FIFTY- EIGHT

Knowing Alexander had gone to find himself another whore to fuck for the night had upset Yalda even more. It had upset her so much that she had returned to her room, gathered up her things and had called Carl to drop her off at her apartment.

And after returning to her apartment, she had brooded and brooded until she could take no more of the heartache, she had ended up crying herself to sleep.

As always, her mood wasn't better the next morning, she wished she didn't have to see Alexander today, she wished she didn't have to go to work today, but the fact that she was the boss's whore didn't mean she could skip work whenever she wanted.

She hadn't announced her arrival like she always did when she got to the office, she had merely settled at her desk and got to work.

The fact that there hadn't been need to interact with him much made her glad at the very least, he had only left her some orders and had left the office. They were both too upset to deal with each other at all.

And on returning to her apartment after work, she had been surprised to see Zayn calling; she was even surprised she still has his contact, though she was in no mood to deal with her wretched family, she answered the call.

"What?" She said on answering.

"You bitch." Zayn spat from the other side, he was clearly very upset. They had that in common.

A humorless chuckle left her as she shook her head. They would never learn, would they?

"I assure you, Zayn, I am in no mood to deal with any of you." She told him. "Don't call me ever again."

"I bump into you some days back and the next thing I know I'm being looked into for drugs and I'm being fired from my job." Zayn said. "What the fuck did you do?"

She was about to point out how illogical he sounded but stopped on recalling what Alexander had said. She had completely forgotten about her talk with Alexander the other night, she had forgotten that he had been determined to make their lives miserable if they didn't apologize to her.

This was undoubtedly his doing, but she wasn't about to thank him or ask him to stop, and neither was she about to apologize to Zayn.

"Fuck off." She said before lowering the phone from her ear and hanging up.

Knowing he could call back, she muted her phone and tossed it aside. She felt like grabbing her her hair and screaming till everything that weighed so heavily on her dissipated.

The rest of the day had gone by slowly and torturously, she had ended up going to bed with a wretched mood. The next morning has been slightly better because her period was finally over and she didn't have to deal with aches and cramps.

As always, she had tended to Loki and had headed to the office. Like the previous day, she hadn't bothered letting Alexander know she had arrived, not until he called for her.

'My office, now.' had been his message.

She hadn't gone immediately, she had taken her time to conclude what she was doing before she went to his office.

"You called, sir?" She asked on getting to his office, she stood by the door to make it clear that she didn't intend to stay longer than she needed to.

Alexander was seated at his desk, he closed his MacBook and set it aside before his gaze flickered to hers.

"You left the penthouse." He said with no preamble at all.

Her brow arched slightly.

Has he only just noticed her absence in the penthouse?

"I've been gone for a while now." She told him. "I'm not surprised you've only just noticed."

He seemed calmer today, he seemed more focused, more like himself.

"You didn't feel the need to let me know?" He asked her.

She shook her head.

"My presence was clearly an inconvenience on your part." She replied curtly.

"Lose that attitude immediately, Yalda." He warned.

He wanted her to lose the attitude? Perhaps she would if he didn't upset her so much.

"Will you be needing anything or shall I return to my desk?" She asked him.

He chuckled humorlessly as he shook his head.

"Fuck this." He said more to himself than to her. A slight chill ran down her spine as his darkening eyes narrowed on hers. "Lock the door and come here."

His words hung heavily between the both of them. Her heart pounded heavily against her chest as she stood there trying to decide whether or not she wanted to be stubborn, but the look in her eyes told her that being stubborn right now wasn't an option.

Letting out a shuddering breath, she locked the door and made her way over to him, all the while, he watched her wth those darkened demeaning eyes of his. His gaze raked over her figure as she came to stand before him.

"Tell me, Yalda, are you still on your period?" He asked her.

Yet another shuddering breath left her as the pit of her stomach suddenly began to burn. She shook her head.

"No? Didn't I ask you to let me know when it was over?" He asked her.

He had, but things weren't particularly smooth between them.

"I didn't think you wanted to know." She replied.

A sinister smirk curved his lips as he swiveled his seat slowly.

"Come closer." He said, ordered.

Her heart pounded even harder against her chest as she took a step closer to him. She knew where this was going, and though she was upset with him, there wasn't much she could do about it. Plus, her body was already betraying her.

Her eyes widened as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her closer so she fell on his lap. She wasn't sure why, but she tried struggling, and all he had to do was grab both of her wrists and secure them with a single hand.

"I won't tell you again to lose that attitude." He said, his breaths caressed the side of her neck causing her body to shudder sweetly.

She truly couldn't help her attitude. He made it so difficult for her to not be like this.

"I can't." She told him.

"No, you can, but you don't want to." He said.

She shook her head. Couldn't he just accept that he had upset her? Couldn't he apologize?

"I can't do this." She said quietly. "Please let go of me."

He released her wrists but his hand snaked around her waist securely to keep her in place.

"You're upset." He pointed out. "We both are. But you're right, I need you."

His words didn't make her feel better at all. She tried standing up but he hold on her kept her still.

"I need you, and I want you so very badly." He said as he let his other hand caress its way around her body. "We have that in common too."

He was right, her body was literally shuddering from his touch and proximity. She hated the fact that he could so easily subdue her with faint touches.

A quiet moan left her as his hand ventured to her ample bosom, he massaged her flesh slowly, expertly, he went on till she leaned against him to welcome everything he was bringing.

Knowing she wouldn't try to leave now, he released her waist and brushed her hair aside to reveal her neck, and she tilted her head to give him more access as his lips began trailing hot kisses down her heated skin.

"Do you like this, Yalda?" He asked her.

She bit her lips as she nodded once.

"Say it."

Would she ever learn?

"I do." She replied.

She had missed this, she had missed sitting on his lap like this, she had missed having him do this to her.

"Good." He said. "Lean against me and spread your legs."

She did just that, she let her back lean against his chest completely so she could spread her legs as wide as he pencil skirt would let her.

"Wider." He ordered.

She shook her head.

"My skirt." She told him.

"I hate it." He replied as he rolled the skirt up her thighs the best her thighs the best he could. And she bit her lips once more as she felt his fingers brush against her sensitive middle through the thin fabric of her pantyhose and underwear.

She was getting all wet wet already, so wet that there was a wet blotch in the middle of her pantyhose .

"Seems to me like you missed me as much as I've missed you." He remarked.

And all she could do was moan quietly.

"Yalda, you understand that I may not show it all the time, but I do care about you?" He said to her surprise.

Perhaps that was all she had needed to hear. Perhaps she only needed him to remind her that he cared about her.

She nodded once.

"Good, because I assure you, nothing I'm about to do to you will make you feel cared for." He said.

His words had her heart falling to the heated pit of her stomach at once as what seemed to be fear and anticipation caused her body to shudder sweetly.

Her breath hitched as he suddenly grabbed a portion of her pantyhose and ripped the middle to expose the thin underwear she had underneath. It happened all too quickly, one moment she was ripping her pantyhose, and the next, he was moving her thong aside and sliding his fingers into her wet folds.

Her head fell back against his shoulder as raw pleasure shot through her. She bit her lips to stop herself from moaning loudly as his fingers began sliding in and out of her.

She grabbed the armrests of his seat to balance herself as he continued to work her relentlessly. She squirmed restlessly as his paced picked up almost punishingly, and soon enough, it wasn't just the sloshing wet noises that filled the office but also the moans that she had tried so hard to control.

"Oh my God." She almost screamed.

He chuckled, a sound which was laced with darkness.

"Careful Ms. Hariss, we don't want to alert the entire building, do we?" He asked her. His pace didn't slow a bit, and she was finding it very difficult to control herself.

"Oh heavens." She moaned as she grabbed his hand, she wasn't sure why she was trying to stop him.

"Let go of I'll restrain your hands." He warned.

She wasn't afraid of having her wrist tied with a necktie, but she released his hand immediately.

"Good girl." He said as he carried on with his sweet torture. She shut her eyes tightly as her body rang with pleasure. Her breath faltered as his fingers wrapped around her throat slowly, he applied just the right amount of pressure as he continued to stretch her out mercilessly.

"Oh God."

She was so close, so close to tumbling over the edge, and he could tell.

"Don't you dare, Yalda." He warned. His tone has suddenly taken a dark turn which chilled her spine.

How could she possibly control herself at this point, her body was already trembling so much and he wasn't slowing down his pace at all.

"I...I can't help it." She almost cried.

"I assure you, Yalda, you will be sorry if you come without my permission." He said.

She shook her head.

"Please." She begged desperately. "Please."

"No, not yet."

He was so cruel, and she couldn't take anymore of his cruelty, she let go.