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He had exhausted her completely; he had worked her till she was completely broken, till she had begged him, and he felt good. Alexander had known for a long time that he had a lot of problems, a lot of sadistic tendencies, but not to such extents. He didn’t want to think too much of it, after all, he had been frustrated for some days now, he had been overwhelmed with everything and he had been unable to vent in the method that always worked for him, perhaps finally being able to do that was what caused him to be that way.

Of course, it had been clear that she would be needing a change of clothes, not just her, he also had needed a change of clothes and a bath; his sleeves had faint patches of her blood and tears, and everything sinful. He had shrugged on his coat to conceal them before heading to the penthouse.

It wasn’t long before he had showered, changed, and selected another outfit for Yalda. Knowing it would be suspicious if Yalda changed her outfit when he had also changed and returned with a paper bag, he had opted for an outfit that looked very similar to what he had on before. He had even gone as far as leaving the paper bag with Carl and asking him to give it to the security guards saying it was a delivery for him.

Not that he cared much about what people would think of him, but he was beginning to realize that Yalda was bothered by the rumors that said she had gotten to her position because she was his whore. The least he could do for her was to not subject her to further gossips.

He had returned to find her exactly where he had left her, she was still fast asleep; her glossy hair was still spread out on the grey throw pillow, her temple was still creased in a slight frown, and her lips were still swollen from his punishing kisses. But she seemed more relaxed now and her breathing was even.

He decided to return to his desk and get some work done. But there was truly no way he could work knowing she was exhaustedly lying there because he had let his sadistic side completely take control.

Knowing he wouldn’t be getting any work done, he set his MacBook aside and leaned back into his seat resignedly. He let his head lean against the headrest and his eyes fluttered close as memories of his past came drifting back as always. He tried pushing them away, as though he hadn’t done that countless times and failed, and his eyes snapped open on recalling the crackling sound of gunshots.
Shaking his head, he reached for his MacBook; he needed to distract himself from his thoughts.

…..

Yalda woke up to the sound of Alexander’s voice, she couldn’t make sense of what he was saying for a moment, she just lay there as she blinked a couple of times to clear her sleepy eyes. She realized that he was on a call, he wasn’t speaking loudly but his voice had somehow woken her up.

Her gaze flickered around and she found him seated at his desk, his gaze was settled on the screen of his MacBook, he seemed a bit irritated from the slight frown that creased his temple, it was nothing new though; he was always irritated about one thing or another.

She pushed the duvet off her legs before pulling herself upright. It was only then that his gaze flickered to hers, she was sure but it seemed as though his eyes softened a little.

“I’ll call you back.” He said before lowering the phone from his ear, he set it aside before he spoke again. “How are you feeling?”

How was she feeling? She was feeling rather rested and lazy, she would have gone back to sleep if she had the chance to, however, she was at the office and she couldn’t lie around as doing nothing.

“Sleepy.” She replied.

He glanced at his watch before his gaze returned to hers.

“And hungry? It’s past lunch time.” He pointed out.

She realized she was actually hungry. She nodded.

He gestured at the paper bag standing on the table in front of her.

“Your clothes.”

She nodded.

“Thank you.” She replied as she reached out and picked up the paper bag, she glanced in briefly and she was actually glad he picked a similar outfit to what she had on. She needed a bath though, she was sweaty and she felt almost sticky, or was it slimy?

Blowing out a breath, she stood up and stretched her spent limbs before she began heading towards the bathroom. A frown creased her temple as she realized she was still sore from his torture. He watched her, watched her every step, her every move; there was a bit of tension between them, and unspoken one. She didn’t want to think about all that had happened, she didn’t want to think at all.

“You can head back home after having lunch.” He said to her as she reached out to open the door to the bathroom.

She nodded. She was glad he had mentioned it.

“I will, thank you.” She replied.

And with that, she opened the door and stepped in quietly.


She hadn't intended to spend much time in the bathroom, but on feeling the warm water against her skin, she had shut her eyes and simply let it wash away the exhaustion and heaviness that plagued her.

She had no idea how she was going to dey her hair quickly, but she didn't care at the moment, she simply let the water do it's thing.

Her mind drifted back to how thoroughly Alexander had fucked her, how firmly he had held her hip, how passionately he had kissed her while she struggled for breath. She knew she had no reason to complain or feel bad about how it had ended, after all, he had told her he would treat her as though he cares nothing about her.

Yet here she was, standing underneath the shower, staring down at the red marks on her hip and thighs, wondering what satisfaction he got from constantly torturing her. The water was warm but she felt cold from recalling the darkness that had been in his eyes, the menacing glint in them.

Realizing that she was taking too much time, she turned the shower off, squeezed the water out of her hair and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around herself before vigorously running another through her wet hair to dry it.

She eventually stepped out of the bathroom; she had changed into the fresh set of clothes and she had pulled her hair back in a sleek bun so it didn't appear very wet. Her gaze flickered to Alexander's gaze as she closed the door behind her, she found he was already looking at her.

"You look better." He said.

She nodded. She felt better too, physically, however, she wasn't sure how she felt emotionally.

"I am better, thank you." She replied.

Well, there was progress, they were talking civilly to each other.

He nodded.

"I ordered you some lunch while you were in the shower, it should be here anytime soon." He told her as she made her way back to the sofa to get her heels.

She nodded once more. She put her heels back on before straightening up and smoothening out the nonexistent creases on her skirt.

"Thank you." She said as she turned to face him. "I'll be at my desk."

She needed to apply some make up so she didn't appear like she had been totally fucked.

"Wait." He said when she got to the door.

Her hand remained on the handle of the door but her head whipped around to face him. Her gaze met his grey orbs and she couldn't tell what he was thinking. Like her, he was aware of the tension between them.

"Yes?" She asked him.

"Will you go to the penthouse?" He asked her.

She shook her head immediately.

"I won't lay a finger on you if you don't want me to." He assauged her concerns. "I don't want you to be alone."

Had she been worried about being fucked again? She was exhausted, yes, but if he did want her moaning underneath him, she'd comply immediately.

"I'll be fine on my own. And Loki's back at my place." She told him.

She just needed her space right now, she needed to be alone.

"Will you be alright?" He asked her.

She nodded.

The fact that he was asking made her even more uncertain about how she felt.

He stared at her for a moment before he nodded, he conceded.

"Alright then." He said.

Saying nothing more, she opened the door and walked out.