The Dirty Deals

I descended the stairs looking out for someone but it was pretty late and all the helps had gone back to the staff quarter in the backyard of the mansion. I huffed annoyingly and went inside the kitchen without switching the lights on. I just needed a bottle of chilled water from the fridge. I would have made myself a drink otherwise but right now it was only chilled water that could calm my raging senses. I switched my phone on for the nth time to check if there was a call or a message from them but no these morons loved to test my patience. I felt a heavy air behind me and turned back with a jerk. "They won't call...in fact they are not in a condition to..", his sudden voice was enough to run shivers down my body. I so knew who he was but still prayed to it be a day dream I mean the day dream of the nights at that hour. I couldn't see his face just his contour was visible vaguely. In a swift move he came forward and took the phone away from my hand and put it on holding up adjacent to his face for me to admire his angelically devilish face. "I thought you were a little smart...at least as smart as your height but you disappoint me Nandini...very...those goons...bad move...very bad move", his face swayed close to mine pretty dangerously. "I don't know what you are talking about", the best excuse now was ignorance. I wasn't afraid of him though but it was kind of embarrassing to get caught. I quickly turned back to open the fridge and pull out a bottle of water and sipped in twice. "Never mind I am always there to explain", he dropped the phone on the floor and grabbed my hand and scooped me over his shoulders before I knew and could protest. "Xavier leave me I said", I squealed on his back hitting him with the bottle in my hand while he quickened his pace and took the same stairs up to my room. Yes that was the place where he explained me everything like literally. He was rough on me all the time not that I expected him to be soft. I hated people who were soft, not tough be it physically or mentally but again that didn't mean anywhere that I loved him, love was an alien word to me. He threw me on the bed the moment we entered our room, I mean my room that was forcefully occupied by him as well. I breathed heavily slouching on the bed and he looked at me with detest in his eyes. I saw his face properly under the light now; the angelic face was disfigured a little. He had a deep cut on his forehead, his jaw was swollen and the back of his hand was bleeding. Of course all thanks to me and I didn't regret one bit of it. I wanted him on his knees but those morons were just capable of giving him some light bruises. He stepped closer unbuttoning his shirt, "You are never going to mend your ways right...petty girl petty plans...I am so sorry to spoil them every single time", he swayed in front of me moving his face closer, "Go and get first aid", he directed me shamelessly. Shameless because he wanted to be healed by the person he was hurt apparently. I glared back at him with equal vigor without making the slightest attempt to move out of his markings. Even he knew he couldn't scare me with his proximity, we were beyond that stage already. "Go!!!", he yelled at my face somewhat startling me. I pushed him aside to get up and got the first aid box from the cabinet. He sat up on the bed preparing to be treated by me. I dipped the lotion on the cotton without breaking his gaze on me. No matter how much I hated him he always made me conscious. I made sure I looked good and smelled good around him and he never had to work on these things. I loathed admitting but he was desirable. I stood in front of him cleaning the wounds and made sure he hissed a little more extra as I dabbed the cotton hard over his wound while his tip toed on the garment over the belly gliding up and down. "Can you just stay still", I reprimanded him as his head swayed with his fingers now. He looked at me for a moment and grabbed my butt and pulled me with a jerk and I fell on his lap. "Now you can do it comfortably", he said in a husky voice tugging my hair strands behind my ear. Our faces were inches apart, well I had experienced such proximity with him horizontally but vertically it was rare. Our eyes never left each other while my hands continued treating him. He moved his hand up to show the cut there. I dipped the cotton again and cleaned the wound on his hand, he hissed in pain and just out of reflex I blew air onto it. A chuckle escaped his lips and I closed my eyes in irritation. "She is the one to hurt and she is the one to heal, She is my Devil and I Am her King" he enacted the cheesy dialogue like a 70's actor in the most B grade manner and smirked at his acting finesse. "Done", I declared and tried to get up only to be stopped by him again. "What about this one?", he swiftly pulled his half open shirt apart to expose a cut right above his chest. My eyes widened at the mere look of it, the blood had clotted but the cut was deep. It was most definitely a scratch by a knife. I swore on those asses in my mind. Fine I had hired them to beat him but not like this. I mean I wanted to hurt him but not like this. Damn!! I myself didn't know how I wanted to hurt him. My hands trembled lightly as I brushed the cotton ever so slightly over it. I was so focused in doing that I missed out that he was gawking at me without a blink. I was anticipating the obvious and he didn't make me wait much. His head tilted in an angle and claimed my lips in a whisk. He sucked them pulling my all into him. He chose his injured hand to anchor my head and rest his lips were quite capable. I was always confused while responding to him, he started I waited and by the time I tried to start he went wild without giving me much room for contribution. He led me more and now he was comfortably over me. I was still clasping the cotton tight knowing very well it won't serve any use now. I pushed my tongue onto his lip and he knew I needed air. We understood each other really well at least in this. He left my mouth and glided down to my neck and throat almost in an attacking mode. His hands were fiddling with the laces of my gown. I closed my eyes to drive in strength. Such encounters were too pleasurable to be blocked in between but I had to because may be a while later I wouldn't be able to stop him even if I wanted to. "No wait...I cant", I pushed him off me and he harbored by my side with a tough look in his eyes. I tried to sit up and brush my dress properly. "Your husband won't be very keen to know this right", he warned me and I gave him an angry scowl. I was sick of his threats but on second thoughts it was my mess and I had to clean it. "Listen I am down today" "Yes that is what I was trying to do...get you down", he again crawled to me. "I mean..I am down with periods so...", I clarified He grunted loudly, "Liar!!" "You wanna check", I dared him and he took a moment and eyed the movement of my legs. He had studied me enough to know my postures when I was fine and when not. He nodded his head on his missed chance and thumped back on the bed. He slept off in no time as I saw his breaths getting even, a perfect opportunity to kill him maybe by pressing the pillow over his face but that's not going to help me either. I needed him to sleep. Apparently the only reason I let this jerk sleep by my side, I could sleep well without being haunted. I checked him again if he was asleep and quietly lied by his side and took his hand and placed on me lightly and closed my eyes for the night.