Ardent Thirst

Precious - Chapter - 2

Tonight I have a challenge at the fight club. So I left early. When I reached the underground location, crowds were already gathering. I got ready quickly. My opponent today is Matt. He has a good physique, he’s strong, but I’m stronger. I smirked once I saw him coming. He hates my guts, so I know he’s gonna try anything to win. But little does he know what I can do to him. I laughed silently.

Someone blew the whistle. He didn’t waste any time and started to attack me aggressively. I knew that, I knew his every fighting move. I think he doesn’t know mine. I like to play with my opponents first. Once they start getting tired, then I start attacking them. He was swinging punches, kicks, and so on, but I was dodging 99.9% of the time. One of his punches I couldn’t dodge and it landed in my stomach. A pain was waving in my entire stomach. Then I didn’t waste more time and I started punching him, HARD. He couldn’t dodge my attack. My punches were landing on his face, stomach, and hand everywhere. He couldn’t take it anymore and he was coughing a small amount of blood, his nose was bleeding and surely he’s gonna have a black eye shortly. I am feeling a little tired now. Once I won the bet, I just wanted to go home and rest. Ava was supposed to come and pick me up, and Jack was supposed to take my bike home. Ava came to see me after the fight, “Dude, you rocked his world today. I wonder how he’s ever gonna face you.” She laughed uncontrollably. A smile formed on my face. “Yeah yeah. Let the poor dude live in peace, lol”. Ava, “Okie dokie. Are you ready to go? I handed over your keys to Jack. He’s gonna ride your bike”.

I replied, “Let him go, and give me 5-7 minutes to freshen up. I’ll meet you at the parking spot”. She nodded and left.

After she left, I lifted my shirt and I saw the bruises on my stomach. “s**t, it’s gonna hurt in the morning”. Today they left an expensive and very tasty scotch in my room. This is my second glass and I’m actually enjoying it very much. I have to note down the name so that I can buy one myself later on. I got a good payment from the fight club, but for the last few fights, I saw the payment increase drastically. Which is good for me. I finished my scotch and freshened up. As I was about to step out of the room, I got hit by something. When I looked up to see what it was, I saw that man from the restaurant standing in front of me and I just got hit in his chest. His muscles were so strong that I felt it was something else. My jaw dropped. As I was about to swing a punch at him, he caught my hand and spun me around, and with his other hand, he held my other hand. Now I’m standing with crossed arms on my chest and my back is pressing his strong chest.

I can feel my cheeks burning again with the heat. My heart was pounding so loud that I was afraid he heard that. So to cover that up, I said, “What the f**k dude, what the hell do you want? And why are you following me again?”

There was a pin-drop silence in the room. I could feel his breath in my ears. Finally, he said in a very husky voice, “You didn’t want to come, so I came here to pick you up”.

“What the…”

His big hand covered my mouth as he picked me up by force. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape from his grip.

After a long time, I was scared. I got kidnapped again. As I was trying hard to fight him back, a sweat came down from my forehead. For the first time in a long time, I’m not sure what I should do. I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t escape, I was feeling helpless.

Moments later, he shoved me into his car’s front seat. As I was about to open the door to run, he pointed a gun at me, and said in a low growl, “Don’t even think about it. I hope you care enough about Ava and Jack. If you come with me quietly, I’ll spare their lives”. Just like that, he left me speechless and breathless. My eyes just widened. I couldn’t do anything but agree. He started the car and I was just sitting there and waiting for my life to end. I’m scared. I don’t get scared easily, but tonight I’m scared of my friends. I care about those idiots too much to let anything happen to them.

He’s driving the car for approximately 30 minutes now. I can only watch the street lights. After a few minutes, his car entered a big house. Not a mansion, but not a small house either. The porch is freshly trimmed, and a beautiful smell is coming from the garden. I was lost in my thoughts as he opened my side of the door and asked me to come out. I was too adamant to agree with him and just walked casually to his god-knows-what trap. So I didn’t move. Suddenly, he came closer and I stopped breathing. He was looking deeply into my eyes as he was coming forward and I was leaning backwards until I couldn’t move anymore. He opened my seatbelt and literally, with one swift, I landed on his shoulder. I mean come on dude, I know I’m smaller and lighter than you, but you need to respect my space. But here, who'll listen to me anyway? I couldn’t do much in his space, so I did what I could do best. I kept my mouth shut.

I saw that he was taking me inside that house, then to an office room. He made me sit on a chair, hold both of the handles and lean against me. As usual, I had no choice but to lean back, but couldn’t move much. He came closer to my lips, I could feel his warm breath on my lips but his eyes stayed on my eyes. He smirked and moved my ears much closer. I swear I felt his lips brush my earlobe for less than a second. Then he said in his husky voice, “Now see, it’s not difficult to be a good girl”. He stood up straight and went behind his desk. My heart is pounding like a b***h and, for unknown reasons, I'm getting goosebumps. Somehow, I didn’t feel irritated like before, but I had to keep my poker face on.

“Now that you’ve kidnapped me here by threatening my friends' lives, what do you want?”

He smirked, “Yesterday you came to my bar and beat some of my men. I would like to know why?”

My eyes widened more, “Oh, those punks are your men? I should’ve realized this morning. If the boss is like this, then how better will his men be?”

His eyes narrowed, “what do you mean?”

I relaxed in the chair and said, “Yesterday morning they came to the restaurant. While I was taking their orders, one of them grabbed my ass. I couldn’t do anything at the restaurant. So I asked my friend to track him down. I don’t like being touched by random bitches and that’s also without my permission.”

I inhaled softly and continued, “So once I got to their location I went to the bar and kicked their asses to the ground. Do you want me to say sorry or feel sorry?”

“I’m sorry, but not for beating their ass. I’m sorry because I don’t feel sorry for any of my actions”.

The entire room was filled with silence. The air is heavy around me, or maybe I feel that I can’t breathe properly. His presence in the room is too much for me to handle. He’s continuously studying me from the other end of the chair. I wonder if I could have the ability to read minds. That’d be awesome. But his eyes continuously slipped from my eyes to my lips, which made my eyes slip to his lips as well. God those lips are looking irresistible. WTF. Stop thinking this s**t, you shithead.

As he understood my thoughts, he finally cleared his throat and stood up. He came to me and said, “Come on, let me show you to your room”.

I was taken aback a little, “what? If the meeting is over, then I’d like to return to my own home please.” I said while standing up. He came closer to me, AGAIN, and said in his remarkably husky voice, “Don’t worry precious, you’ll go when I want you to go”. Just like that, as he turned around, I raised my voice and stormed at him, “Seriously dude? What is your problem? You wanted to have the meeting and, unfortunately, we had. Now you’re not letting me go? What? Do you wanna kill me and bury my body somewhere here now? Just because I beat your men? Listen, if men like that I see anywhere, I’ll beat them again. You understand?” I was full of rage. I didn’t notice that as I was yelling he was coming forward and I was going backwards, and now I’m standing in between him and the wall beside the main door. My breathing hitched once I understood my situation.

He placed both his hands on both sides and leaned back to my ears, “As I said before, you can go when I want you to go, Lily, already got the message that you’re not well. Your friends know that you have got some visitors and are working on a business proposal. So none is worrying sick about you as of now. If I’d planned to bury your body then I’d have done it this morning.” My breathing hitched once again. He finished his words but didn’t move. My heart was beating fast but somehow I could feel his heartbeat as our bodies is tightly pressed together. His breathing is heavy. He moved his head, looking at my lips and heaving. “Come on, let me show you your room”. He somehow pulled himself back and opened the door and, as a gentleman, asked me to go first.