EIGHT
Done for the day, Yalda gathered up her belongings before making her way to Alexander's office to let him know that she was leaving. She opened the door and stepped into his space, his gaze flickering to hers immediately.
"I'm leaving now, sir. Will you be needing anything else?" she asked him.
They still hadn't said much to each other; she didn’t linger around him long enough to get him to talk to her, and she didn’t intend to linger right now either.
His gaze raked over her form lazily, and she found her breath faltering until he shook his head.
"Alright then. Enjoy the weekend," she said.
"You too," he replied, "Although I have a feeling I will be seeing you during the weekend."
What? She had assumed he would spend the weekend with his company. She hadn't planned to do much during the weekend, but the change of plans still caused a slight frown to crease her temple. He noticed.
"Did you have plans?" he asked her.
Her gaze darted around uncertainly as she thought of what to say. All the while, he watched her with those penetrating eyes of his. She nodded at last.
"Yes," she lied, "I have plans."
He leaned back into his seat and crossed one regal leg over the other.
"That's good," he said. "Just don't forget that I might be needing you."
Her throat clenched, and she probably should have nodded and walked away, but she couldn't stop herself from speaking.
"What for? I thought you would be having company over for the weekend," she said.
A sinister smirk curved his lips.
"Yes. But that's my business, Yalda. Don’t think about it," he replied, "All you have to do is come if I call for you, that's how it's always been. Don't start asking questions now."
Everything about him demeaned her so effortlessly, even when he wasn't being blunt or blatantly cruel. And again, a side of her loved it; relished every second of it, yet the other hated it and caused her heart to ache.
"Do you understand?" he asked her.
She nodded immediately.
"I do," she replied.
"Good. Enjoy the weekend, Ms. Harris," he said as he swiveled his seat lazily.
Saying nothing more, she turned around and walked out quickly in order to stop herself from brooding in his presence. Her heart was hammering against her chest heavily, and her blood was rushing through her veins furiously as she made her way out. Not much had changed even when she got to the garage.
"Evening, Ms. Harris," Carl greeted as he opened the door for her.
"Good evening, Carl," she replied quietly.
Just as she was about to get into the car, she caught sight of those infuriating eyes staring at her; Ryan Blackwood was also just about to get into his car. She couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes and getting into the car almost angrily.
She was glad Carl didn't ask where she was headed; he had obviously heard the conversation between herself and Alexander earlier today. She shut her eyes and leaned her head against the headrest to stop herself from even glancing at Ryan Blackwood mistakenly.
...
Yalda blew out an exasperated breath as she turned the TV off abruptly. She had been trying her best to watch a movie, but she had found herself struggling to stay focused; her mind kept harboring thoughts of Alexander, and her body kept craving his touch to the point that she was almost restless.
She had tossed and turned in her seat so many times that she was beginning to get riled up. She needed him; she needed her daily dose of his ruthlessness, she needed to feel his fingers around her throat, choking her ever so slightly. She shook her head at her own thought; she wasn’t that helpless. She could have fun without him, she could appease herself all on her own. She was a grown woman, after all.
She didn’t need to be fucked to feel complete.
Reaching out, she picked up her phone and typed a quick text message asking her acquaintances from college if they wanted to hang out. It was Friday night, after all; everyone took it upon themselves to have fun and relieve their stress on Friday nights. She waited for a couple of minutes before the first reply came in.
Shaylin:
Hey girl….
Haven’t heard from you in forever! I don’t want to think it’s all coming down to shit that’s why you wanna hang out. Anyways, I’d love to hang out, but I have a dinner date with my fiancé. Good hearing from you.
Laters!
Somehow, she wasn’t too disappointed that Shaylin had turned her down. Among all her acquaintances, Shaylin was the most infuriating; she knew absolutely nothing of boundaries and sugarcoating. She liked to pry and probe, and Yalda hated it so much.
Her phone pinged again, and another reply from another acquaintance came in. Like Shaylin, she also couldn’t make it. Deciding that she wasn’t going to sit around and wait for people to make her evening fun, she rose to her feet and determinedly made her way to her bedroom to get dressed. She was going clubbing tonight.
Yes, she had put a stop to partying and clubbing for some time now; she had wanted to be the grown and responsible woman she could respect. But push had turned to shove, and she was proving that old habits die hard.
Old habits…
The days after she had met Alexander had been really dark for her; she had been confused and she had had a lot of money on her hands, money she could have only drunkenly dreamed of, money she had had no idea what to do with. Her conscience had been sore, and she had cried a lot during those days as she realized that she had indeed made a whore out of herself.
She had clubbed, drank tons of beer, and had spent most of her days nursing hangovers. The possibility of getting out of those dark days had seemed rather bleak until Alexander had called her up one evening and inquired about her whereabouts; he had sent Carl to pick her up and take her to him.
And in his penthouse, she had sat and cried out all that bothered her.
“I’ll end up losing my mind,” she had cried.
And he had simply shaken his head.
“Not on my watch.”
And that had been it. He had been with her since then; he had been the guardian and anchor she had so desperately needed. But right now, he was pushing her, and it wouldn’t be long before she toppled over the edge.
Soon enough, she emerged in a wine-red, scandalous dress which hugged every inch and curve of her body; it propped her boobs up and made her look scandalously alluring. She had done a thing or two to her hair, and it appeared bouncier and with more volume, and like always, her makeup was subtle.
She liked the way her heels made her hips sway with every step she took, she liked how good the dress made her ass look, and she liked how good and daring she looked.
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