His Desired Possession

Apologizing, Reconciliation, and Guilt❤️

"What?" Kashish asked coldly.

"Need to talk to you. Can we?" he pleaded, his eyes wide and filled with innocence, like a puppy seeking attention.

She couldn't help but stifle a laugh, but then his words echoed in her mind, and her laughter turned into a sudden outburst of anger. "Get lost! I don't want to talk," she snapped, her voice laced with frustration.

Aria, witnessing the exchange, was taken aback by Kashish's reaction. She managed to compose herself, wearing a smile that concealed her underlying glare. "He's our boss, Kashish," Aria interjected, attempting to diffuse the tension.

With a mix of surprise and annoyance, Kashish reluctantly nodded, understanding the professionalism that bound them. As she grabbed her bag, Aria declared, "I have some work. Bye." With that, she swiftly departed, leaving Kashish and him alone.

Before Kashish could utter a word, he watched helplessly as Aria disappeared from their sight. Letting out a sigh of resignation, he turned his attention back to Kashish, his gaze filled with determination.

"Why are you spoiling my night too?" Kashish couldn't help but ask, her voice tinged with exasperation. Aaron, with a mischievous smirk, closed the door behind him. "I can make it good," he said, his eyes sparkling suggestively.

She rolled her eyes, feeling a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. "Leave," she demanded, her voice firm.

"No," he replied, his voice equally resolute. Sensing her intention to leave, he swiftly reached out and grabbed her hand, preventing her escape. His touch sent shivers down her spine.

"I am extremely sorry," he murmured, his breath tickling her ear, sending waves of conflicting emotions through her. "L-leave me," she stammered, attempting to push him away, but his grip remained strong.

"I know what I said and did was wrong and out of character. I am truly sorry," he confessed, shutting his eyes tightly before reopening them to meet her gaze. There was a genuine remorse in his eyes.

"Am I a possession?" she asked, her eyes moist with tears threatening to fall.

He hesitated for a moment, his expression conflicted. "No," he replied finally, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Or yes, Mr. Knight?" she pushed, her voice trembling with vulnerability as she tried to maintain her distance.

"First of all, you are my boss, and I am your employee," she began, her voice filled with conviction. "Yes, we've met before, but that doesn't give you the right to treat me like a possession. Moreover, I don't want to talk with you. Your words have hurt me, and I refuse to engage with someone who has disrespected my character. To you, I am nothing more than a slut."

She knew that if she stayed any longer, tears would inevitably flow. Determined to protect herself, she turned to leave, but he firmly held her arm and pinned her against the wall.

"You won't leave. That's final," he asserted, his grip unwavering. "You are not a slut. You are the purest person I have ever met."

His fingers gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and their eyes locked in a silent exchange of emotions. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to overflow.

"You are the worst!" she managed to mutter between sobs, her anger and pain merging into a tumultuous mix of emotions.
"I know I am, and I am sorry," he whispered, his lips gently brushing against her forehead. It was the final fragile thread of his apology, and as it fell upon her, a torrent of tears broke free from deep within her. Sobs wracked her body, shaking her to the core.

He had always sensed the fierce exterior she presented to the world, but he also knew the truth. Beneath that hardened shell lay the gentlest soul he had ever known. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a tight embrace, offering solace and understanding. Surprisingly, she didn't resist; instead, she surrendered to the warmth of his embrace.

"You are the best, Kashish," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration. The words hung in the air, begging for a response, but she remained silent. For what felt like an eternity, she kept her gaze lowered, her face reddened with embarrassment.

"I ruined your shirt. I... I am sorry," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. A self-deprecating chuckle escaped his lips as he gently tilted her chin, urging her to meet his eyes.

"That's okay," he reassured her, his voice laced with tenderness. "Do you like pizza?" A mischievous glint danced in his eyes, knowing full well what her answer would be. A wide, genuine smile spread across her face, illuminating the tears that still clung to her lashes.

She knew exactly what was coming next, and with a burst of excitement, she tugged at his hand, pulling him towards the nearest pizza shop. His laughter mingled with her infectious enthusiasm as they embarked on an impromptu pizza party, savoring each cheesy bite and relishing the simple joy of being together.

As the night waned, he dropped her off at her doorstep, blissfully unaware of the profound turn their lives were about to take. Destiny, with its unpredictable twists and turns, lay silently in wait, ready to challenge their bond in ways they could never have imagined. Little did they know that their love story was just beginning, and the obstacles they would face would test the very foundation of their relationship. But in this moment, as they bid each other farewell, their hearts brimming with hope and affection, they remained blissfully unaware of the trials that awaited them on their path.