Rich, Famous and Partnerless

Ungentlemanly

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'You’ve touched me without even touching me.'
Rupi Kaur
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Margot

You're sure you don't need an ice for that cheek?" I ask as Vikram makes a U-turn. He responds with a glare. "It's starting to turn red. You look like you're blushing. On one cheek."

He only shakes his head at me, amusement clearly written on his face. "So, how are you going to tell your friend about the earlier occurrence?"

I sigh deeply. "I really don't know. Even though they are not in a serious relationship, I still don't think it's okay to cheat." I shake my head, still perplexed at what I caught Freddy doing. "As for me, if you're sleeping with me, then you're sleeping with only me. At least until we're no more sex buddies."

"Will remember that when I start sleeping with you," Vikram says casually.

My eyes become as wide as a saucer.

Did he really just say that?

"You shouldn't tell expensive jokes like that," I mumble.

"Marg, You know we both can't stop what will eventually happen. You're drawn to me just as I am to you. We aren't kids not to know we'll eventually have sex." He turns to look at shocked me. "Can't you see, Marg? There's too much tension between us. Even right now as I speak. And you know it's not only a sexual tension."

I gulp as the tension goes up by degrees. This is when I notice the car's stopped, right in front of my house.

Saying nothing, I take out the remote for the gate and press the "open" button.

Climbing out of a guy's car this late outside will only give paparazzi and fans (wherever they lurk) something to talk about.

Vikram drives through the tall wooden gate and parks on the driveway.

Immediately the car stops, I get out and hasten towards the door to my house.

Call me a coward. Maybe I am. But I do not think I want this and Vikram strikes me as someone who knows what he wants and gets what he wants. I just don't know if after all what men have put me through, I am ready to go into a relationship with a guy as blunt and intense as Vikram.

"Marg," he drawls out.

Shit!

Double shit!

Triple shit!

I almost reached my goal! I almost reached my fucking door!

I calmly turn towards him with a smile I pray to all gods looks sincere. "Vikram, sorry I didn't say goodbye. Needed to do something urgent inside."

"It's okay," he says with a smile that makes me realise he sees through my lie.

With strides as graceful as a cat's, he walks towards me. My first thought is to run towards the door.

But I don't. I may be a lot of things but running away with tails between my legs is not one of them.

I am attracted to him, alright, but didn't he admit minutes ago that he's attracted to me too?

Which means no matter how little, he's also feeling queasy.

I guess this makes us even.

"Marg," he calls again, his voice sounding like a caress, like as if he's touching me without touching me.

I don't even know if that makes sense.

"When can I see you again?"

"Vikram, I don't.."

"You don't wanna see me again?" Gosh, he sounds so vulnerable.

"It's not that. I don't just think I'm ready to take a guy like you on. You're too.." I trail off, searching for the right word.

"Intense?" He guesses correctly and somehow, that makes me angry.

"Shut up! Goddamnit!"

He moves closer and I can see a somewhat sad look on his face. "Stop fighting it." He brings up his thumb and lightly runs it over my lower lip. "And don't swear with that beautiful mouth." A shudder passes through me at his light touch. For no reason, this only makes me angrier and I jerk away from his touch.

"Don't tell me what to do with my fucking mouth! Okay, Indian boy?" I say to rile him up. "And what are you still doing? Don't you know the way out?"

Why am I like this? Where is the cool, calm and collected Margot? What the heck is he doing to me?

At my question, he only smirks and nods like as if he sees through my anger something I don't want him to see.

"Stubborn. Sexy." He looks me over, not in a lewd way but in a way a woman should be looked at: with eyes full of passion and respect. "My type of woman." His voice, now hoarse, is ( if my years of exploring men is anything to go by) thick with desire.

I feel my anger die as I look into those honey brown eyes that drew me to him in the first place.

"Vikram, I.. I can't."

"Don't say that, Marg," he says with urgency. He holds my hand and I shiver involuntarily. "We can. We can make this work."

For a moment, we only stare at each other.

"Marg," he calls, breaking the silence. "As a gentle man, I should ask if I could kiss you. But right now, I'm having a hard time behaving like one. So let me be completely ungentlemanly." He moves close, so close I only have to puff out my tummy to come in contact with his. I say nothing. I only stare into those warm brown eyes that reminds me of pure, undiluted honey. "Margot Johns, I'm going to kiss you now."

And before my brain could process those words, his lips crashes hard on mine. The sudden action makes my whole body, lips included, go stiff. But the guy isn't the type to take no for an answer as he pries my lips open with his skillful ones. His tongue invades my mouth and in no time, I find myself moving my whole mouth along with his.

I knew there would be heat when we kiss. Knew from the way I shuddered when he touched me. What I definitely wasn't expecting is the explosions in my belly as our lips mate.

I really really am in a big pot of soup called Trouble.

After a moment, he breaks away from the kiss and starts to mutter an apology but I take both of us by surprise as I shove him against the wall by my door and yank at his lapels to draw him closer.

Then, I proceed to do a thorough ministration on those soft fucking lips.

Since I want it so bad, why not just take it and drop the coy mistress act?

But.. French kissing a guy I'm not even in a relationship with?

Haha.. Wonder what the priest would say about this.

To His Coy Mistress is a poem written by Andrew Marvell. Y'all should read it. It's a very intriguing poem.
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I kept blushing while writing a particular part of this chapter (I'm sure y'all know that part already hehehe)

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