Mr. Imperfectionist

5 Sabil

To be honest I was completely turned on right now. The way he looked at me made my stomach ticklish. His eyes were so intense that even though I was afraid of him, at the same time I wanted to get grabbed into his masculine torso.

I shook off my thoughts. "Ummm.." I cleared my throat again. It was still scratchy from the sudden choking on wine. "Don't your wife keep you satisfied?"

He laughed softly. "Nothing as such. And it's a long story. For now, all you need to know is that I am used to this lifestyle. I enjoy it." He said blatantly. He was very unapologetic about the way he lived. Not that it was any of my business anyway.

There was another long silence as we sipped our wine.

"Would you like to see her?" He asked.

"Sure."

He showed me her picture in his cell phone.

"Her name is Maya." He said.

She was a goddess. Brown eyes, blond, tall and she had a V-shaped face. She was so beautiful that I felt like getting me a plastic surgery.

I shook my head and scoffed while looking at him. "You are totally insane." 

"What?" He creased his brows.

"Yes. Look at your wife. She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And you are here sitting with me. Why? I mean when you have such a gorgeous wife then why me or anyone else?" I blurted out furiously.

He leaned back on his chair, rested his elbow on the hand rest and curved is finger over his lip while looking at me like if it was hard for him to believe what I said. He then sighed and laughed once. "Don't underestimate yourself. You are incredible. Very different than my wife." He said.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" I asked sarcastically.

"Of course." He said and gulped down the last sip of his wine.

I rolled my eyes.

He paid the bill and we left. I could feel the s****l tension build up between us in the car. He sat so close to me that his leg touched my open thigh. It was hard not to think about all the s****l things I'd like him to do to me. His scent was driving me crazy. But I had decided I wasn't going to let him touch me. I was going to control myself and go back home without any regrets. I had never been with married men because that was against my principles. I wasn't going to let my guard down and let his incredible looks compel me to lose control. I kept looking out the window. I was trying to distract myself from all the s****l thoughts I was having in my mind about him. I could feel his gaze on me. I swallowed hard as it was really difficult not to soak my thong.

He entered the door of his bungalow first and I followed. As I stepped in, he pushed me abruptly against a wall that was near the door. I yelped and gasped in shock. He pinned both my hands above my head and forced his tongue roughly into my mouth. His lips were dominating mine. I moaned in his mouth in defence but he was brutally entangling his tongue with mine. All the while I was worried that the door was still open and one guard was standing near the main gate where his lawn ended. He might see us or the staff in the bungalow might see. Isla must be around. But he didn't seem to care about anyone. He bit my lower lip and I tried to scream but then he slid his tongue in my mouth again. I tried to move my hands from his tight hold but he was so freakishly strong. 

After a few minutes of kissing me like a ravenous animal, he slowly released my hands. But his face was still close to mine. I could feel my lips burn. It felt like my lips were swollen. We were both breathless. I could feel his warm breath against my lips. He didn't look at me. His eyes were locked on my lips. Before he could force me again, I tried to make an escape when he immediately held my hand. I tried to jerk my hand from his grip but he kept staring at me such intensity that for a moment I stopped fighting him and stared back. My heart was beating rapidly. He kept his gaze on me and firmed his grip. I felt my wrist burn under is fingers. I tried to pull my hand again but he didn't let go.

"Sabil you are hurting me," I said firmly.

He tightened his grip even more. I kept trying to jerk my hand out of his fingers but it only hurt me more.

"Sabil let go," I said irately, my eyes wide.

He continued staring at me with lustful eyes and then he slowly released my wrist. I turned on my heels and scurried up the stairs.

I went to the bedroom that was given to me and locked the door from inside so that he couldn't get in while I showered. I first looked at myself in the mirror to check my lips. There was no swelling. They looked perfectly fine but I could still feel the burn. The lipstick was all gone. There wasn't even the slightest stain around my lips. It was like I never wore lipstick tonight. I then took off my clothes and shoes and stood under the warm shower.

Sabil kissed me. It was definitely not a nice thing but I cannot deny how good it felt. I had never been kissed so firmly and brutally before. Sabil was not the type of person I wanted to fall for. He was a womanizer and he only to wanted to use me. But despite my constant efforts to fight my feelings for him, I was falling deeper and deeper for him. It was like I have no control over my heart anymore. Maybe it was just s****l. Maybe when I'm gone, my feelings will be gone too.

After the shower was done, I applied my cucumber moisturizer and changed into my night PJ's. My feet were hurting because of the heels.

As I got comfortable in the bed, there was a knock on the door. I staggered to my feet. Wearing 4-inch heels for more than three hours and then running up the stairs in them, got the best out of my toes. 'Fuck.' I cursed under my breath and opened the door.

Sabil stood there. His blazer was gone. His black sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his hands inside his trousers pockets.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

I left the door open and walked slowly towards the bed and glowered, "This is your house. Do you need permission?"

Sabil walked in and shut the door behind him.

"This is your room now and I have SOME manners at least." He said, a bit smug.

I sat on the bed and took the thick duvet over my legs to keep them warm in the cold room. I took my phone and started scrolling without really looking at anything. I just wanted to avoid him.

He sat near my legs and I felt his eyes on me. I kept scrolling and scrolling.

"Saanj." He called. I didn't look at him.

"You've got to start listening to me." He said calmly, but I could feel the disgust behind his calm tone.

"Or what?" I asked bitterly without looking up at him.

I heard him sigh. "I don't force women. That's not in my nature and I shouldn't have kissed you without your permission. I'm sorry. I don't know how I lost control with you. But I got a feeling that you wanted it too."

I scoffed at first and then laughed once. Still not looking at him.

"Saanj, if you don't look at me, I'm not getting you your ticket." 

I looked at him from under my lashes and frowned. "I thought you said you don't force women."

"In bed." He added.

"That's not fair. You cant hold me hostage." My voice was acid. I sat up straight in bed and scowled at him.

"I know but I will. You are ignoring me and it is driving me insane." He said. His face was calm.

"Sabil. I just want to go home okay?"

He nodded. "You will. But only if you obey. Don't ignore what I say."

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm serious." He narrowed his eyes. "I can keep you here with me as long as I want but I don't want to do that. Saanj, I've never wanted anyone so much. I spend one night with women and then I don't even call them again. I've always only had one night stands. No one has ever come to this bungalow before except my wife. I take the other women to my farmhouse and spend one night with them. No strings attached. After that, Adios." 

I couldn't help but stare at him with disgust. He noticed my expression and his face was suddenly calm again.