CHAPTER 22

Apart from doing my office work, I was also serving Scott. It had become pretty much my routine, like serving coffee, ordering, collecting, and serving his lunch, and I had to clean the same after finishing. In addition to this, I had to clean his house once a week. By making me do all this, I had no idea what the hell he was gaining. I don't think he does either.

My hated part was serving lunch for him. He always made me order more than he could consume, and half of the lunch he would throw into the dustbin. I thought of keeping my mouth shut, but how many days can I? can, so one day it was lunch time, and I was making my way towards his cabin to deliver his lunch. After I placed his order on the table, I mustered up and spoke.

"Mr. Mathew, from the past few days, I have observed you can't eat this much food after finishing your lunch; please keep your food as it is; don't throw it in the dustbin." "Once in your life, can't you mind your own business? Are you paying for whatever I am wasting?" "I know it's your money; rather than wasting it, I will make sure it's eaten by someone who is in need." "Will you just get out of my cabin?" and "Yeah, right.".

This guy, what fun anyone finds in wasting food and money I was not getting, why the hell I couldn't shut my mouth because I had suffered, I know the value of food, and how am I going to make him understand that not only this, I have given him a suggestion to change his house, why the hell anyone needs such a big house on top of it? He is staying alone, and as usual, I was kicked out.

From the day I returned from France after going to so many therapy sessions, I was not able to overcome the hotel incident. I was depressed for a few days, and on top of that, I was not able to do anything to him till now. I was not getting why. Was I merely satisfied by making him my servant? Is it enough? Is it my bloody consciousness? Or am I finding reasons to stop myself from making any moves?

It's been 2 months since I was able to have sex. I had some hesitation because I was ashamed of myself. I don't know exactly what within me was stopping me from having sex.

A few times I had gone to have intercourse with a few girls, but I was not able to. I feel some kind of dread; my memory will take me back to the hotel incident where he forcefully entered me, something tearing inside me. That awful pain has created fear within me. I was not getting how the hell I was going to overcome. Day by day, I was not getting on with what I had to concentrate on: running a company, avenging him, how to overcome that incident, and not being able to have sex. It's been nearly 2 months, which was making me frustrated, and I am not able to digest the fact that at some point I did enjoy that day, which was fucking irritating. I am so not into men, which I know very well, but that day with him something raised within me, like carving I don't know, ashamed to accept.

I tried to have sex with men too, but I could not. I was not at all turning on, and nothing was happening to me still intact. But what happened to me on that day with him was my major concern, not only that, why the hell with him, God, that bloody bastard is no matching to me, not even a single point, he got an ok look, not got status, education, designation, class, bloody, nothing was matching, but something clicked with him on that day. I have met so many handsome men who are wealthy with good education, but nothing ever clicked with anyone, which was fucking insane whenever I faced him. Every emotion will arise within me—literally every emotion. How the hell is it even possible? I want to stab him at any moment; I want to make him suffer like anything; I want to throw him in jail. On the other hand, I want to feel everything again—that kiss, that sex, his touch, the way he was playing with my body, like everything, What a bloody hell!

It was Monday, I reached the company, and I was doing my work. As usual, I ordered Scott lunch, and after receiving his order, I made my way towards Scott's cabin. I knocked on his cabin without permission. I entered his cabin; oops, I could have waited for his permission. There was a sexy girl who was kissing him deeply. Damn, I disturbed them. Both were pissed. I couldn't face them. I replied, Sorry. I placed the package on the table and went out immediately.

It was time to clear the table. I reminded myself on permission to enter his cabin. When I reached his cabin, I could hear some commotion inside, like an argument or yelling. I was not getting what it was about. After a few minutes, the same girl came out of his cabin. As I was near the door, I was caught. She spoke, "What the hell are you listening to? Give me fucking space, you moron." I immediately gave her space.

Is it a really good idea to enter his cabin right now? I have to come once again to clean his table; in no time I will be out of his cabin. I entered his cabin and saw his lunch; it was untouched. I saw Scott; he had closed his eyes and was thinking something. I approached him and spoke.

"You have not even touched the food." "Why the hell do you care, fucking bastard? Clear the dam table and get out of my sight." "What happened?" "You bastard, can't you hear what I am saying, fucking rapist? Because of you, my life is messed up. Do you have any idea what I am going through?".

He was facing the ground. I could see tears dropping on the ground. Something terrible happened a few minutes ago. Was she his girlfriend? What might have happened? I dared to approach him. He was telling me not to. I didn't listen to him. I made him face me. He was frustrated. His shirt was half open. His pants were unbuckled. According to my analysis, what should have happened has not happened over here. Was that the reason for their fight?

I don't know what happened to me at that moment. I approached closer to his face and kissed his lips forcefully and deeply. I didn't make any room for his escape. A few seconds later, he struggled, but I made him give in. I wanted to know whether my touch had any effect on him. After a few seconds, he started moaning, which confirmed everything, and I was quite shocked.

We were out of breath, so I left him. We were panting heavily. I started unbuckling his pants. He was trying to stop, but it was in vain. I told him to relax. After that, I started giving him a blowjob. He started moaning. It was quite loud, so I covered his mouth; he was not able to control it and was biting my hand quite hard. When he was about to 'cum' I started giving a handjob, approached his face, and started kissing his lips deeply within no time he ejaculated. After that, I left his lips, and he was gaining his senses.

I didn't miss his expression—not even a second. I took a tissue and cleaned him, and after that, I helped him wear his pants. By that time, there was a knock on the door, which brought us to reality. Within no time, we composed ourselves, and the person who knocked was Simon, who entered immediately. After entering, he asked what I was doing here. I replied that I had come to deliver lunch. With that, I left his cabin. I couldn't handle myself and made my way towards the washroom.