your stick?" I asked.
"Yes, with care, please," he replied softly.
"Alright, let me see then," I said, slowly getting down on my knees, looking up into his eyes. "Is this okay, Mr. Guard?"
I could feel his excitement growing with every touch, and as I continued to rub him from above his clothes, I couldn't help but be more sltty in my tone as I spoke.
