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5. That Red Top

“What about you?” The question left my lips without even going through the security of my mind.

Her arresting eyes jerks up at me and I suddenly forget all the algorithms of coding.

“What about me?” Blood rushes on to her face and her bitten lips part a little in eagerness.

I feel an odd tightness in my chest and instantly regret asking her that question.

“How did you end up here?” So I ask her the second curious question which passes my mind’s security systems.

“I was at the publication house and somehow stumbled here.” Her slender fingers push a lock behind her dainty ear and I think I just developed an ear fetish.

My fingers itch to touch her delicate ears- Wait.. What did she say?

“You are into journalism? I thought you were a student of Engineering and Computer Science.” I ask her with a confused face and tone.

“Yeah. I mean no.” Emara shakes her head in confusion and some part of me finds it adorable. Like a kitten.

“I wanted money for my final semester project, so I was at the Pegasus Publications to publish my book that I have been writing for some time. But their interviewer had diarrhea, so the editor asked me to take this interview and later sign me as an author so I can get my book published.”

“You write books?” My brows uplift in surprise.

“What kind of?” Curiosity drips from my mouth like saliva, but I don’t care.

I want to know what goes inside her mind. How she looks at the world and how deep her imaginations are.

I want to know every little thought about her.

Her best and worst.

Emara flutters again. Her lip slides in between her teeth and she looks at me sheepishly, saying, “It’s not your cup of tea.”

Not my cup of tea? Sweetheart, you don’t even know in front of whom you are sitting!

“And what made you think, Emara?” I ask her, leaning at a predatory speed.

“Without even knowing what I drink.” I whisper, looking at her crimson cheeks which tone with her red shirt.

This girl does not know how to hide her blush.

“I just thought it’s not your forte. You seem like a logical man, who is into technical stuff and probably reads motivational..”

I couldn’t help but notice the first two unbuttons of her red shirt, which hug her plum breast as she takes deep breaths.

Any man would be lucky to get a view like that daily.

“Get to the point.” I almost snarl at her impatiently. The thought of someone putting eyes on my price, piss me off instantly.

“You won’t like my romance novel.” Emara blabs in a breath.

My eyebrow inches up in surprise. And suddenly, romance becomes my area of interest.

“Tell me.. What is your novel about?” I let my legs straighten as I comfortably sit back to hear about her creative work.

“It’s nothing interesting.” Emara lowers her eyes and a howl of ardent passes through my chest as I find her actions submissive.

Fuck!

The dark side of me wants to see her on her knees, in only her red shirt.

And that idea fascinates my beast as he howls in accord.

“I’ll decide that.” I tell her, controlling my every nerve.

“It’s a fictional story of a different world, which is ruled by werewolves and their leader is a bit crazy for a girl. And he wants to have her at any cost.”

“Wolves?” I jerk out of my fantasy as I hear that word.

A word that is deep rooted in me since I decided I won’t be a loser.

Alpha. The leader of wolves.

I earned that name with my blood and bones. And if she wrote something related to wolves, a part of me..

Then I want to read it anyhow.

“I-I believe I have covered all the questions. Only one is left.” Emara flutter pages by pages, changing the subject.

I observe her as she hurries up to wind up this interview, and it pisses me even more, the way she is trying to run away.

“Being an epitome of rag to riches. What do you miss the most from your simple life?” Emara reads the last question from the book and keeps her head low, hiding from my prying eyes.

I catch a glimpse of her rosy cheeks and something passes through my body, like a current. And suddenly, my beast wants to know how red she gets from other parts of her body.

Or.. how red she can get!

“Violence.”

She yanks her gaze at me in absolute shock as if she couldn’t believe. I myself couldn’t believe I said that.

But it’s not like I am on recording and for once I want to be myself.

“I miss the underground fights I was part of. There was something deeply satisfying to hear the crunch of breaking bones, and watch their ego shatter with my every punch till nothing is left in them, other than blood and bones. It felt so good to hurt those motherfuckers, especially knowing I was the cause. That power over another person’s life, even for a minute or two. I miss that thrill. No drug or woman could ever come close to that adrenaline rush I felt in the ring.”

I say the absolute truth. Fights were the best way to release my bestial energy, which I find it hard to discharge now.

If I get a chance to beat someone to splitting bones or win a Rolls Royce. I would choose the Rolls Royce.

Being a public figure, I can’t fight now.

Not good for reputation.

Not good for shares.

  • Buzz *

I check my watch as a notification for the project meeting pops in. The AI project I was working on since the past eighteen months has finally come down to testing.

Great! But I am not in my great mind right now.

I look up and watch Emara collect her things hastily, wanting to leave as if I’ll eat her right away if she didn’t.

Or maybe I will.

“Thank you for your time, Mr. Black. It was nice seeing you.” She tells me after standing up.

I follow her actions and nod at her before showing the door. I just want her to be gone.

Since she walked in, I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than her face and those bitten lips.

And that red top. Someone whispered from within.

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