The Heat Exit

Chapter 3

"And done", Ariana smiled for the fifth time in the mirror. Her brown eyes flashed a mesmerizing vibe into her reflection. She adjusted her black fitted skirt, which she wore with a textured chiffon blouse of royal blue color. She looked stunning. Ariana wasn't the most beautiful girl but her bold features and sense of dressing always made her look amazing. She made cat eyes by applying a thick liner over her eyelids and her red lips which she carried in a pout. She admired herself in the mirror. I wish I was taller, she sighed. Ariana usually did not care about her height. Shelooked cute with a small one. She found it as an advantage to look young all the time. Her face looked innocent because of it. She was a lady of 18 years old but she pretty much looked 15. She did not mind at all, but sometimes she did wonder to be tall. She chased those thoughts and moved away from her dressing.

Ariana took out her file from the drawer and gave a quick read to her papers. She was all set to go. As she came down the stairs her heels made a tapping sound on every step, this was a signal for the maids to set her breakfast. Ariana was having an apple lettuce salad this morning with a half cheese omelet. She was very conscious about gaining weight and maintaining her figure. Ariana was greeted at the end of the stairs by her mother. Her smiled turned into a frown and fire rose in her eyes.

"Did you sleep well last night?"
"It's better not to discuss anything mother." The woman looked at her daughter in disbelief. Ariana always had a quick temper but she was she was in a habit to cool down very quickly as well. But this morning was about to turn into a riot! "It was your father's idea to surprise you with a new bed set" her mother justified. "A surprise?" she questioned, "More of a nightmare mother! What were you both planning on? You knew I loved that bed and sure I had a perfect sleep last night!" Ariana added sarcastically.
"What is wrong with you? Why didn't you go crazy when we sold your car for a new one? You always love surprises! " her mother exclaimed.
"Well. Now I do not like surprises anymore. I don't want anything coming my way that I don't know about. My enemies are born with a surprise, and trust me mother I hate them." Her mother was speechless at her twisted terminology. "Go have breakfast. It's served"

It was almost 11 when Ariana was done with everything. She slowly started feeling nervous when she approached her car. Surprises ha! I still miss my old car. She frowned. Ariana was 10 years old when her father had gifted her Lamborghini and last year she was surprised with a Honda accord. She slid behind the back seat and the driver drove her to her destination. Malcom Towers.

Malcom was an old friend. At least she thought he was. His dad owned the towers and was an industrialist. He was also running several schools. He named the towers after his son, because out of % sons Malcom had helped his dad a lot with his business. He was a favorite child. A favorite among the ladies as too. Tall, handsome, with dark black hair but he was thin, sometimes to Ariana he looked like a tall tan model.But Malcom had a charm to woo everyone around him. He knew many people in the city. A much known socialite. Ariana was meeting him today to get a job in one of his schools as an intern. She loved doing such work. Keeping herself busy all the time, getting new experiences, meeting new people. She was greeted by many as she entered the building. She walked to Malcom's office flashing smiles to everyone. She was sweet at heart. Ariana never liked hurting anyone. She would give anyone respect who would greet her nicely. She never said no to anyone. Despite being rich she wasn't arrogant and yet she had to face enemies.

"Well, well! Look who walked in, my ex-girlfriend!" Malcom got up to greet her. He hugged her lightly and sat back on the couch. Ariana gave him a sly smile and sat down taking out her documents. Malcom stared at her. He was pleased to see her there, if only you never left me... He thought.
"Here are all my documents. I can't wait to be interviewed. When am I meeting the head?" Ariana asked.
"Tomorrow morning hopefully. He's too busy today otherwise he would have met you at lunch time"

Ariana made a face. She was desperately looking forward to the interview, spending hours on dressing up. "Don't worry; you'll get the internship without any formality." Malcom tried giving Ariana hope but she was stubborn.
"I was fully prepared for today" Ariana whined.
"I have an idea, let's have lunch together. It will keep your mind off the interview" Malcom suggested hoping shed say yes. He reached out for her hand and held it. Ariana's soft, small hand completely dissolved in Malcom long fingers. "Thank you, but ill refuse." She started piling up her documents ready to leave.

"I know things dint go good between us, but I'm trying. Don't ignore me like this Ariana. I love you".
"Love is a big big word Malcom" she looked at him depressed. Love? Things were worse between us Malcom. Ariana was having all the flashbacks of the brutal affection she had to face with Malcom. The thought of it made her shudder with fear. She got up to go but Malcom caught her by the arm and pulled her close. He stared down at her curiously. He could sense the fear in Ariana.
"Why are you still with me then Ariana?"
"Because I like to forgive you every time I meet you Malcom" she answered politely. She could feel the rage inside him, but she still liked him, because she wanted to help him. Ariana knew deep down Malcom had a soft side and she could help him. Why so nice Ariana, the same voice from the back of her head. Ariana was a gentle little girl. She was forgiving and helpful. But she was in a maze with her qualities. A maze with lot of hindrance.

Because I cannot let another girl feel the agony I went through. I don't care about myself or my respect but I'm going to protect every other girl. Malcom is lusty for me and he won't stop until I don't help him. Its fine he's using me, but I don't see myself at the position of allowing any other girl get caught up in despair! Damn me for being kind. Damn me for caring! Damn me for loving those around me. I've turned into something everyone would hate! But why wouldn't they!

Malcom was annoyed by her silence. He moved his hand up to Ariana's hair and pulled them hard. He slowly moved his lips up her neck to the sides of her cheeks. The files from Ariana's hand fell to the floor. The lust in Malcom flowed in his blood clashing every feeling of love. He looked at her sharply. I wonder how she looks without the skirt, he imagined.
"When did you lose your virginity, Ariana?" he teased.
The question made Ariana smile mischievously at him.
"Who said I was born with one"
Ariana could feel his warm hardness on her stomach.You're a devil Ariana. She thought to herself. Ariana's reply had caused trouble inside Malcom jeans. He laughed sexily, "Sweetheart love is necessity, but sex" he paused for a moment to bend down and bite the side of her lower lip. "It's a priority" he whispered hoarsely with a serious tone.

And then he undressed her.