Cold floor

When staring into her living room got boring and her thoughts turned too depressing, she got up from the floor and walked upstairs to her room.

She unlocked the wooden-colored door of her room to enter into an impersonal baby purple room. As she entered and locked her room, a hand grabbed her waist and another over her mouth. She shouted in his mouth, elbowed him only resulting in him tightening his grip. He pulled her close to him and she could feel the warmth of his body through her clothes. She could feel the hard ridges of his body behind her back.

Somehow, no terrified thought crossed her head, instead she felt calm. His touch was soothing. She knew this person, she felt comfortable. She looked down at his hands.

“Vansh! Fucking Vansh!” she mumbled in his palm and then bit him, hard.

She pushed him away and as he groaned, reached for the door to unlock and get the fuck out of here. She did not want to talk to him. She did not trust herself with him. She did not want get down on the knees and take him in her mouth when he had me arrested. But if she stayed here, she would. She would definitely do that.

Her pussy listens to him more than it listens to her, the owner, the pussy lord. She had to get out of here.

Alas, her escape didn’t succeed. He brought her towards him with a harsh pull on her hand and before she could do anything, covered her mouth with his hands.

“I love your voice, but I need silence right now” he said as he pulled her closer to him, her soft breasts pressing into his chest, his dick pressing onto her belly, so close he could hear her breaths. She bit him again, but he didn’t flinch.

“You can’t use the same tactic again” he smirked down at her and then in a gentle voice said, “I don’t want to force you by holding you like this, will you please just listen? Just listen to me and I’ll go away”

She nodded and he slowly pulled his hand away. She moved back from him, adding some much needed distance.

“Because threatening to either listen or get manhandled is not forcing. Wonderful” she mumbled.

“I’m not here to argue” he said.

“Right, you are here to force me” she replied.

“Don’t make it sound like I’m going to force myself on you, I’m not”

“Are you not? What then will you do if I don’t listen to you? You are in my room, you are threatening me to listen to you or you’ll hold me against my will. How long do you think will you just hold me until you start threatening me with something else?

Maybe you’ll hit me or maybe you’ll simply fuck me. Tell me, I’m curious and afraid too but more curious.

Like I’m just a horny girl, right? Spanks arouse me, maybe a slap won’t be any different and you know me, I’m always down to fuck. So what if my mouth is saying no, my pussy is saying yes, right? Doesn’t matter, does it?

So tell me, what will you do? Will it be a slap or will you rape?” she asked, as innocent as if she were

“Shreya, please” he begged.

“Fine, speak” she shrugged.

“I know you think that I filed a case against you, but I didn’t, I promise. I didn’t even know about it”

“But of course, you own the company and the company filed the case. Not you, never you” she sarcastically responded.

“I’m serious, I did not file the case” he repeated.

“Then you won’t have any problem taking it back, will you? It’s your company” she asked, crossing her arms.

“I.. I can’t” he stumbled.

“Aha, so you didn’t file the case but you do want to see me punished? Is that it? Oh, how silly of me to forget you love giving punishments, especially behind my back and on my ass”

“Shreya, please understand. I want to but..but…I can’t” he insisted.

“You know what? I don’t care. You did what you did but my mom will save me so you know, you can get lost” she remarked and turned around to leave.

“You said you’d listen. Listen, a minute, that’s all” he pleaded and grabbed at her hand.

Her eyes snapped to his hand and pushing it way, said, in a low voice, “Do not fucking touch me”

“I’m sorry” he raised his hands.

“A minute.” She looked down at her wrist to see the time, only then realising she doesn’t wear a watch. Gulping down her embarrassment, she pretended to look as confident and savvy she could, and said, “Start”

“Mehta Corporations filed a case against you because a very important document is missing, and they suspect it’s you because you went MIA. But I didn’t approve of it, I didn’t even know about it until this morning. The board of directors filed this case and I can’t do shit about it because they are not ready to listen. Also, people would start gossiping about me if I did anything to save you, there are already some who talk about it and I can’t be the oil to their fire.” he said and took a deep breath in.

“Are you embarrassed of me?” she asked, but before he could answer, she added, “Never mind, don’t answer”

“I just.. Shreya, do you have the documents? If you just return them all the problems would be solved” he said, trying to add a smile at the end.

“Get out!” she shouted.

“Get the hell out” she repeated, and gave a hard push to his chest that sent him flying to the ground. She turned to her bathroom and locked herself in.

“Shreya! Shreya!” he banged on her door but she simply turned on the water to drown out his words and stood under the flow of the water.

’Of course. Of course he would think that. He doesn’t trust me but has the audacity to break up with me because I, apparently, don’t trust him.

Oh, fool, such a fool I am. I thought he loved me, fuck, I thought he respected me, but look at how low he thinks of me. He accuses me of stealing a document, what the fuck would I even do with that? I think he forgot he was the one who asked me to work for him. I didn’t ask him to come, it was vice versa.

How dare he make such a big fool out of me?

Like, I really believed that he broke up with me because I didn’t trust him. Excuses! Excuses!

He was simply embarrassed of me, I know that now but the bigger problem is, I can’t even blame him for that. Being in a relationship with someone who has nothing going on for her must be embarrassing, especially for the CEO of a huge company. I don’t have friends, I don’t have talent, I don’t have brain, and the only reason I’m even working is because I spread my legs. Oh, I forgot, I’m a slut too; I let a stranger who was recording me fuck me. Who does that?

If the roles were reversed, I would be embarrassed. I wouldn’t want anybody to know about me as well. Guess, I can’t hold it against him but I can, definitely, hold this against my dumb self.

After all, it was my fault. I have one good thing about me, one single good thing that I look good but instead of using it to my advantage, I sold it for a little bit of attention. I just think if I had held it out and made him work for it, maybe he’d have stayed longer, you know? Not because I’m funny or great or anything, just for a taste of me.

His lust could’ve been my power, but I chose love.

They always said ‘love hurts’, I guess that’s true. I never cared for anyone’s opinion half as much as his opinion hurts me.

But you know what hurts more? Maybe it never was love, it was just lust that I thought was love. Because now that I look back, there are many, many fuck sessions but rarely any cute, happy, lovey-dovey moments.

Everything we did, it led to sex.

Everything.

Was I just a fuck doll, who you occasionally compliment?’ she thought.

Then the tears started. Under the shower, the tears weren’t visible but she could feel the warmth that rolled down her cheeks, she could feel the hurt in her heart, she could feel her breathing getting heavy and she could feel herself drown in the pain.

She loved the oceans, the up and downs of their waves but an ocean of pain was not the one she sought for.

She felt sick and used, but most of all, she felt dumb. If she had stayed in her lane, she would never have been hurt. He was out of her range, she knew that but she over-estimated herself.

‘Not everybody likes a trophy wife. Some people want individuals they can love and enjoy. Lust can’t fulfill everything, and maybe that’s why I’ll always be incomplete’ she thought as she slid down the floor and cried.

She cried until all the water left her body.

She cried until she was dry and exhausted.

She cried until she couldn’t feel the wet of her clothes and the cold of the water.

She cried until she fell asleep in the cold of the water, on the cold bathroom floor with the sound of water spraying over her and a faraway voice calling for her.