My Musical Muse

Lena

Lena stared down at the pieces of her clothes scattered across the floor. She turned toward Adrian who was already fully dressed, his appearance completely put together while she stood there exposed and aching.

"You ruined my dress," she said, her voice shaking with raw disbelief. "What am I supposed to wear?"

Adrian barely glanced at her. He walked over to a storage cabinet in the corner of the booth, yanked out an oversized artist's shirt and a pair of baggy shorts and tossed them carelessly at her chest. Without a word, he turned on his heel and moved back out toward the main office.

"Dress up quickly and clear the mess," he threw over his shoulder, pointing a dismissive finger at the torn fabric on the ground.

Lena stared at the floor for a long moment, her heart pounding heavily against her ribs as Humiliation filled in her body, She forced herself into the oversized clothes and Looking down at the baggy fit, she looked completely like someone else

"Damn it!" she hissed, bending down to aggressively pick up the shattered buttons and shredded clothes. "I hate this dude," she muttered beneath her breath as she stepped out into the main office.

Adrian was already sitting behind his desk, looking as relaxed and unfazed as if absolutely nothing had happened.

"Here." He picked up the folder and slammed it down onto the desk right in front of her,

"Those are the corrections made to the s**t you wrote."

He didn't wait for her response. Standing up, he stormed out of the office, nearly colliding with Ethan in the doorway. He didn't apologize; he just kept moving, his heavy footsteps fading down the hall.

Lena picked up the folder, staring at the bold black ink of his corrections. Her fingers gripped the cardboard tightly. She turned to leave, her face turned to stone..

"Hey, hey, hey..." Ethan rushed into the room, stepping directly into her path. He looked between her oversized clothes and the door, completely bewildered. "Come on, man, what's going on?"

Lena didn't say a word. She slowly but firmly pushed him aside with her forearm and rushed past, her heart hammering. By the time she reached the main road, she caught sight of Adrian’s sports car driving away from the curb. she flagged down a cab, threw herself into the back seat, and told the driver to go.

***

"Hey, girl. Why are you looking like that? Did something eat your dress off?"

Maya’s voice hit her the second Lena stepped through the front door of the apartment. Lena didn't answer. She slammed the front door shut, marched past her roommate without a single look, and threw herself into her bedroom, slamming that door even harder.

Maya’s eyes widened in the living room, staring at the closed door in stunned silence. "Every day, one trouble..." she murmured to herself, shaking her head as she walked back into the kitchen. "Can't someone just come back from work excited for once?"

***

On his part, Adrian arrived back at his estate in a blur of restless sight. He tore through the front doors, nearly knocking over his house manager. He glared at the servant for a second, then turned around and stormed up the grand staircase.

He threw open his bedroom door and slammed it shut behind him, breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon. The silence of the room offered him no peace. Without even bothering to take off his shoes or change his clothes, he collapsed onto the mattress. His mind was a chaotic loop of Lena's voice and the heat of the booth, until exhaustion dragged him under into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

***

The next morning, Lena woke up before the sun. Her eyes were calm but fierce, stubborn fire kept her moving. She picked up the file she had spent the entire night re-writing. Something deep inside her kept repeating a single word: *Show him. Show him you are ten times better than he could ever dream of being.*

She packed the papers into her bag and walked out of the house,

When she arrived at the office, Adrian was already there, much earlier than usual. Lena walked straight to his desk and slammed the folder down right before him, pushing it hard against his keyboard.

Adrian flinched slightly at the sudden sound, his sharp eyes flashing up to lock onto hers immediately. He slowly picked up the file,staring at the clean and rewritten lyrics.

For a moment, he said absolutely nothing. Then, he stood up and walked toward the studio booth, leaving the door open behind him.

Lena hesitated for a second, then gave a sharp, definitive nod. She followed him in.

Adrian stepped up to the studio microphone, pulling the heavy headphones over his ears. When he sang, the melody came out in a completely different tone from the soft, aching rhythm Lena had used the day before,

Lena’s heart pounded heavily into her throat.

“The audacity of him”.

She stepped fully into the booth, grabbed her own studio microphone, and began to sing the same lyrics right back to him. Her voice came out soft but laced with a sharp, cutting edge. Adrian’s eyes darted to her, a devilish and mocking smile forcing onto his lips. Lena stared right back as a wicked, cold smirk playing on her own mouth.

Suddenly, she dropped the microphone. It hit the floor with a loud echoes…

Before Adrian could react, Lena lunged forward, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and violently pulling him toward her and dragging him out of the tight recording space into the wider studio.

Adrian’s eyes widened in genuine shock as she pinned his back against the wall. Before he could utter a word, her lips slammed fiercely onto his. She kissed him aggressively, her mouth bruising his with a desperate and a dominant hunger, her tongue brushing his mouth with ruthless intent. A low moan escaped Adrian’s throat.

Without giving him space to breathe, Lena gripped his shoulders and shoved him backward into the large leather chair. He groaned, staring up at her with a mixture of shock and rising heat.

She didn't stop. She reached down and ripped at his shirt, the buttons snapping and splashing across the hardwood floor like hell. Her fingers quickly slid his belt, unzipping his shorts and tearing them down his thighs.

Adrian’s thick c**k sprang free, rising aggressively in the cool air of the studio.

"Yeah, hold on. I'm coming," Lena whispered, her eyes locking onto the heavy, pulsing length of him.

She dropped to her knees, and Adrian let out a ragged moan, his fingers tangling in her hair. Lena wrapped her lips around the head of his c**k and sucked the absolute hell out of him, her tongue swirling around the tip with a fierce, punishing speed. Adrian’s hips twitched off the chair, his head tossing back as deep groans tore from his chest.

Before he could push himself over the edge, Lena stood up. She straddled his lap, guiding his heavy length directly beneath her aching c**t. She sank down slowly, letting her tight warmth swallow him inch by inch.

"Oh yeah..." Adrian gasped, his eyes half-closed, his lips parted as he breathed out a slow, trembling breath.

Lena began to move. She started with swift, but immediately accelerated the pace into a hard, relentless rhythm. Adrian’s hands gripped her hips, his palms slamming against her bare buttocks with loud, echoing slaps as she moaned against his neck.

"Come on, freak," Lena Taunted, leaning down to smirk wickedly right into his face. "Don’t get tired yet."

A dark wave of anger flared in Adrian’s eyes at her words. He gripped her waist with bruising force, flipped her body underneath him, and pinned her to the chair. He pushed her legs high over his shoulders and drove back into her hoarsely, his strokes fierce, deep, and punishingly fast.

"You're just a learner, you know that?" he growled, slamming into her tight heat over and over, his muscles shaking with the effort as Lena moaned heavily under the impact.

Adrian was mere seconds away from his extreme, his chest heaving as the tension coiled tight in his lower belly—when Lena suddenly used all her strength to shove him back. She slid out from under him and stood up completely.

Adrian’s eyes flew wide open, staring at her in disbelief. Lena calmly reached down, smoothed out the oversized clothes she was wearing, and looked down at him with a cold, victorious smile.

"That’s how we pay back, b***h," she said, her voice dropping to a deadly, quiet whisper. "I quit."

She picked up the rewritten files from the desk and flagged them through the air, letting the papers rain down over his naked, trembling body before turning on her heel and walking out of the office.

Adrian sat frozen, his eyes wide as he looked down at his heavy, aching c**k still throbbing and completely unfulfilled. He looked at his ruined, buttonless clothes scattered on the floor, then turned his gaze toward the empty doorway. He stood up slowly, his chest rising and falling and his heart pounding heavily. The initial shock quickly turned into a dark rage as he grabbed his torn clothes, pulling them on, He stormed out of the office, his heavy boots echoing like thunder in the corridor. He burst through the exit and threw himself into his car.

Twisting the ignition, the engine roared to life. He slammed his foot on the gas, pulling out just in time to see Lena entering into the back of a yellow cab further down the street.

Adrian’s face darkened completely as his eyes narrowing. He shifted into gear and slowly and silently accelerated, keeping a distance as he followed the cab down the road….