19.

After the sunset, we had dinner. We had a conversation that included work related. He was explaining a lot of things to me. It was more of a teaching session. He was mentoring me with the laws of legal world while I ,his mentee, took mental notes. 

And it was interesting. It's like I had the wikipedia with me and he patiently answered all my questions no matter how stupid they were.

Post dinner, we headed back to our room.

Mr. Blackwell went out of the room to speak to someone on phone while I decided I am stinky and decided to take a quick shower. He is going to be a while now so I can take a quick one before he goes.

I quickly went inside the bathroom and closed the door. Housekeeping had put in new towels and bathrobes in there. Shampoo and conditioners bottles were filled too. 

I pressed the few buttons by the mirror and the whole room lightened up. But the best part of this bathroom was the aux cable that connected to the speakers. I quickly connected my phone to play music while I showered.

 I let the cold shower hit me. The cold water, the smell of body soap, the music. When will I ever get to enjoy such things again?

I turned off the shower and wrapped the white towel over my waist. I took the other one to dry my hair. 

As I dried my hair and walked to the closet to grab a bathrobe to change when I bumped into a wall. 

Wait, that doesn't seem right. Why do I feel hands around me?

I looked up to see Mr. Blackwell towering over me. His hands -one on my arm, one on my waist.

His hand felt warm against my cold body. I got mini goosebumps from his touch.

He was wearing a white towel across his waist as if he was going to shower. 

How did he get in here? Did he not know I was in here? 

"Why are you here?" I was taken aback. I quickly gathered myself up and stood straight. I could feel my cheeks burning.

We are in a bathroom. Two guys with only towel wrapped around our waist. 

And something about having a shower makes you feel extra vulnerable.

"You didn't lock the door?" 

He was still close. Close enough I could feel his breath.

My legs are frozen. My heart is beating. Why is he not backing away? 

"I did .I-"My hand pointed to the door and the next second my eyes drifted to the side of the closet. There was one there. I thought it was shut.

He raised his one eyebrow and started moving forward.

I backed slowly. This look on his face ? Why am I scared? Why am I excited? My cheeks are now flaming. I can feel my heartbeat.

"Or did you want to shower with me? " He tilted his head a little.

"What? No!"

"Or is this your way of seducing me?" His finger slid across my hands.

The Goosebumps again. My nipples hardened. Though that was not the only thing i felt getting hard.

"Look at you?" he said, he looked down at my nipple and rubbed it with his thumb.

I was speechless. What is happening? Isn't this too sexual? Is this sexual harassment? Why is he doing this? He doesn't even like me that way? Or is he like this on all his trips? He just wants someone to bone? 

He bent his neck and kissed on my neck. Little pecks and traveled to my cheek.

 His right hand still rubbed my nipple while his left hand supported his body on the wall.

I was trapped. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body. My breath became heavy.

His pecks were followed by small bites. He was still on my neck.

I have to move. This is a dangerous situation, but my body did not support my intentions.

His mouth slowly traveled from my cheek to my lips. I lost control.

We kissed. His tongue was inside my mouth while I tried to fight back with mine. He became a bit aggressive now as he passionately kissed me.

His hand traveled down and found me. I had become erect by now. I tried finding him down and started rubbing them.

And then he bit me on the lips. which made me come back to reality.

I pushed him back and tried to grab my breath.

He was breathless too, but he still wanted to continue.

"Sir, this is not right. We cannot do this." I tried to reason with him while pushing him back .

"Why didn't you want to seduce me? Isn't that why you left the door unlocked?"

"No, I thought-"

"Or is it that you would sleep with any random guy?" He cut me off. I felt a sharp pain in my heart .

"What?"

"You wanted to sleep with that secretary, didn't you? Did he say he will shower you with Gifts?"

He saw that. He saw me speaking to Jordan. He misunderstood. And what does he think of me?

He grabbed my arm tightly.

"You know I have a lot of money. For this one night, I can give you as much money as you want. Tell me how much for one night?" He pushed me to the wall. My back hurts.

This doesn't seem like him. Was he always like this? I wasn't angry right now, I was sad. His words hurt me more than his hand grabbing my arm.

"You think that way of me?" I was on the verge of tears. It is unbelievable. When did I do something that made him think that way?

"I know your kind. You just want money, and you will sleep with anyone who gives you money. "

His hand traveled again to find me.

I pushed him back.

"I have never done that. Just who do you think I am?" 

He grabbed my balls hard and I let out a small cry. My eyes welled up and I arched my back.

"Look at you enjoying this like the little pervert you are. " He grabbed harder and twisted it a bit. I wanted to hold something. I grabbed onto his shoulder so tightly my nails dug deep into him.

He didn't stop. He was started rubbing me again and the pain lingered.

I wanted to push him away so hard. But right now, I couldn't. Was I enjoying this? No. Definitely not. But somehow, I couldn't make him stop.

I felt like I deserved the pain.