I sat there quietly, my hands cupping my cheeks, and my elbows resting on the table, glaring through the laptop screen, nodding my head for approval cause there was no other option. My manager kept on explaining me ask the meetings, the one I should attend, the one's I shouldn't, the ones you talk to, the one's to ignore and all that long to do list.
"Hey-huh---ughh, I ca; can't gee-"I stammered and hit the end call button. Hash!
There came here message full of anger.
'We're not even 72 hours into 2017 and all this started' I typed
'No no! We'll resume after January? Is it fine?' she replied in sarcasm
'Sounds awesome!' I replied
And all I got was an angry Emoji
I closed my phone and got up from the chair and streched at the dining table. Ahh! I so love winters.. chilly cool breeze and the beautiful island view in the beach of Andaman, heaven on earth! I smiled widely as Virat entered through the wooden cottage suite facing the blue sea. He got a bit tanned but I'm not complaining, his tan was too damn sexy. So hot he looked with those shades on and unshaved beard, a little messy but I loved it, his face glistening like the waves under the sun, his cheeks red and his lips pumped up as usual. They're always pumped up, big and luscious and tasty.
He took off his shades and sat down next to me at the wooden glass table. I bent my head down, resting it over the cool glass while my hand wandered in his bread.
"You didn't shave?" I asked brushing them with my hands
He nodded a no while holding my hand which was on his beard and started guiding them.
"You love it, don't you?" He asked, making me give him kind of a good rub with his hands
"Yeah.." I grinned
"There's sand and salt stuck in here" I said, plucking them out gently. He bent his face a little forward.
"You need to wash them" I remarked, scrubbing them off my man's beard
"Do it for me na" he pouted cutely, closing his eyes
"Nah, I'm too lazy for it"
He sat up straight hovering off my hands, devoiding my hands from contact.
"What?" I asked approaching his cheeks again. He barred my hands and held them arguing "Give me a bath"
"No" I trailed off lazily
He popped his brows
"Okay fine, Baad mein" I gave in to those brown eyes
"So you're leaving tomorrow night?" He asked
"No, today" I sighed
"But you said tomorrow Y/N" he debated
"I forgot the date lost in your eyes, breathing you in, was a little too intoxicating for me" I whispered brushing his lips softly
God, I'm falling in love with my husband all over again. Laughing at my falling-forhim-overandoverand- again heart.
He caught hold of my hand and taking them off his lips, causing me to frown pulled me.
Did I get up? Nah, I wasn't stick thin and fragile, a little healthy and muscular and he wasn't Hercules.
He pulled again, harder this time, but I in my play Bitch mood was on. I Snickered and opposed his forces.
"Don't make me baby" he warned looking dangerously like a world class snipper
"Make you what baby" I asked popping the b
"You'll regret it" he negotiated for the last time before getting up
"I've done a lot already to regret" I went on
"Fine, if you want it to go this way" he remarked before walking up to me, thought there was little distance to cover, so I got up before he could grab hold of me and jumped back as his hands almost snapped.
"No use running Tigress, I'm faster"
"No harm trying" I breathed stepping back
There he was, before I could hit my back against something and feel hopeless that there's noway I can escape him and all that shit! Why would I need it? He's my husband, I don't need to "escape" 'him'. So he smirked his signature victory smirk, the one he flashes on the field after a century. He intertwined our fingers, reducing the thin air parting us to nil, and then brushing, just a swipe of his lips against mine. A barely registrable contact, so spontaneous that I stared him wide eyed, with my eye balls bigger than the cricket balls.
He rubbed his bearded cheeks up and down my jaw, tickling me and making me accelerate backward, my back finally hitting some solid support.
I raised up my hands as if a convict in front of jailer, accepting my sins and giving in, making his task easier.
Fully satisfied and overloaded with pleasure he leaned in to complete the unfinished business of contacts when
"Thud thud....
A/N: To be continued..
Yeah I could complete this and then publish it but
1- I'm lazy
2-I'm a little wicked
So Bitch mode on, and I'm a super mood to tease you guys with incomplete stories at the climax. Hahahaha 😈
What do you think the thud thud was? What is going to happen
PS: pretend to be keen
