A Twisted Tale

I Love You Damnit

Meera's POV

I drove back to my apartment around five. That gave me some time to relax as well as get ready for the party. I called up Claire on the way home and asked her if she was coming to the party. She said yes and promised to meet me up beforehand so that we could catch up on the recent turn of events.

I called up Val and let him know about the party. I told him about Mark leaving to Denmark. Val heard my piece and asked me if I was truly okay with him leaving. I told him that I wasn't okay right now but I will be able to get past Mark's decision eventually. We spoke for a little while longer before he had to get back to work.

Claire came home at six. She looked extremely beautiful in the bronze short dress. It had a bare back and a plunging neckline. She carried it with such ease that it made me envy her confidence. I went with a navy blue asymmetrical dress which was a little above my knees on the front. It was an off shoulder lace dress. I paired it with silver pumps and stuck to a bold red lipstick and carefully did the smokey eyes. I didn't bother with any accessories but I wore the Bvlgari watch that Mark gifted on my 25th birthday. I curled my hair and let them down as soft waves.

We both had almost thirty minutes before having to head to the party. We discussed about everything that's been happening with us. When I told her that I moved in with Val, she said "This was totally expected of you. I mean, I knew he would ask you to move in, given the kind of whipped look he had in his eyes. And I also knew that you would move in with him because of how happy you have been lately!" I smiled in response but my smile died when I remembered Mark's words today. "Did Mark tell you that he is leaving to Denmark?" I asked her. "Yes. I've given him an earful but he just shrugged it off and went about being stubborn about his decision. How do you feel about it?" She asked me, searching my eyes.  "Honestly? A part of me is happy that he has his priorities sorted. But the bigger part of me is afraid of losing him. I know this sounds crazy but when he said he was leaving, it almost felt like he was saying goodbye."  She looked at me and said "Sometimes the ones we love are blind to our emotions. They only see what they want to see. And despite our best efforts, things always don't work out. It's best to let time take its course when that happens." She received a call from Mark asking her whereabouts while she left me to decipher her cryptic message.

Since his apartment was on the floor above mine, I didn't rush like Claire did. I took my time feeding Gundu and letting him out on the balcony to finish his business. Once I was certain that he was fine, I went upstairs. The best part about being rich was that you get the benefit of having sound proof walls. When I reached his apartment, the door was wide open with people pouring in. Mark was right by the door welcoming everyone. He pulled me in for a brief hug and closed the door behind us. Mark was busy playing the Host while I met up with some of the familiar faces in the crowd. The apartment was slightly modified to accommodate the dance floor. People were already busy grinding against each other to the music. Mark tugged my hand and guided me towards the bar. He got us both Martinis and ushered me to the balcony.

I scanned the room for Claire but saw that she was nowhere in sight. When I asked Mark about it, he said that she had to leave because of an emergency at work. I nodded in understanding and sipped the Martini. "Do you want to dance?" He asked. I laughed and said yes as he pulled me in the direction of the dance floor. We both danced for a while before grabbing another round of drinks. I was already feeling tipsy so I stopped myself from drinking further. I couldn't say the same about Mark though. Unbeknown to him, he was drinking quite a bit of alcohol.

The party wrapped up rather soon since it was a Monday tomorrow. By the time everyone cleared out, it was around eleven. Only Mark and I were left in the apartment. Mark wasn't inebriated thankfully. I made sure that he didn't drink any more once he started to lose his balance. An hour of restraint and food in his stomach made him sober up. I didn't bother with the cleaning because the cleaning crew would come in the next morning. While Mark was busy brooding about something unknown to me, I grabbed for a glass of water since I was parched and somehow managed to drop it on the floor out of sheer clumsiness. Like a fool I bent down to pick up the broken glass and managed to cut myself. Mark was by my side the very minute the glass dropped out of my hand.

"Damnit. You can't do anything without hurting yourself, can you? Who asked you to pick it up? You should have just let it be." He chided while examining my finger. I didn't know if it was the alcohol or just his proximity but I was warming up all over. "You would have walked into the kitchen in the middle of the night and stepped right on the broken glass.  You didn't think I would let that happen, did you?" I asked quietly. He released my finger and turned around to face me instead. There was a weird electricity around us because I could literally feel my body hum. He raised his hand and cupped my cheek. I looked into his eyes and saw an unknown emotion playing in there. I didn't know what possessed me to say "Please don't leave me."

He didn't wait for a minute longer before he took hold of my neck and crashed his lips with mine. I let out a moan and gripped his hair. His tongue roughly demanded entry into my mouth and I allowed without a fight. I was on fire. Every part of me was ignited just with his touch. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his arousal against my stomach and that was driving me off the edge out of sheer expectation. He slammed me against the wall and nipped my neck. His hands were gripping my arse tightly. I unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt because I desperately wanted to feel him. He let out a feral growl when I placed my hands against his chest. I roamed my hands all over his chest while he continued to assault my neck which I was sure would be marked by the morning. I wanted so much more that I had no idea how to express. Without me having to tell him anything, he got the point. He carried me back to his room and laid me on the bed and continued to assault my lips. I was too far gone to think of anything but his body on mine at the moment. "God, I love how you smell. I love how you taste." He said while licking my ear. "I love you dammit." He said and peeled the dress off me. He trailed kisses along my breasts while I let out another moan and arched my back. "If it wasn't for Val, I would have made you mine by now." He said placing a kiss on my belly while his hands were busy unclasping my bra.

That was like a bucket of ice water thrown right on my face. I was horrified knowing that I was very close to sleeping with Mark. I pushed him away immediately. It took him a minute to come out of the sexual haze but when he did, he was merely confused. "Is something wrong?" He asked. I was too horrified to answer so I gathered remnants of my dignity and put the dress back on. "Meera, what's wrong?" He asked again. I looked at him like he was the most stupid person on the face of the Earth and said "You have to ask? This, between us is absolutely wrong. This shouldn't have happened."

He looked angry when he said "Wrong? I don't think so. I'm in love with you and I kissed you because I wanted to. I did nothing wrong." "But I don't love you! I'm with Valerio and I think you just took advantage of my alcohol induced daze!" I screamed. "Excuse me? You were just kissing me like your life depended on it. I'm in love with you and that's enough of a reason to want to make love to you. Don't fight your feelings for me Meera. Just say you're mine and I will never leave your side." He said. I shook my head vehemently and said "I was influenced by alcohol. I'm with Valerio. I am in love with him and not you. So don't you say I feel the same." He looked both angry and hurt. He lashed out at me by saying "Yes. You're in love with him. That's why you had your pretty little legs wrapped around me. Tell me Meera, is it just me or are you willing to open your legs to any man while you claim your undying love for Valerio?" I snapped at his comment. My hand flew across and connected with his right cheek. I didn't wait for him to say anything further. I bolted out of the door with tears streaking my face.