How to love?
1146 Words
The debate ended.
Forcefully, idiotically and amazingly.
But, period.
It ended. It took Damien a half an hour to tell her that his kids won’t be affected, and another half, to tell her to leave the topic of mistress. He scolded himself internally, that how did the mistress word come to his lips. And if, she was not having an idea of what it is. She would have run for the hill.
He woke up, as the first ray of light made its way to his face. The dark coffee, as usual, was placed on the side table. He stood up and ties his robe as usually, loses. Took the jug of a cup in his hands and stood beside the window, welcoming the morning.
He smiled remembering the light glimpse of his dream. He dreamt of Donna nakedly tied up on his bed and whimpering not to touch her. He laughed profusely as in the dream he is also a devil; he did not pay heed to her words and ravished her to his heart consent.
The evidence of the dream is still in his lower half. He sipped his drug. The sudden dirt from the window came, making him choke on his coffee.
Who the f**k is on the rooftop and what the hell in the world his trying to do? he thought. He placed the cup and went outside to see the foolish of a person.
His eyes followed from the leg to her blossoms. He looked at the guards who gathered, they were also looking at her.
He saw them with the murdering eyes and they knew that they are fired. A maid, precisely the headmistress came running.
“Sir, she asked for clothes and direction to work,” she said in a cut-off voice.
“So, you told the rooftop” he growled at her.
Never the less, even if she has told her, she should not have done the stupid task.
“No, no sir” the maid’s breathing were low, “I told her that we have done the cleaning on the floor”.
The maid knew better. She knew that his master has interest in this lady. In the morning, when Donna came up to her, in a loosed shirt of her master; she thought of her like a w***e. Then she asked cloths to work. She not wanting to displease the guest she immediately provided the things she asked for. As she took the broom, she knew she did not know how to use. Thinking of an overly pampered girl, she told her to leave. But hearing her response made her shut.
“I am your helper. Tell me anytime you need my helping. I do not know how to do this but I will manage in a day or so” she said and bowed to her, “I will be in your care”.
The maid did not know that cleaning up will be the rooftop of the house.
Damien screeched his legs. This woman is really something.
“Donna” he yelled,
Donna looked down at him. She happily waved and then stopped. She immediately tries to face him and asked, “Yes sir”.
Sir, my foot, he thought.
“Come down at once” he growled.
She gulped seeing him angry, what wrong I did. Did I not clean the roof properly?
She came down step by step to the top floor itself. Damien ran up to her to the top floor. The maids and her head can notice how their master is reacting. He never bought any girl home and never ever showed his emotions but now the fear, which is unknown for the person, was visible in his eyes.
Damien on reaching the top floor lashed out on her, “What were you doing here? Are you insane or what? Did you not know, it is so dangerous?”
His was so angry for the carelessness, she had shown and he cannot even her eyes.
Her eyes got wet by hearing his angry voice. She did not know that he will be so angry.
“But I was supposed to clean,” she said in a non-audible voice.
He looked over her, and grumbled, “That was not it”.
Looking at her flinching, he took a breather, “This not your job”.
Not my job?! She lowered her eyes. That means she is rejected. Not approved. It hurt her, she was somehow attached to this person who helped her in her need and did not want to leave him. But this gives no choice to her, “That means I am leaving?” she asked.
He looked in her eyes, “Like hell you are”,
“Come with me. I will tell you what to do” he said while gritting his teeth, “Exactly”.
He put her little waist on his shoulder and smacked her bumps.
She yelped but said nothing she knew, when one make mistake, they got smacked.
Putting her on his bed, he raked down her body, from top to bottom.
The clothes.
He did not like how her body is hidden from his eyes. Moreover, it was not his clothes, she was in. He wanted her to be in his clothes and under his smell.
He threw her wearing clothes. Lust got pour in his eyes, looking at her naked body. Her breasts, waist and lower region were inviting him with a bold look. As like, challenging his authority to touch. He moved his hand to her arms and caressing them down to her hands. He looked over her eyes to see the effect but she was straight looking at her. He put his hand on his forehead and brought him his shirt.
The pain in the head!
She took the shirt. Luckily, again white. So, he did not like my clothes, or maybe how I have worn it. It is a real problem with cloths. I don’t know how they go, thanks to the angels of Unix, that he gave me his shirt. It is more good and comfortable. She wore and sat comfortably. She remembered that he was going to tell her the job exactly.
After some time passed, she asked him, “What I need to do?”, while playing with the buttons.
Bend over and let me f**k you, he thought to say, while his head is throbbing in the pain.
He relaxed and takes the situation into consideration. He knew one thing for sure; he needs her in front of his eyes, every then and now. He also comes to the conclusion that he will not take any more headaches and teaches her, how to love.
“You need to..”.
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