When The Ex Meets

14. Predator

(Warning: There could be some disturbing content in this chapter)

I adjusted the files in my hand and straightened my clothes, as I made my way towards Bincy's office. Unlike regular days, I had really put some efforts to get ready today. I wanted to look good for Ryan to see me. But I had to leave early for this meting with Bincy, even before Ryan came to work. What a waste!

I sighed, knocking the door as I made my way inside. Bincy was sitting casually on his chair, as if he had been waiting for me only. I flashed him a friendly smile, "Good morning sir."

"Oh, please call me Bincy. No need for the formalities." He gestured me to take a seat.

I took quick glimpse around his office. It was like one of those offices which every rich guy seemed to possess. Modern arts hanging from the wall made no sense to me, while the big glass window at the side displaying the company's surroundings seemed to be only made for boasting purposes.

"Here's the stats sir-... I mean Bincy." I want this to be over as soon as possible.

He smiled and took the file from me. While his eyes scanned through the words from the file, I shifted my gaze to look out from the window. How I wish to be free from here!

"The stats shows the views to be really high on this twelveth. Was there some featured programme at that day?' He said bringing my attention back to the room.

"Uh, I'm not sure." I took the file from him to look over the fact. There could be some programme, but I barely remember. Or maybe on that day Ryan had just went on-air wearing his royal blue suit.
I'm telling you, Ryan in that suit is no joke. Anyone can get a mini heart attack witnessing it!

I flipped through other pages to get some information but got none. Bincy suddenly stood up from his seat, as he made his way towards me across his desk. As I was still trying to find out, he came and stood behind, hovering over me and the files in my hand.

I stiffened up from the sudden close proximity, feeling really uncomfortable as I shifted on my chair.

"Its written here, I guess." He pointed out on the file as his fingers brushed against my hands. I felt my breathe caught in my throat. I'm not getting good vibes about this all.

"Y-Yeah, it seems so." I tried to move away from him, but I suddenly felt his other hand on my waist keeping me there on the seat and even sliding further down on the sides of my body.

"You smell good." He breaths on the crook of my neck, now getting too close to be considered appropriate.

"S-Sir!" I tried to get away from him, pushing him as I stood up, only to see him smirking.

"Oh dear, you seemed to take offense easily." He stood there shamelessly, pushing his hands into his pockets.

"I hope you're aware of what you are doing and what could be its consequences, Sir." I gritted. How can he behave like this with his employee? I never thought he would be like this. Maybe that's why I had let my guards down before him.

"I don't see anything wrong in my act, dear. I find you attractive, so why do I have to pretend that I'm not amused." He shrugged, his eyes shamelessly analysing each part of my body. I felt the need to hide myself from the hunger of his eyes.

"Wait till I report you." I sternly said, as I collected my files and shoving him aside to move out from his hell.

"Oh no dear, you aren't going to do this." he spoke from behind.

"Watch me." I turned the door knob and opened it, but before I could step out, he spoke, "Before doing anything stupid, at least take a look at this."

I turned around to see him extending out his arm to handover his phone to me. I eyed him, before snatching the phone from him. He had a clip of me and Ryan. I was kissing Ryan on the forehead, while he had me pinned to the wall. It looked like some CCTV footage, without sounds. Then it came to me. It was from that day when we came here for that meeting with Druv and Avni, and he dragged me into that room after getting jealous from Bincy.

Before my brain could process the things, Bincy took his phone from me, "You know, how much of a scandal will it be when I give this clip to your rival News Hub. Trust me, they'll love to pull FCC News down, especially when you guys recently won 'The Best News Hub of 2018' Award." He smirked, strolling towards me, "Just imagine the headlines, 'The Senior News Host of FCC makes the female employee to sleep with him for getting job posts.'"

My lungs feel like it'll collapse, unable to compensate with the oxygen demand of my body, as I shivered. I couldn't think of anything, I just stood there froze, unable to move, "Its not true. We were in a relationship from before." I mumbled.

"How many people out there analysis the news served to them with their morning tea that if its true or not. The world is dumber than you think, dear." He came close to me, his one hand pulled me from my waist towards him, as his other hand pushed the door close.

It was not about me anymore, its about Ryan. I knew how much Ryan cares about his career. He had even compromised me for his job in the past. He had worked so hard for gaining the reputation, and this will ruin everything he earned till now. He will break down if something like this happens. How can I see him breaking down in front of me?!

"You won't do this." I looked up at him, on the verge of crying. I gulped down the knot forming in my throat.

"Of course I won't do anything like that. Not until you try to do anything stupid like a few moments ago." He pushed back a strand of my hair behind my ear. I shuddered under his touch, every living cell filling with disgust. His fingers took hold of my chin, as he raised my face to his level. "Be a good girl and let me have my way." he breathed against my face.

I clutched my fists together, shutting my eyes tight, prepared for whatever worst thing he has for me. A single streak of tear escaped from the corner of my eyes and made its way down towards my cheek. His lips crashed to mine roughly. I sucked my breathe in. I don't want to feel an inch of his skin in contact with mine, it burns wherever he touches. He moaned into my mouth as he lustfully kissed me.

Satisfying himself, he finally pulled away from me, breathing heavily. Now more tears soaked my cheeks. I want to ran away, but my feet isn't supporting my weight there. "You taste better than I thought." he moved back, making his way towards his chair.

"You can go now, if you want. But make sure to come whenever I call you." he sat back on his chair, as if nothing happened. As if he didn't just sexually abused me. His predator-eyes still hovered over my figure, "And wipe off those tears. Don't make it seem like I'm a bad guy, dear."

I hurriedly wiped away my tears with the back of my hand, as I rushed out of the door.

Reaching inside my car in the parking lot outside, I finally let my tears to fall. I felt pathetic, I felt used. I cried out my heart sitting there. What had I just put myself into? Even recalling it, makes me rub my skin clean. I pursed my teeth into my lips till it started to bleed. How could I let this happen? I hate myself.