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FIVE

After having spent two hours in the conference room, the meeting had finally been concluded and Yalda had quietly returned to her desk to get her things before leaving. Alexander had stayed back to exchange pleasantries with Maya and he probably hadn’t even noticed her absence.

Her throat clenched as she gathered up her things; she hated the fact that she had to leave while Maya lurked around. A part of her so desperately wanted to stay, the strong-willed and almost stubborn part of her. But on recalling what Alexander had said in the elevator, she decided to let that side of her take the backseat.

She didn’t want her limits pushed any more than they were already being pushed; heavens knew she was barely holding on. At times she would sit and wonder if Alexander hated her, she’d wonder if he was angry at her for some reason. He was the cruelest and most heartless person she had come across, his ability to break, mend, and break her again made her aware of just how helpless she was against him.

But yet, she was obsessed with him, she was addicted to his cruelty; she needed him in her life like an anchor.

She dragged in a deep breath to calm herself as she stepped into the elevator. Today had been emotionally trying for her, perhaps she indeed needed to rest; she needed to get some sleep and forget all that plagued her. Perhaps she’d feel better when she woke up.

The elevator soon came to a halt and the doors opened smoothly. For some reason, her heart fell to the pit of her stomach as her gaze met a pair of striking grey eyes. She stared at him wordlessly as her heart thumped against her chest heavily.

“Leaving so soon, Ms. Harris?” He asked her simply, as though he hadn’t been the one who had ordered her to leave once the meeting was concluded.

Nonetheless, she nodded.

“Good,” He said.

She could feel eyes watching. She could tell that everyone was anxiously waiting for them to give away the slightest hint of whatever it was that was going on between them.

Saying nothing more, he stepped aside and gestured for her to pass through like the perfect gentleman. Not that he wasn’t, as a matter of fact, he was chivalry personified when he wasn’t deliberately being cruel to her. He was always holding doors open for her, never letting her carry heavy stuff in his presence, always ensuring she had a place to seat. It seemed that was his default setting.

It was a sharp contrast to making her go on her knees and beg for her stirred body to be pacified. A stark contrast to watching her cry from his humiliation.

"Thank you," she said quietly as she walked past him.

She made her way out of the building to the garage where Alexander’s driver was already waiting for her by the car.

"Evening, Ms. Harris," he greeted as he opened the door for her.

"Good evening, Carl," she replied as she slid into the car smoothly. "Thank you."

Carl’s professionalism amazed her, he had known her right from the day she had agreed to be Alexander’s whore; he had been the one who had dropped her off at her dorm room. He knew the unchaste relationship that existed between herself and Alexander, he probably judged them but he never for once gave anything away.

Perhaps he had also signed a non-disclosure agreement with Alexander, or perhaps he valued his pay more than gossips. She still recalled how alarmed she had been the first time Alexander had attempted to make out with her in the car, she had reminded him that Carl was right there but he had simply disregarded what she had said.

"Shall I drop you off at your apartment?" he asked her as he got into the car.

She shook her head.

"No. The penthouse," she replied.

"Alright," he replied simply as he started the ignition.

Yalda woke up to the sound of her alarm ringing softly from her nightstand. She reached out and tapped around blindly before finally turning the sound off. She had set the alarm to go off in four hours’ time before going to sleep, and now that she was awake she felt quite rested and refreshed.

She pushed the covers off herself before climbing out of bed and sliding her feet into a waiting pair of flip-flops. She made her way out of her room and headed to the kitchen to get something to eat since it was highly unlikely for Alexander to be around; he was probably out having dinner with one of his many ladies or he was still at the office tending to business.

She flicked on the lights on getting to the kitchen, and after a few minutes of moving around, she settled at the island with a bowl of noodles and a glass of water. She lazily scrolled through her phone as she had her dinner; she was almost used to the routine, her Instagram feed consisted of nothing but music, art, and tons of cooking reels. It was rather hypocritical of her since she never cooked, never engaged in any art, and never sang.

Her excuse had always been time; she was always busy with work or with Alexander. She didn’t have the time to engage in trying out new recipes or painting or whatever. She knew she had quite the boring life, but from time to time she would convince herself that her life wasn’t that bad, that it was the perfect life for her.

She set her phone aside and focused on her food before the thought of her life dampened her mood.

Sitting there, she couldn’t help but recall the last time she had hung with a handful of her acquaintances from college. They had all had a lot to say, from getting engaged, to getting married, and even expecting kids. And all she had to talk about was her job; the luxurious events she attended frequently didn’t count since they were all work related.

“So, you still don’t have a relationship?” One of them had asked her.

She had almost choked on her drink but she had nodded nonetheless.

She knew she would be gossiped about for a while but it was fine. She was glad she didn’t need to deal with them often.

Glancing down at her bowl, she realized that her noodles were getting soggy already, and with her appetite gone, she rose to her feet and walked to the trashcan to empty what was left of the noodles. And the sudden sound of Alexander’s voice had her gasping and jerking upright.

“Good evening, Yalda,” He greeted smoothly.

She spun around to face him at once.

“You startled me,” She told him.

A faint smirk curved his lips as his gaze raked over her lazily; he took in the lavender night shirt she had on down to her shapely legs. She noticed his eyes darken lustfully, and for some twisted reason, she felt the pit of her stomach heat up slowly.

“I apologize for that,” He said.

She blew out a shuddering breath before turning around to set the bowl down in the sink. She realized her hands were trembling as she began rinsing out the bowl, it wasn’t just that, she realized she was trembling all over; it was what his presence did to her. He affected her in a way she couldn’t quite understand.

Her heartbeat accelerated on hearing the sound of confident footsteps against the wooden floors, and she tried her very best to focus on just breathing and focusing on her the bowl.

“I thought you would come to me when you woke up,” She heard him say. His voice was much closer now; she could feel his breaths fan the side of her neck.

“I…I thought you were out,” She replied.

He brushed her hair from her neck slowly before she felt his lips against her neck. Her breaths continued to falter and her body continued to tremble as he trailed hot kisses down her neck.

“Well, that doesn’t matter now,” He said, his dismissive tone assuaged her worries, “I want you.”

She cleared her throat quietly; there was nothing else she could do.

“Turn the tap off,” He ordered mildly.

She reached out with a trembling hand to do as he said, and then she waited for him to speak again. Her heart thumped against her chest and she felt almost fait with anxiety till he spoke at last.

“The counter, I want you bent over it.”

Indigo? Blue?

The sky outside was dark and alluring, but the lights scared around lit up the night as did many things; from the active traffic to billboards displaying bright and colorful pictures. It was a beautiful night, one which made you just want to go out and feel the cool breeze against your face.

Yalda had that feeling right now. She had merely glanced out the window and she suddenly lunged to be out there; she longed to feel the breeze in her hair, ruffling through her tough locks and blowing away all her stress.

Yet she found herself walking over to the counter and leaning on it, so she was perfectly bent over for Alexander.

“Your shoes, take them off,” He ordered as he came to stand behind her.

She stepped out of her flip-flops and her feet were met with the cold floors, but his warm hands compensated for the cold as they caressed their way up her thighs slowly. A shuddering breath left her as he brushed her nightshirt up to reveal the black lingerie she had underneath, and she squirmed in anticipation as he looped his fingers into the band of her flimsy underwear to roll it down her thick thighs.

“Remember what we talked about in the elevator earlier today?” He asked her.

Her eyes widened slightly and she attempted to straighten up but he placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her in place.

“Easy, Ms. Harris. Don’t get jumpy,” He said, “Are you scared already?”

“Should I be?” She asked him.

He chuckled humorlessly, the all too familiar sound which chilled her spine always.

“Well, you were rather petulant today,” He replied, “But it was a good day; we sealed the deal, and it is a fine evening.”

She dragged in a shuddering breath in hopes that it would calm her hammering heart.

“Shouldn’t we be out celebrating then?” She asked him.

Her eyes fluttered close as he began fondling her backside slowly. She suppressed a moan as he squeezed her ample flesh, but she couldn’t suppress a yelp as his palm met her cheek in a spank. She lurched forward and he chuckled once more.

“We are celebrating,” He told her as he resumed his fondling to appease the slight sting in her cheek. “Or do you not consider this celebrating?”

“I…I do.” She replied breathily.

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