"Sleep with me" he said directly looking into my eyes. She was frozen. She stopped blinking and stared at him with 'are you in your senses' look.
He walked forward and stood before her. "I will pay you more"
Earth shattered below her. She was fuming...
Chris stood by the beach with his hands in his jeans pockets leaning back on his car. His neatly combed and jelled hair dancing to the rhythm of music of the dusky wind. He was there since he left his house after the little encounter with krithi. His grey eyes were locked to the sun that was about to set similar to his life. His thoughts wandered despite his threaten not to wander off to things he hate. But it seemed he have less control over them. He closed his eyes to feel the wind more desperate that it may steal away his thoughts if he close his eyes.
He breathed out a deep sigh remembering today’s events. It was not him. he never used to acknowledge others life, their opinion on him, their words, their hate for him on their eyes. it was not him. it scared him. scared to the core.
He remembered his meet with kate a few days ago. From the words and actions of her, he can detect that she was physically attracted to him that has really nothing to do with his heart nor his feelings. Not atleast once in their discussion they have discussed about his opinion whether he loved her. she was really busy attracting him physically to her so that he won’t back up and she doesn’t need to jeopardize on her company’s profit. He really wondered whether he was doing right or wrong. But also at the same time he can’t risk his life by trusting anyone. If he has to live indifferently without any problems and pleasures he is ready to live so. He is scared for the happiness that might end up him in problems.
His phone buzzed bringing him to the sensorial plane. He looked at the caller id and clenched his jaw. He ignored the call and stood up straight looking deep into the sky. Again the phone buzzed interrupting him. he looked at the caller id and cursed under his breath. He switched off his mobile and threw in the passenger seat of his car and stood there in silence. He stayed for what called eternity and when the stars along with the moon greeted him, he went back to his driver’s seat and drove away.
He straight away went to home and to his mini-bar and drenched himself in alcohol. He went back to his room tipsy and landed on his bed and tried calling it a night off. But even his sleep rejected him.
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Ting. Ting. Ting. Ting. Ting. Ting. ‘Fu*k! Who the hell invented this bloody alarm!! I just slept few minutes ago, and then my sleep was disturbed by that crazy invading my sleep and now this bloody alarm. Wait. Crazy! oh no! I must leave before she comes. I don’t want another encounter that throws my heart off the cliff’ thinking so, chris woke up suddenly from his bed, pushed off his sheets went to gym to get off his frustration.
His knuckles punching hard his douche bag, sweat drenched his body totally, his eyes burning with fire, pain, hurt, frustration, confusion, fear. His body shaking with every punch and his knuckles with every punch threatened to put out more blood than the previous punch. Yet his mind wandering off, ignoring his pain from the broken knuckles, ignoring his throbbing head ace due to hang over, his heart breaking to million pieces. His heart mind requesting more pain to forget the pain of his heart. He hating himself for being affected.
He stopped punching as the douche bag was broken and scattered all over the floor. He was exhausted. Exhausted for fighting within himself. He quickly strode away to his room, freshened up himself and drove away to his office early than his usual timings.
He entered his office, sank in his seat. Covering his face with his hands, his head on the head rest. After some time davis walked in. “good morning sir, today you have a meeting with Mr. westbrook at 10, and you have to attend the meeting in spain with our client” davis said observing his boss features who looked like a mess. Chris nodded his head. “are you okay?” he asked his boss confirming that he is not okay looking at the man infront of him. “I am” chris said indifferent to davis concern voice. “you can take off chris. I will manage!” davis said not trusting chris assurance. Davis worked with chris from the time he took his position in ottever Inc. they were friends more than employee and employer. “I am fine. I will manage” chris reassured him. davis left his cabin without any choice though he wanted to ask more but he knew it would be futile.
Before leaving to his meeting, chris informed davis to look after Mrs. Agarwal’s issue with ethan. Though he is not well, he never neglected his work. He left his office. Its other thing that keeps him sane apart rosy. Soon after chris left, davis met mrs agarwal.
Miss roy stood infront of ottever.Inc cursing the head and walked in to the reception.
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She was dressed in Indian attire unlike some who wore tight pencil skirts and blouse. The receptionist looked her from the corner of her eye and ignored her continuing her work in the pc before her. Miss roy felt furious. She cleared her throat to attain the attention of the receptionist. The receptionist reluctantly looked at her.
“what? May I help you?” she asked with a dry tone. “Actually you MUST. I am miss roy. I am here to meet Mr Christopher who called me through mrs Agarwal working here as an employee. So you MUST guide me to him” miss roy said with a stern voice replacing the polite words with obligation words. if she thinks that i am weak from my attire then she is totally mistaken. i am not someone who takes all the shit and mourn.
The receptionist is taken back. she felt like commanded. But she can’t rebel it since she MUST do it as a receptionist. She made a call through the intercom and enquired about miss roy’s appointment. “take the lift to your left to 7th floor, and turn right” she said after the call and turned back to her pc. “well, thank you” miss roy gave her a small smile reluctantly and walked towards the elevator.
“Miss roy?” she heard her name from behind her soon after she turned right after reaching 7th floor. She turned around and found a tall, lean girl who wore a grey shirt with a tight pencil skirt. “yes” miss roy said observing the woman before who was scanning her from head to toe with a disgusting look over miss roy’s Indian attire. “you may come later, our boss is currently not available” the woman said with a disgusted look still on her face.
“is this some kind of sick joke? You guys called me early in the morning and asked my presence and now you are saying he isn’t available. What I seem to you like?” miss roy said to the woman still hanging on the last nerve to loose her control. It is not funny when someone calls you early 7 in the morning disturbing your beautiful dream on food, and demanding your presence within 1 hour ignoring your words that she has work and when you finally made it in time after skipping your breakfast and being threatened by your aunt for skipping and bearing an annoying receptionist for 15 min and when you are steps away and you being told that he is not available now!!!! no! NOT FUNNY AT ALL!!
“miss roy I-” the woman was cut off by a voice behind them and they both turned around to look at the man before them dressed in an elegant suit with his hands in his pockets looking at them with a man beside him in his office attire saying “you may leave” The woman left from there after giving a glare at miss roy to which miss roy ignored it and turned her face towards the man in his suit and the man beside him.
