I am incredibly sorry, my sweeties. I really am. I know I am late again. Believe me, my life is going through a frenzied schedule and I am going bonkers in trying to keep up. But hopefully this should settle soon and I should be back to my Sunday evening schedule, before things went crazy :)
Ok, so its not that bad as it sounds above, but it is crazy. Nonetheless, I promise to make it up to you all lovely sweeties soon enough. Sounds like a deal?
For now, here's steamy little thing to make up for lack of spice last few weeks. Things had started going bit dull between our dear boy and feisty girl, won't you say? So, who wants to watch some action?
Well, I won't keep you long. Dig in then!
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Unaware of all the dubious planning and ulterior motive of Chris, I was enjoying Noberto's downfall. When I came back to Paris from New York, I had expected to enjoy every bit of this soapy drama unfold. crazy
As luck would have had it, I had just finished a shoot for a designer's watch series at one of the five-star hotel. The owner of the hotel was a dear friend of the designer and he had thrown an after-shoot party for his friend at the hotel. I was supposed to have left before the party but then I had come across, Noberto, lazing through the reception area to go to the pool side party.
I asked Pearl to find out discreetly and it was indeed confirmed that Noberto was attending the party. My brain immediately went into a tizzy to cock out a distorted plan to make the best of this sudden opportunity. I wanted to personally see him suffering. I knew his companies were not doing well and there were talks going around about investors wanting to pull out from his most promising venture. He must have started to feel the heat. And nothing would please my heart more than see him suffer and rot under the weight of all these losses.
I joined the party brimming with my malicious plans. It didn't take me long to figure out Noberto in the party. But if I had thought to find him low and broken, I was in for a rude surprise.
I saw Noberto sitting at the bar. He was sipping from his dark glass while being flanked by girls on either side. One of them was wearing a tight purple dress that barely covered her ass. The other girl was in a white pant suit that fitted her body sensuously. I thought, unlike her friend, she was dressed decently, but I had spoken too soon. The girl had comfortably ditched the shirt and was wearing just a silver coloured bra top under her jacket. She was bending over the counter, towards Noberto, providing a good view of her breasts beneath the jacket.
I had an odd feeling looking at them with Noberto.
It was no surprise. Noberto had always been a womanizer when he had girls throwing themselves at him like these two. I wanted to walk away but then the green emotion got the best of me. I wouldn't want to admit but I had been affected seeing those girls suggestively rubbing their bodies against his. While he didn't initiate anything, he wasn't even stopping them. And that irked me. Why should it? You don't want him stuck on you, do you? A voice inside me questioned.
Of course not, I answered immediately. I was only upset because this interrupts with my plan of seeing him suffer.
If my inner self had issues with accepting my answer, I didn't let it speak on further. Something had told me I wanted to see Noberto suffer and that is what I was determined to achieve. I went up to him at the bar and drwaled, "I should have known it's you. Where else you can be!"
Sarcasm was dripping from my tongue. Noberto turned around on his stool to look at me. I saw his eyes go darker before they turned hazy steel again. He gulped down the contents of his glass and stood up straight without saying a word. That silence was unsettling. Noberto was never the one to let go of a jibe and so his lack of interest in responding did disturb me.
What I didn't know was that his silence may have got something to do with my look. I was wearing a coral coloured shimmer dress with frills running in horizontal layers across my body, from breasts, all the way up to the seams ending several inches above the knee. The dress was tightly hugging me and had a good show of my bust with two thin strings holding it together at the shoulders. The fact that I had folded my arms in front of me made the bust even more pronounced. Of course, in my mind the dress was classy and elegant unlike the two girls' trashy gears which were flashy and cheap.
Following him, the two girls also stood up next to him. The one in the suit, had opened her single button on the jacket to push it aside. Placing her hand on her waist, she was glared at me with her heavy made up eyes. She along with her friend, was eyeing me for competition. But they need not have bothered. I had no interest in their conquest-for-the-night.
"Rob darling, do you know her?"
One of them asked in her excessively honey coated voice. I couldn't help my laughter at the way she addressed him Rob. I knew this display of affection was meant for me to know their intimacy. She was marking her territory.
The best way to address her was to ignore her. Not giving her another thought, I turned my attention back to Noberto.
"I heard about your businesses. Must be taxing. And frustrating. I guess, it's normal for you to want to take refuge in a woman's body to drown away your sorrows. Though I doubt how long the ladies would want to continue once they knew all this is just a façade. For all I know, soon enough, you won't even be able to afford them the drinks in the bar."
Smiling into his face, I saw something flicker in his eyes. I had touched a raw spot. He must be reeling under the effect of several deals and contracts falling through. This was not the time to rub the salt in, but I had been waiting for this for a long time. I wasn't going to let this opportunity drift away.
"I wish I could have offered some help, a lifeline, or something but I guess I am not interested in offering anything to you," I continued with the smile but zero warmth in my eyes.
The girls must have felt this getting way too deeper than their liking. The one in the bra top tried to pull his arm, saying, "Let us leave from here. It is getting crowded."
"You are right. Wait for me out, I will be with you soon," Noberto replied to her in affirmation. She was happy that he was taking her side but didn't want to leave him alone. After a moment of hesitation, she released his arm and said, "Don't be late." Then looking at the other girl, she said, "Come, Zia."
"What do you want to hear?" Noberto asked lazily while I was still watching the girls step away and leave.
"Huh?" I wasn't prepared for this question.
"You obviously wanted me to say something to you. That's why you especially came over to talk to me. Or else you wouldn't have made the effort. If I remember correctly, you were quite categorical about not wanting to be with me ever again."
For a second, I was at a complete loss. He was right. I didn't know what to say to that.
"Or did you want something from me? Let us cut the chase and come to the point. What do you want?"
"I want nothing to do with you," I was annoyed with his acuteness. Not wanting to give him any more ideas, I turned around to leave but he was quick. Stepping around me, he blocked my way between him and the bar.
"I don't believe that. You wouldn't have come to me, dressed like that, if there wasn't something on your mind. What worries me is if I read your mind correctly?"
"Shut up. I don't play games like you," I retorted aggressively.
"At least I am honest when I play games. You, Mela, don't even accept you are playing games."
He reduced the distance between us in slow deliberate moves. I was pushed against the bar now, with no way to escape.
"Honestly, did you know you are looking one hell of a fucking hot in that dress, Mela?" he said placing both his hands on either side of me on the bar top.
"I am not interested in listening to your crap!"
"Oh, so are you interested in me doing you?"
"You are still an asshole!"
"Yeah, I am still the same asshole you weren't ashamed of begging to fuck you," he replied, almost whispering into my burning ears.
"Get lost, you sicko!" I tried to push him away, but he continued.
"I can fuck you right now on this bar top, God help me. And you wouldn't be able to stop me. You wouldn't want to stop me," he said looking with lustful eyes. I shivered as his words sink in deeper. Is this why I was really here? Was I craving for his shit talk and action?
"You always had such an expressive face, doll. I could read you even with my eyes closed," he said with a sly grin while his right hand traced my neck, then shoulder and took my one of my breasts in his palm.
I jerked his hand away, but he was quicker than me. Leaning further into me, he thrusted his body into mine, gluing them together from top to bottom.
"Just say the word, you obviously still got the hots for me."
"What... what about those girls?" I stammered miserably as I could feel his body heat burning up my insides.
"I can lose them easily," he said eagerly.
I looked up into his face to see his grey eyes turning darker and darker. Gulping down the lump in my throat, I whispered, "Meet me at the lady's washroom in ten minutes."
"Sure, babe," he kissed my head and quickly disappeared in the crowd behind.
I staggered my way to the lady's washroom. It was miracle I didn't fall off on the way as I could feel my legs turning into a jelly. Once inside, I splashed pools of water on my face to cool down. Even after multiple attempts, I could feel my face burning up.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" My reflection screamed at me. "Are you going to get your heat released by fucking Noberto? Do you have no shame left?"
I stared back at my reflection. I didn't have any answer for her. And then the onus of answering anything was taken out of my hands because the washroom door opened and Noberto stepped in. I braced both my hands on the sink bar behind me to support me.
He looked at me from top to bottom and then back to my face. Before coming further inside, he turned around and locked the washroom door to prevent anyone from disturbing us untimely.
"You know, you can kill a man in that dress."
"Can I?"
"Yes, you are smoking hot, Mela," he said breathlessly.
"What about without it?"
His jaw dropped on the floor.
Without waiting for a word from him or my nerve to leave me, I unzipped the dress at my side, running below my arm up to my hips. Once fully unzipped, I shoved the thin straps off my shoulders. Sliding it slowly off my hips, I let it collect in a pool at my feet.
I was now standing in my uber tiny strapless red bra and matching panties in front of Noberto Fritz. He was still speechless.
Using the support of my hands on the sink I pushed my butts and perched up the sink top. Crossing my stilettoes clad legs suggestively, I asked him in a sensual voice, "Do you like what you see?"
He tried to speak up but was obviously lost for words. He didn't expect his Mela to take the lead. Stretching my hands above my body to provide him an even more enticing look of my curves, I tied up my hair in an untidy bun at the back of my head.
"Isn't this how you liked me to pose for you?" I asked erotically but before he could answer, I added, "Oh no, you don't do semi nudes. You do only nudes."
As I tried to move my hands across my breasts to unhook the flimsy bra, he quickly came up to me and held my hands, "What are you doing?"
"I am trying to find the hots for you." I said slowly and clearly, emphasizing on each of my words. His face turned darker as the words left my mouth.
"Must be somewhere here, since you so obviously saw me dripping in it at the bar," I said, feeling my breasts with my hands while he was still holding them.
He twisted them to stop me and then pushed them behind my back. I felt pain in my arms but at the same time the action forced his body to ram into me. It was so spontaneous that he couldn't do anything to adjust the bulge growing in his pants. I felt his hardness straining against my legs.
"I can see who's got the hots for whom," I said smiling sweetly into his face. For a second, I thought he was going to hit me, and I won't be able to defend myself because my arms were still twisted behind my back. But then he shoved me off his hands and moved away. I released the breath I didn't even know I was holding.
I thought I had got it right. I got what I wanted. But then he turned around to face me.
"You've got it wrong, babe. I can fuck any inviting female body and yours was insanely fucking inviting just a few seconds back. But not anymore. I don't like talkative women."
His eyes had turned back to his usual cool steel grey colour. There was no trace of lust I had seen when he had held me at the bar or when I had taken off my dress.
Walking arrogantly towards the door, he unlocked it irrespective of the fact that I was still sitting in my undies on the sink top. Just before he was about to step out, he looked at me and said,
"You have changed, Mela. I hope you are happy with the change." With that he was gone.
I was a shivering piece of shit as the door closed behind him. Clawing myself on the floor, I held my crumbled dress against my trembling, quivering self. Suddenly the place was too cold, and I could feel it eating up my skin.
It was too bold of me, but I had achieved what I had set out for. I had proved to him that unlike what he kept saying, I didn't feel a thing for him. He could not make me want to feel his touch ever again. He was my rapist and I hated him. And today I had shown him he had no control on me, my body or my actions.
Then why didn't I feel happy?
Why did I feel as if I had done something which I would never be able to undo?
Most importantly, why did I feel like crying?
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So, Dear Lovely Readers,
Did you like it?
Let me know! Please! Now!
And I know, I know. The ending! It may have left many of you wanting, but guys we need to keep up with the story. Our girl is not ready to jump into bed with the bad boy again. She does look & sound conflicted, but give her time. She needs to figure what she wants on her own. Whether its with Noberto or someone else, you need to accept her decision. Respect, guys!
Ha ha ha ha ha! I know I am sounding like a teacher instead of a writer!
Ignore all of the above. You are free to feel, think, choose, like whatever you want. And while you are at it, share it with me too, so I know what you are thinking. Who knows, I might get an idea or two from your musings. So, keep it coming.
Till next time (I promise to make it quick)
Love,
Anna