Love, par sex ke baad (Love, but after sex)

Chapter 28

I rolled over to land on Salil the next morning, but the bed was empty. I groaned loudly. Saturday meant morning sex. Where was that asshole? "Salil," I shouted.

"In the bathroom," he shouted back. I buried my face in his pillow and breathed deeply. I would have him all to myself from tomorrow, and it would be amazing.

"Avantika"

"Hmm"

"I was thinking we should go out for brunch today."

"Hmmm"

A pillow hit me just then. "Wake up," Salil exclaimed.

"No," I said again, hugging the pillow he had thrown at me.

"Why not?" his voice was thick with exasperation.

"You woke me up in the middle of the night," I mumbled.

He jumped on the bed, landing right next to me, "I think that was Instagram," he said.

"Instagram doesn't keep me awake for hours afterward," I said, turning my face away from him, remembering him pulling my phone away and slipping two fingers inside me, making me yelp and wither with need. I pressed my legs together.

"Wake up, or I'll spank you," he whispered. I turned my face to look at him, smirked, closed my eyes, and thrust my ass up in the air. He laughed, "so spanking is fun for you now?" I nodded in the pillow. "We'll just upgrade you to the cane then," he said evilly. I sat up quickly. I had never seen a cane in our room, but I won't put it past him to hide it in some closet.

"Good girl," he said, ruffling my hair. I fell back on the bed face down. "Avantika!" he yelled.

"What is it? Why can't I sleep?" I moaned.

"BECAUSE!" he exclaimed. I finally turned to look at him. He looked anxious. I tried to pull him down to me, but he glared at me and shook his head. I pouted, and he got inside the covers. I climbed on top of him and nuzzled his neck, breathing in his scent.

"Tell me," I said. It was a loaded question. I could be asking why Salil was anxious, I could be asking why his mother hated him or asking if my company's IPO would be successful. I wondered what he would tell me.

He went with number two and said, "She saw Arti in the dungeon...tied up. I was "I hugged him to urge him to continue "playing with her. I..I don't know why my mom was in the basement, I don't know if Arti's screams brought her downstairs. We...I had gotten carried away, and I don't know how I didn't hear her enter the basement. She used to visit me a lot back then. I am just glad she was alone, otherwise". He stopped. I knew he was thinking that Sahil, Aaliya, and Dad would have hated him too.

"I love you," I murmured in his ear. He hugged me tightly.

"She just stood on the door looking at us. I don't even know how much she saw, but it was enough to make her hate me" Salil finally finished. I had guessed all this; I mean, I would have to be dumb to not guess it. "Why didn't you talk to her?" I asked.

He looked at me like I had three heads "obviously, I did. I went to talk to mom, but the look of hate in her eyes made me feel ashamed of myself." He looked like a fifteen-year-old boy waiting for his parents' approval; his eyes were so lonely, so sad. I swallowed back my tears. It was hard to imagine this muscular, virile, dominant guy so weak, and here I was holding him. I wanted to shake his mother, instill some sense in her. Whatever she saw was with consent, then why could she not let it go. "She left the next morning without saying anything, and I," he trailed off again.

I steeled myself, "let's go and talk to her then." He shook his head. "Why not?" I asked him.

"She won't understand," he said.

"We don't need her to understand. We just need her to stop judging you," I said, getting out of the bed and hopping in the shower.