CHAPTER 17

The next day I went to work, and after contemplating, I replied to Scott's mail as 'ok' and my subconscious mind was telling me to prepare for every possible and non-possible thing.

I went overboard; it only matters whether he took me or not; it will not be questioned. For every action, there will be a reaction; it is time to face it.

It was already Sunday, the day we were going on a business trip, and this time the trip was only for a week; it may drag to 10 days. I came to the airport before 30 minutes and was waiting for Scott. Scott came in time and made his way straight toward the plane, which made me follow him without uttering a word.

We reached France this morning at 6 a.m. and made our way towards the same hotel. Scott's assistant handed over the keys to him; he took them and left with the hotel staff. Again, I followed him. We reached the suit, and the staff left. I was confused because I didn't receive my room key. I asked Scott regarding the same, to which he replied. "This is a big suite with two adjoining rooms of the same size. This is your fucking spare key." By saying that, he threw the key on the ground. Further, he continued. "Get freshened up within 2 hours." With that, he went toward his room.

I took the keys and made my way towards the adjoining one. As he said, it was of the same size; only a thin wall was dividing. I started pondering about this. Seriously, is it necessary to have a suit like this where we don't have personal space? I mean we came on a business trip; a separate room was much better; at least I would not collide with him after reaching the room before leaving the room. I didn't dwell too much; I got up, went downstairs for breakfast, and was waiting for him. As a clue, he came in no time; there was only one ride this time, and we made our way towards the company.

After reaching the cabin, we went to the respective cabin and work was assigned. I started doing the same. It was way more than usual because of time constraints. I started working and when we got a workload, time flew by without a clue, so it was already lunchtime. I went to the cafeteria and within no time, I was back due to a pile of work pending.

By the time I finished, it was already 11.30 p.m. I was so exhausted that I was praying that my ride would be waiting for me, as I didn't have the energy to do anything else. Thankfully, my ride was waiting.

I entered beside Scott, who was sleeping. Trust me when I say this. I am not a bloody pervert or anything. He looks calmer and handsome while sleeping. For a few seconds, I was watching his handsome face. The car horn brought me back to my senses, and I averted my eyes.

We reached the hotel at 12.30 a.m. I was exhausted after having dinner, I made my way towards my room to give a bloody rest to my body.

As I entered, I could hear loud music. Oh god, at this hour, is he crazy? I didn't utter a word and made my way to the adjoining room. After getting fresh, I lay on my bed trying to get some sleep, which was totally in vain because of the loud music. I was waiting for him to turn off or at least reduce the volume, but it was already 3 a.m. and it was loud enough. I tried so many ways but couldn't sleep. I turned my backside took a pillow, and covered the back side of my head forcibly, including my ear. When I slept, I don't know.

There was a loud knock on my door. I was not able to open my eyes, and then the knocking sound became loud. I woke in a sleepy mood and opened the door. To my horror, Scott was standing totally pissed and spoke. "Do you know what time it is now that you are still fucking sleeping? Do you think I am your bloody servant to come and wake you? You are already an hour late. How many more hours do I need to wait for you?" Shit, I saw time indeed I was late. I saw his face; he spoke. "10 minutes better you come down or else see." and with that, he left. I rushed towards the bathroom washed my face, brushed my teeth, wore office attire, took the necessary things, and made sure to carry a spare key too, due to my previous experience. I ran downstairs and didn't find time to have my breakfast.

He was waiting for me patiently. As soon as he saw me enter his car and I did the same. I really wanted to speak about that loud music thing. On the other hand, I was not really on good terms with him. I don't know what bloody plan he had made to take revenge. On top of it should I really need to provoke him more? No, thank you.

We reached the company and I was starving like anything. Before entering the cabin. Scott informed me to give priority to some files and send them to him within an hour. I started working on the same, but it took nearly 2 hours to finish the work. He was calling me back and forth, asking about the same. After finishing, I forwarded him the same. Immediately another task was assigned, which made me stick to my seat. I didn't get time to have breakfast and lunch either. I was surviving by having only energy drinks.

When I finished my work, it was already 11.30 p.m. I was exhausted like hell. After reaching the hotel, I ordered dinner more than usual. That hungry I was.

After having dinner, made my way towards the room to sleep. I needed peaceful sleep. I was praying for him to spare me today, and I should have known that I was not that lucky. When I reached the room, I heard the same loud music. Using the spare key, I opened the room. I didn't even glance at what he was doing as I made my way towards the adjoining room.

When I got fresh up; it was already 1.30 a.m. and I was not getting sleep. To my astonishment, one more sound was added to that moaning sound. Don't tell me he was having sex. What the hell? To confirm, I concentrated on the sound; indeed, he was having sex. I was clearly able to hear both of their voices. How the hell am I supposed to sleep now? In this situation, I was not going to get hard on for sure. For the safer side, I kept alarmed at 7.30 a.m. I was using yesterday's technique to sleep while periodically checking the time. When I checked last, it was 5.30 a.m.

The alarm was ringing. I was trying very hard to open my eyes but was not able to; it was barely morning, and I was already tired. I dragged myself toward the bathroom and got freshened up. After wearing office attire, I opened my room door, and I saw both of them sleeping. The naked sight was so good, but I was not in the mood to enjoy it.

I went downstairs, had my breakfast waiting for Scott, and he came down in time unbelievably, looking so fresh.

We made our way towards the company. Before departing, he assigned work. I was barely keeping myself awake. There was lots of pending work on top of it. He was assigning more and more, and I was not able to go for lunch.

This fucking routine continued for 3 more days. I was exhausted from everything: those sounds, lack of sleep, not having food in time, and piles of work. I became weak, and I guess I will die in France for sure.