His To Adore

Filth

The Beauty

The morning rays filtered through the curtains and fell on my face disturbing my peaceful slumber. My eyes flapped open as I looked around. It took me a moment to remember who I was and where I was. I slept so soundly after years. The nightmares has ceased somewhat now, and I have no idea why. Not that I am complaining.
I looked at my side to find it empty.
Thank God.
I sat up slowly, still groggy from the sleep when I felt it. A sharp pain exploded in my lower abdomen and I felt the blood rush through my vagina.. I straightened up. I got my period. A week early. God Why me ?
The horror crept a moment later. I was sleeping on my so called kidnapper and Boss's bed, because apparently no matter how much he stays away——or tries to——and fails miserably—— he did not give me a separate room. And God forbid I sleep on the couch.. I tried to do that once and he throwed me over his shoulder literally and brought me back to bed. Then proceeded to threaten that he'd chain me to this bed if I did that again. Such a gentle-asshole-man.

I heard the shower running and I was almost relieved to know that he was inside. Until I lifted the sheets.

FUCK.

Red splashes the beautiful white bedsheets, making it look like a third class murder scene. My dress is stained and the idiotic pain in my stomach won't go away. I groaned.
The washroom door flew open revealing a half naked Mr. Oberoi, a towel wrapped around his torso. Another towel in his hand which he uses to dry off the messy curls that fell on his forhead. I quickly pull back the covers hoping he didn't notice. I am sure a guy like him won't react well to period blood on his meticulous space.

“Morning Amo— ” His eyes stopped on my action then returned to me. He paused for a moment before going back to the washroom. A few beats later he returned, and this time stood in front of me. I craned my neck up to look at his eyes as his scanned mine. His abs were in full view and his V-line disappeared beneath the towel that sent a roll of erotic images in my head despite the
pain. I don't remember the last time I had erotic thoughts. No matter how much or how hard I tried to start again, the fear and panic was the only feelings that came at the thought of physical intimacy.

The voice of whiskey and sin broke the silence.. “I have prepared you a warm bath, go relax.. You will find your pads, tampons on the lower cabinet. And if you need something else, I'm right outside.”

My lips part open at his words, too stunned at the fact that this man of all is providing me a warm bath, prepared all the supplies beforehand and is choosing to stay in case I need something. No one has ever done that for me. No one. Most men I met showed— faked—  modesty, even a bit of awkwardness, signs of being uncomfortable also, hell some even showed disgust but never genuine concern. Most men treated women's period as a taboo but this man is showing nothing. He is treating it the way it should be treated, completely natural and normal. Maybe he's not a complete gentle-asshole-man.

“I know you enjoy the view darling but we can do that later, hmm ?” He spoke, his cocky smirk returning to his features. I take back what I said. This man is a complete asshole, period.

“Shut up.” My parted lips closed shut and roll my eyes. “I am not enjoying any view. Oops there isn't one.”
Liar.

His smirk widens and that stupid dimples make its presence known again. “Is it why you were staring at me with eyes wide like...you want to devour me ?” His voice darkened at the last part and I resist a gulp.

“Yeah, keep dreaming.” I reply..

“Good thing that I make my dreams come true.” He matched my tone.. “Now go.. The bath will get cold.”

I agree for the first time as I stood up slowly, the pain blaring again.. “Thank you I guess.” I said begrudgingly..

“You're always welcome Amore.” He spoke in his usual calm tone, though there was a tinge of happiness ?

I nod and walk to the bathroom. Behind me I could feel his gaze tracing me causing me to suppress a shudder. As step into the washroom, the familiar rosy scent of my body wash fills my nostrills.. I look around to find the bath prepared, my bodywash, towel, shampoo, everything kept perfectly. I open the lower cabinet to take out my pads..

Jesus Christ.

He even knows which one I use. Even the fucking size. Shaking my thoughts of the man and his stalking skills, I decide to freshen up and relax. The perfectly warm water glides down my skin, loosening up my muscles. I close my eyes against the sensation and allow myself to forget everything for this moment. My thoughts wander to everything and nothing. The day he kidnapped me, he felt like a monster from my past, ready to grip my throat pull out the oxygen from my lungs and suck the life out of me. But now, with every new day he looks less like the monster and more like the human I wanted. Maybe, just maybe he's not that bad...
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By the time I finish and open the door, I am completely relaxed and felt much more productive. My eyes swarm over the room.. The dirtied bedsheets have been replaced by new ones. Mr. Oberoi stood by the window, checking his phone, staying here just like he said. My eyes roam to his perfectly tailored coat, the white shirt underneath, black trousers and black tie. His perfectly styled dark brown hair had this spark of fantasy about ruining it by running my hand through it. He had a scowl on his face. The one that is always consisting of a cocky smirk in my presence.
I snap out of my haze. Was I admiring him ? HIM OF ALL PEOPLE ??  God I am in dire need of therapy. Seriously.

I step out drying my hair and his attention snaps to me as I look at the time. “Shit ! I am late..”

I start to hurry up, trying to get ready quickly when he stands behind me. Eyes the colour of a dark stormy night meets my brown ones hastily in the mirror and my heart rate peaks in a second.
What the Heck ?
His body heat emancipated and enveloped me like a blanket. The scent of his cologne hit my nostrills and provided a strange sense of comfort I shouldn't feel. My movements still and I can't help but stare at the dark orbs that held me captive. “You are not going anywhere.” The voice of whiskey and sin seared into my flesh and urged me roll my eyes back and listen to the deep, deep voice that can send any woman to her knees.

“What do you mean ? I have work..” I speak with more effort than necessary. His body inches away from my back, the slightest movement could make our bodies touch. His mere presence was toying with my sanity.

“I am your boss and I grant you two days leave.” He spoke, the voice that whispered in my ear yesterday in the kitchen sent tingles through my spine. The memory came rushing back. How every inch of my skin burned at his touch. How my mind pictured X-rated images of him. How I didn't feel disgust at a man's touch, didn't feel the urge to wash it off my skin. I didn't feel filthy. If anything, I felt secure.

“Its just periods.” I say in a low voice, my eyes refused to look away from the dark stormy ones. “I can deal with it just fine.”

“I am aware of the fact that you experience rather painful periods, especially the first two days..” He replied.

“You know that too ?” I comb my hair. “Seriously, how many months have you been stalking me ?”

“Four Years.” He replied in the same voice. My hand stills.. FOUR FUKING YEARS ?? My surprised eyes meet him and I swear he's enjoying my reactions.

“Four years and I haven't known anything ?” I spoke, the surprise evident on my face. Am I that oblivious to my surroundings ?

“Mhm. You are either oblivious or I am a skilled stalker. Though I prefer to think the later.” He answered. Realisation dawns upon me. This man wouldn't stay away. He will break my walls inch by inch slowly but surely. He'd push me to my limits and beyond until I snap. His distance was a slow start, he was preparing me. Just like yesterday he hugged me from behind when he wasn't supposed to. I thought I was terrified of a man's touch, until he happened. And I didn't push him away. He was tentatively pushing me to my limits, fighting the monsters that lived in me.
My dilated pupils stare at him. How much more does he know ?
I made sure to erase every evidence of my past. Does he know the monsters that ripped of my soul and feasted on my flesh ?
He doesn't.
No man wants a filthy girl.