RAVEN's

9. PULLED A HARRY

Meher

A limousine was waiting for me outside my hostel. Along with a driver dressed in proper attire.

"Good evening Miss Oberoi" he greeted me taking my coat off and helping me inside the car.

"Good evening um-"

"Tyler , ma'am. I am Mr. Rathore's personal bodyguard"

"Good evening Tyler and it's just Meher thank you" I said smiling and sitting inside.

Gods even that man's personal bodyguard is hot as hell.

"So Tyler where are we going?" I asked.

"It's a surprise Meher" he said giving a small smile and I couldn't help but return the smile.

"So how long have you been working for Raven?"

"About 10 years Meher. Make yourself comfortable. There's champagne in the drawer."

"Thank you but I don't drink. So um do you like also know about his family?" Yeah I am a nosy bitch. What can he do about it.

"Not much. Just enough to be able to work for sir." he replied .

Okay we are getting small answers. Deciding to not embarrass myself even more I kept my mouth shut.

Or tried to.

Well I am an annoying nosy observant bitch . Can't help it.!!!

So I asked another question and regretted it Instantly.

"Why do you call Raven sir , he seems to have that kink right?"

He literally chocked on air and stopped car for a few seconds. And I debated throwing myself out of the car.

Well knowing myself I'd end up embarrassing myself even more if I did that.

"Forget I said that. Delete , undo , control Z . Whatever just fucking delete what I just said." I pleaded him.

He nodded giving me a small smile.

"Already forgotten Meher."

I really hope so sir  because if not I'd have to beg Raven to choke me a little harder or to shoot me with his actual gun. Like not his gun  but the mechanical gun. You know what I mean.

Gods Meher stop it . Just stop it for the love of gods.

Pulling out my iPods , my newly gifted ipods !! I played some music. NO I AM NOT TALKING TO TYLER. EVER AGAIN !!!!

That's enough embarrassment to last a lifetime.

Around half an hour later . Tyler parked the car near docks. When the car's door open to reveal a handsome, stubbed face and all I could think about was how that stubble would feel between my legs.

His eyes enlarged as soon as he saw me and then he gave me a smile,  not his infamous smirk but a genuine smile and I melted right there.

Who's Sheryl? How did Raven wronged her? Why do I care?

He was looking deliciously fuckable in his black slacks and dress shirt both of which were tight fitting. The cuffs of his shirt were undone and he had the sleeves rolled up giving me a fantastic view of his veins.

I swear I was not drooling fantasizing about them fingers inside me at all.

I am aware that's wrong and pathetic. That I am wrong and pathetic but have you ever been in a place where you mind stop working all together and  you can only think  from you vagina and boobs ? no?