Billionaire's Lustpuppet

[slave2100]

What's inside

Do you have a dark secret?

Well, I do.

For the world, I am a simple girl with an innocent face, but deep down I have sold my soul to a person who owns half of this city, a billionaire. Yes, even though I still love my dignity and independence above everything, I still did a big mistake in bargaining my youth in return for money.

Well, I am not proud of what I did, neither I regret it, but only now I have discovered that the crazy rich bastard isn’t a lover of regular sex, but is sadistic who enjoys other's sufferance. He finds pleasure in my pain and now I am busted. He is above law and no matter what I do, I am bound to submit to him.

My choice no longer matters and the only thing that can save me from trouble is to obey, to surrender.

This book contains extreme scenes of torment and torture, so people offended by such genera must avoid reading it.

[slave2100]

Submission and domination I say doesn’t necessarily relate to sex. Love and lust are two different acts. Love is a mutual trust, respect, but lust is mutual desires, hunger for flesh. Submissiveness and dominance relates to a couple’s relationships, standards, whereas BDSM is an act of sex, a part of lust, so it’s not necessary to bring BDSM in sex but submission and domination is a must for a relationship, a marriage to last for years.

Any normal man does not want to waste his time trying to bend an unbendable woman because the more he tries to do it, the more she develops hate against him. Every man must be careful about the fact that the more he invests time on her woman, the more he starts to love her, and the more he loves, the more are the chances for him to get dominated by his woman. Likewise, a woman must be careful that if she doesn’t get dominated by her man, she couldn’t gain his trust, and it will lead to separation, rejection. Masculine dominance and feminine submission is a proven way of ancestors and its two sides of a coin, that’s an integral part of any healthy relationship.
When a woman loves a man, she unquestionably gives herself, all of her body and soul to her man, and the man, undoubtedly cares and protects her from the world. This is the base of every long-lasting bond.

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[slave2100]

You need to look at your struggles right into its face. You need to understand, and constantly remain aware of how difficult things are going to be. And you will have to accept the fact that you will struggle. Once you’ve done that, everything will become possible, because you will no longer complain. Then you will become unstoppable.

Miracles happen just the way like this. Somebody had the willpower and strength to keep pushing forward, until they turned something seemingly impossible, into reality.


Well, these lines are not written by me, neither I have belief in struggle, because that’s what I am doing right from the start of my career and believe me, till date I have never seen success, not even a tiny bit. I am a failure, my life is a failure and my story is sad.

The problem isn’t in me but it lies in the system of the world where people aren’t judged by their honesty or hard work, but by their success.

‘Still editing?’ Emily asks as my eyes are stuck on the computer’s screen.

I giggle, nod at my situation.

She is my colleague and we work together for a local newspaper ‘The Daily Bugle’. Initially, I was hired as an assistant news reporter. My job was to search for attractive stories around the town, but after I failed to get attention, failed to cover interesting stories, I was shifted to the editing department where my job is to edit stories of other reporters before it could be published.

‘Whose story is this?’ Emily asks, rolling his chair towards my cubical.

‘It’s Siri’s’ I tell.

‘That bitch!’ she comments, seeing what I am editing.

‘Can you believe she used to sit here, with us, just a couple of months ago?’ Emily says in frustration.

I nod, take a deep breath. Her frustration is obvious because Siri is now a senior editor, and earns much more than us. She has got a personal cabin unlike us, and also an assistant. It’s too frustrating to see her in that position, to see her becoming our senior.

‘I guess Jason is making good use of her ass’ Emily comments, seeing her working behind the glass door, her cabin.

Jason Smith is our boss, the editor in chief, and he ages similar to my father, but still dates Siri, who is the same like of me, 25 years old. Everyone knows about their unnamed relationship and that’s the very reason why she has been promoted to such high post, even though her annual ratings are low like of us. I guess sex with the boss is also an important aspect for career building.

‘Yeah, I guess’ I say, looking at Siri who looks so happy.

Her buttocks are resting in her luxurious office chair and her legs are up in the table. She isn’t working, she hardly does, but is busy over the internet. I can’t see her screen but the way she looks lost in the computer’s screen, I am sure she’s watching porn.

‘And she says she is in love with Jason’ I say.

Emily chuckles.

‘Oh please! Love! With a man of her father’s age?’ she comments, laughs.

‘It’s weird, even to think about it. I mean yes, if the boss is somewhat your age, even 6-7 years older, it’s ok but him? Can he even bend for her?’ Emily comments on old Jason, laugh.

I support, laugh at the weird relationship.

‘Bending isn’t necessarily required’ I say and we both laugh at our naughty fantasies.

‘Love is such a misunderstood term these days’ I say.

Emily chuckles at my words.

‘Love, my friend, is a hoax. It exists either in books, or in one’s fantasies’ she says.

I nod, giggle.

‘I am telling you. The moment you have sex with someone you think you’re in love with, everything changes. It’s just the hormones. Hormones of love which changes to lust in no time’ she elaborates and I laugh.

‘Oh God! Emily! You’re so dark, so dirty’ I say.

She laughs.

‘Dark and dirty, yes I am, we all are’ she admits proudly.

I might not agree with each of her thesis, but I love the way she looks at life. She’s practical and open-minded, different than normal people. She has no belief in love or relationship, and that’s the reason she is unable to stick with just a guy for any long. As per my memories, the longest relationship she had even had was of two months.

‘Ok. Let’s end the day, shall we?’ she says, stretching herself in her chair, yawning for the long day we had.

It’s already 6 at evening, and it’s also the weekend. We’re supposed to be in a bar by this time, but this week was extra busy for me as one of the assistant editors quit. Actually she didn’t quit herself, but was compelled to quit. She was fired.

‘I will need another 10-15 minutes’ I say, as I am not finished with Siri’s story.

Although she’s a senior editor now, she writes horribly bad. There are way too many grammatical and spelling mistakes and it’s obvious, considering her skill and position in the company.

‘Ok, I’ll have something from canteen, will wait in the parking’ Emily says, picking her bag.

I nod.

‘You’re up for a beer, are you?’ she asks.

I nod again while she leaves her cubical. As Sunday is off, a holiday, we drink at weekends, we party with friends. It’s the only night when we can sleep late, without worrying about the next morning. As its 6, I can see people getting off their cubicles. It’s so frustrating to see people leave while I am still stuck.

‘Hazel’ Siri says, entering my cubical, looking at my screen.

I smile while she focuses on her story on my computer.

‘It’s almost done, a few more lines’ I say.

She nods.

‘Mail me once you’re done, thanks darling’ she says.

I nod.

‘And yes, Jason was asking for you’ she tells.

‘Me? What does he want?’ I ask back.

She shakes head, like unaware of the reason why I was being called. Now I am worried because the editor in chief calling for me after 6 isn’t a good sign. While Siri leaves, I go towards Jason’s cabin and knock twice.

‘Yes Miss Green, please come in’ he says.

With a loose tie nod and shirt coming out of his pant, he looks terrible after the long day, just like me.

As I acknowledge him, ‘Have a seat, dear’ he says.

‘Miss Green, you do know what trouble the company is going through and how many meetings we’re having with the board of directors’ he tells.

I nod. It’s a time of recession and I know the company isn’t in its best place.

‘Apparently, due to less profit, I am regularly pressurized to cut staff’ he tells.

I could feel my heart pounding. I am scared now.

Cut staff? I know what it means. It means he will have to fire someone again and I fear it will be me.

Is that why he called me when everyone is gone?

‘But don’t worry. I am in no mood to let go any more of my people’ he says, chuckles, at my white face.

I too smile at the tensed situation.

‘But your ratings, Miss Green, are low, and I suggest you to work on it. The people above me doesn’t know you, doesn’t know how talented you are, so if they have to fire someone, they may opt you’ he tells.

I gasp a mouthful of air. As I was hired as a story writer, I am rated on the same basis and not as assistant editor, so it doesn’t matter how beautiful I edit or how hard I work. The only thing that’s responsible for my ratings is the story I cover.

‘I am working in it, Mr. Smith’ I say.

He nods, smiles.

‘Ok. I have high expectations, Miss Green’ he says.

I smile and get off his cabin. I may have said that I am working in a story, but I have nothing. The world is a big place but I fail to find even a single thing that could be actually interesting for people to read.

Am I so dumb or I am just too lazy?

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I like your story so far and looking forward to reading more of it.

[slave2100]

Stranger

Everything doesn’t go like we always plan. Life is unpredictable, uncontrollable. There are twists and turns, surprises and shocks in almost every phase. After losing my parents so early, I thought life would be easy on me. I thought I would be fine once I get a good job, but today, as I see my colleagues doing wonders, I feel sad, I feel jealous. The salary isn’t an issue but everyone wants to be someone different, someone with a different face, an identity.

I have been hunting for some good story for so long. I am surfing the internet, interviewing people, even reading a lot but all I have in my resume is a story of a homeless dog and a betrayed Asian bride for dowry. Three years have passed since I joined this esteemed media company which publishes in 7 languages, has multiple branches across the country, but my career and life are stuck in the same place where I was three years ago.

‘Look, how he’s checking you out again’ Emily tells, laughs, hiding her mouth as she speaks, while I sneak on my left, trying to see the man stealing glances of me.

We’re in a bar with two finished bottles of 750 ml beer each. Mark, Emily’s current boyfriend, is also here with us. It has been an hour since we came here and now, after two rounds, I feel the heat rising on my body.

Emily laughs at my face while I feel embarrassed about a man looking at me, although his looks are not improper.

There’s a thin white guy in a grey suit, a little older than me. He also has a mustache which looks a kind of sexy. He’s alone with a glass of whiskey in a hand, and a cigarette between fingers. While we’re busy in our world, he has been glancing at me secretly from the last half an hour, checking me out without letting me know, but Emily has an eye of a detective.

‘I am telling you, he is on to you, isn’t he?’ Emily says and asks Mark who nods with a mouthful of beer.

While they laugh at the situation, I turn my chair to hide my front of the stranger’s sight.

‘Come on, Hazel, let the man peek, what’s wrong in that?’ comments Mark as what I did was wrong.

I chuckle.

‘And besides, look at him. He’s sexy. Look at his mustache, look at his body’ comments Mark, smiling waving hand towards him.

In reply, the stranger does the same, waves hands towards us. Emily replies to him with a smile while I hide my face in embarrassment.

‘And look at his ass’ Emily comments, while Mark is jealous.

‘Yeah, and now he is coming towards us now’ tells Marks and I hide my face again.

‘What? Why did you?’ I was saying but got interrupted as I feel someone is behind my back.

He is here and I can no more hide myself.

‘Well apologies for my behavior but I can’t take my eyes off you’ he says like some professional, even before I could question him about anything.

‘What?’ I ask, chuckle, look towards Emily who’s also laughing at his cheesy lines.

He has a deep sexy voice and smells sexy. Well, I am also not pissed but kind of surprised by his way of approach. It’s so straight forward.

‘Why do you have to look at me?’ I ask.

‘Because you’re hot’ he says, ‘what?’ I ask again, chuckle, ‘yes, you are hot, and I mean there are other hot girls here, your friend included, but you are more’ he says while I lower my face in shame.

I haven’t met any stranger like this in my entire life. He is so confident and determined. What is he, a playboy?

‘Aren’t you too old for cheesy lines like this? What’s your age?’ I ask.

‘Why? Are you some detective, some reporter?’ he takes a lucky guess and in reply, Emily puffs air out of her mouth.

Even she is surprised at his lucky guess. I can’t believe he guessed my profession so accurately.

‘No way. Are you a cop?’ stranger asks, a little surprised in him, while I nod in reply.

‘Are you sure? You don’t look like one’ he comments, looking at me up to down.

‘Why not?’ I ask back.

Now I am a little offended.

‘You’re too sexy for that’ he says and Emily and Mark laugh together.

‘What? Isn’t she a cop?’ stranger asks Emily who shakes head in reply.

‘She’s a reporter’ she tells and his eyebrows get up.

‘And is she available?’ he asks Emily who nods in reply.

‘No I am not’ I disagree, glare towards her.

‘Yes she is. She is lying’ Emily says, laughs.

‘No I am not’ I say again, while the stranger looks at Mark for answers.

‘I am her’s, not her’s’ he replies, kissing Emily in head, telling that he’s dating her and not me, while the stranger smiles at my availability.

‘Oh thank God! I thought I had to fight with you to get her’ strangers says, making everyone laugh.

‘No mate, she is completely yours’ Mark says.

It’s like I am invisible. They are talking about me like I am not here.

‘So, beautiful, I find you attractive. I think you’re sexy. Do you feel the same for me?’ he asks me straight.

While I stay speechless, ‘Yes she does. She thinks you have a nice ass’ Emily replies on my behalf while I have no words left to say.

‘Thanks, beautiful. I work so hard for this’ he says, touches his own back, and then without asking for consent, he pulls a chair from another table to sit beside me.

I feel so uncomfortable but I am also happy at the same time. Well, it’s complicated. While we look at each other, Emily shifts her chair away from me, like making some space for the stranger to fit in between.

‘Thank you’ he says, sitting beside me, looking directly at my face, while I glare at Emily for inviting him to join.

‘Hi! I am Sam and you are?’ he asks, waits for my reply, while I have a half-smile.

‘She’s Hazel’ Emily says on my behalf after I remain silent.

‘Hazel, what a pretty name’ he says, compliments unnecessarily.

‘Pretty? Really? What’s so pretty about my name?’ I ask back.

He chuckles, thinks for a while.

‘It’s like Hey Gel. Gels are supposed to make you look better, sexy’ he babbles but it’s enough to make us laugh.

Even I laugh at his nonsense.

‘See, I’m already making you laugh’ he says, complimenting himself.

‘So Hazel, can I buy you a drink?’ he asks.

I chuckle, ignore. I don’t think I would be okay in drinking with a complete stranger. Besides, I am already down 2 bottles. Something more can make me lose control.

‘Actually I have had a long day, and it’s already late’ I say while see Emily getting upset about my ignorance.

Well, I don’t care. I am not that type of girl who goes to a random guy’s apartment at the first meeting itself. I am not that slutty.

‘Late, even today? Where do you work? Disneyland?’ he asks as today is Saturday, and tomorrow is supposed to be my holiday.

‘Yeah, The Daily Bugle is kind of similar’ I reply, chuckle and take my purse to leave.

Emily and Mark also stand to leave while Sam looks sad, a little, but sad.

‘Can I atleast drive you home, you look so drunk?’ he asks.

‘No, thank you for the offer but I think I can manage’ I say.

‘You sure?’ he asks again, kind of pleads but I shake head with a cute smile.

‘No, thank you, maybe next time’ I say and without anymore conversation, leave the bar while he keeps glancing at me till I get outside.

It’s so beautiful out here. It’s raining beautifully. I love it.

‘Wao! Look at the skies’ I exclaim, starching one of my hands outside, feeling the drops on my palms.

‘You could’ve atleast given him a chance. He was so sexy, so desperate’ Emily says.

She looks a kind of pissed at my egoistic attitude but as I told, I don’t care. I am not the kind of girl who goes to a random guy’s apartment in the first meeting itself.

‘I definitely would’ve, if I was interested. He wasn’t my type’ I disagree.
‘Sexy, cool, funny isn’t your type?’ she questions.

I don’t answer but giggle instead. She has a point and now that’s its over, there is no point discussing it. Well, Mark comes to us with his car and waiting for Emily to hop in. She’ll be spending the night with him in his apartment.

‘The climate is so horrible today, look at the roads’ she comments looking at the road outside the bar.

It looks like a mini-lake and even though I like this climate, I don’t like wetting half of my legs in crossing those watery roads. Without much delay, Emily carefully walks across the flowing stream and quickly gets inside Mark’s car.

‘Should we drop you somewhere, Hazel?’ shouts Mark, as its raining heavily, while I shake head at his formal request.

‘I’ll manage, Mark, thanks. I’ll get a taxi’ I shouted back, wave hand as a goodbye.

‘Ok then, see you on Monday’ Emily bids goodbye, waves hands, and Mark accelerates the car away from the bar, leaving me alone in bad weather.

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[slave2100]

Sam


It was a bad plan to hit the bar today, anyways who knew it would shower so heavily. Well, it’s not the mistake of rains, because they don’t know to fall upwards. I haven’t seen these heavy showers since a long time. The entire city looks like some kind of island surrounded by oceans. People are stuck in random places, waiting for the drops to stop but as per my experience, it won’t be stopping soon. As I don’t have a car, taxi is my second best friend. I wonder how much I had spent on those in these three years. I sure would’ve bought a new car if I saved the taxi and bus expenditure of the past three years.

I guess I’ll have to wait for some time as I can’t see a taxi around.

‘Looks like you’re finding it difficult to manage’ someone sarcastically shouts from afar.

It’s Sam and my eyes have gone big by what I am seeing. He is in a black Porsche which looks so amazing and incredible.

‘Can I drop you home?’ he asks again, parks his car just a foot away from the place where I am waiting for a taxi.

My eyes are still big to see the luxurious Porsche beside me, and now I also have smile on my lips.

‘No fishy moves, I promise, just a drive’ he says.

I chuckle.

‘You drive Porsche?’ I ask.

He nods.

‘Why, don’t you like it?’ he asks.

I chuckle.

‘Well, black isn’t my favorite. I like the blue more’ I say, although Porsche is Porsche, no matter what color it is.

He chuckles, opens the gate, and I hop into the luxurious car.

‘You are rich’ I say the sooner I get into the black gold.

He smiles.

‘Rich, no, lucky, yes’ he tells.

I am unable to understand.

‘I have a rich dad’ he tells.

I nod, understanding him completely.

Well even my best efforts, I still wet my sandals and hair, although I was barely exposed to open skies for five seconds. As I get in and mop my face, my wet shoulders, he peeks on me covertly, foreshadowing his intent. In response, I softly nudge him to look towards the road.

‘No fishy moves, remember?’ I say, chuckle.

He giggles, puffs a mouthful of air.

‘With a wet beauty along my side, it’s so difficult to look the other way’ he comments.

I laugh.

‘You always pick up girls the same way?’ I ask, surprised by his professional moves.

Although I’ve been ignoring and denying his pleads, he has never stopped trying hitting on me. It’s not like I am that beautiful, I know it, so I wonder why he is so interested.

Well, he chuckles at my question.

‘It depends on girl to girl’ he says.

‘Girl to girl?’ I ask back.

He nods.

‘Yes. As beautiful the girl is, the more stupid she is, the more pliable’ he tells.
He’s right. I am pliable because even my best efforts, I am in his car.

‘And how stupid am I?’ I ask.

I just want to know my ranking in his beauty meter. In reply, he looks at my face and smiles with mixed feelings.

‘You’re the most stupid girl I ever met’ he tells, applauds and I lower my eyes in reply, bashful of his beautiful compliment.

As I tell him the way to my apartment, he keeps on stealing glances of me time by time. I am bashed, but I am also happy to be with someone who thinks I am beautiful, although I know his intention pretty well. He just wants to sleep with me and the sooner that happens, all the love and appeasement with go within a night.

‘Love me like you do…la..la..love me like you do ’as we reached the halfway, he turned the radio on, but soon swathed to the different channel.

‘No no, let it be. I love this song’ I say and he switched back to the beautiful song and even raised the volume.

‘You like this song?’ he asks.

‘Who doesn’t?’ I reply.

He nods, takes a deep breath.

‘And the movie? You liked that too?’ he asks again.

Well, this is a difficult question. Pain, pleasure, and punishment, it’s hard to say how I liked the movie or the book. A little wildness is ok in sex but bondage and whips, I don’t know how far it is enjoyable. If pain is intended just for pleasure, it’s awesome, but the place where pain is intended just for sufferance, it’s an act of the devil.

‘I liked some part of it’ I say.

‘The part where it was all normal’ he says, smiles.

I nod but disagree.

‘No, even the foreplay was good, bondage, the wildness, but the ending wasn’t as I expected’ I say.

‘What did you expect, kisses and hugs? She did a mistake, she needed to be punished’ he comments.

I am a little surprised by his judgment.

‘Punished? By violence?’ I ask back.

He chuckles quietly.

‘How can you beat someone you love, moreover, how can you beat a girl like that?’ I question.

He smiles again, like smiling at my stupidity.

‘Sex is not a part of love. I don’t make love, I fuck…hard, remember? he quotes 50 shades and looks at me for reply.

I don’t know what he means.

‘Love and lust are two different things. Love is a matter of mutual care but lust deals in mutual desire, and it’s not necessary for a woman to like his man’s way to play. Tastes differ’ he says.

‘But who like a sadistic person? I mean there are thousands of formal ways, isn’t it?’ I ask.

He looks at me, smiles at my words.

‘Thousand of formal ways can’t beat Grey’s way. That was what the book was all about, you’ll have to agree on that’ he says.

I smile, lower my eyes.

I agree and I like Grey’s way. He wasn’t in love, not initially.

WelI I look at his face to record his perception. Why did he quote the dirtiest lines of the book? Is he into the same thing?

‘Sadism is taboo, Hazel, and is also unacceptable to the world but yet there are people who are into it, the people who believe in dominance and submission, rather than love and lust’ he says in a serious mood, looking towards the road.

I don’t know why but I don’t have a good feeling about what he thinks, about what he is, and what he believes in. I have a feeling that he is one of the persons who has no belief in love.

‘And do you?’ I ask back if he does, but there is a mutual silence for a few seconds.

He looks back at me with questionable eyes and then smiles on his own.

‘Do you believe in love?’ I ask in the same serious mood as him.

He looks at me again, and then towards the road filled with water. Then he chuckles for a moment.

‘Love is a complicated term. We all have a version of it’ he says.

‘Well what’s your version?’ I ask.

‘I believe in kinds of stuff that’s real, that has meaning, influence. Philosophies don’t convince me’ he tells.

I don’t know what he means and I also didn’t get my answer. He stops for a moment and switches the radio off, as if not in a mood for music. I wonder what wrong I asked. The question was just about love, an honest opinion. I wonder why he looks irritated.

I didn’t question him further while he speeds the car to nearly 140, breaking the silence, making some noise, splashing water all around the empty roads. The nerves on his neck are visible, and I could literally feel his mood. He isn’t flirting as before but driving silently. I wonder what’s in his mind but as per my guess, he isn’t in a fun mood. This sounds crazy, and I don’t know how but now I find him attractive, kind of sexy considering how serious he looks. Even his chest is visible, thanks to the winds pressing his shirt against it. Till now I didn’t have had to chance to glance him secretly, but now that his eyes aren’t on me, I am taking advantage of the provided opportunity.

I got to say, he’s a real man with a sexy personality but wait.

Did he see me checking him out?

As my eyes were on him, checking him top to bottom, thinking his eyes were focused on the road, he was also looking at me through the reflection in the front mirror. In an instant he turned and looked directly at me, catching me red-handed and I immediately turned my eyes away from him, towards my right, but I think he saw me checking him out, and now I am so embarrassed.

Now he’s looking at me the same way I was looking at him a few moments ago.

‘Ouch….’ I shout as there is this sudden jerk in the car.

There is a slight slip in the tires but soon Sam handles it. It was actually a small branch of a tree that was right in the middle of the road. He just ran the car through it.

‘Eye on road Sam, please’ I shout at him as I felt a bump on my head.

‘My apologies, are you all right?’ he asks.

I nod, rub my upper head, and look below me. I think I lost my mobile. It fell somewhere towards the car’s gears during the jerk.

As I bend and try to search for it, Sam does the same at the same time, and somehow our lips come close. It is unexpected, uncalled and I feel skipping a beat as I see him this closer. He smells so good, his breathes are arousing. Some of my hairs are on his face, troubling his eyes. Even he looks at my eyes with passion, desperation, and I don’t know what to do next. There’s a heat rising inside, compelling me to touch his lips with mine’s, and he looks to be in the same place.

The moment has paused for a second, and I close my eyes as I feel him getting closer. I feel the flow of blood in my body as my lips get wet. He kisses on my lower lip and pauses for a moment, just to record my reaction and I return the favor by pushing myself to complete my part. It felt so nice, so comforting, like he isn’t a stranger, but wait.

I still don’t know him. He is still a stranger. Well, the heat of the moment goes away the sooner I realize I don’t know the man I am kissing. I somehow stop myself from getting dragged, and pulling myself away, like unready for the next step.

‘Here’ he says, giving my mobile back to me and looks towards the road as if nothing happened.

‘Thanks’ I reply and do the same.

I am not proud of what happened. I feel a kind of ashamed. I shouldn’t have kissed him because it has now completely changed what we mean to each other. We aren’t strangers now and we aren’t friends either There is an awkward silence that rules the place and none of us are ready to break it. We just gaze at the highway without looking at each other even for once.

I saw an angel, of that am sure….. you’re beautiful….you’re beautiful……he turns on the radio again.

‘Stop’ I say and he looks at me with surprise, unaware of why I was stopping him for music.

‘My house, it’s here’ I say, smiling at his confusion.

He does the same and laughs at our awkward situation. He then slows the Porsche and stops aside from the road, just a few steps away from my house’s entry.

Well now I don’t know what to do next, whether to invite him inside or just let him go. He was so nice to me all way, all evening infact. He never crossed the limit, neither did he try to flirt beyond limitation. He even made me laugh, even gave me lift to my home. I have no idea what to do, how to let him go.

‘Well?’ he says as I wait a few seconds inside his car.

I am still in a lot of confusion.

‘This was fun, wasn’t it?’ he asks, looks at my face while I reply with a nervous nod.

‘I could come inside but I won’t, as I am not the kind of guy who believes in one-night stand’ he says the exact same thing that was in my mind.
I look at him with deep thoughts. Is he the same as he looks? Is he really so nice, or is he just trying to leave an impression?

Well, whatever the answer is, now I feel much more relaxed. I think I am starting to like him now.

‘Besides, I don’t make love, I fuck..hard’ he quotes 50 shades, breaking the seriousness, and I laugh at his words.

He does the same and laughs at his own words.

‘This was fun, it really was’ I say, taking my purse, getting out of his beautiful car, while he helps me out with the door.

‘Thanks for the lift, Sam’ I say and he chuckles, closes the car’s door.

‘Where do you live?’ I ask.

He smiles, thinks for a while.

‘I don’t belong here, Hazel. I live far away from your world’ he says with mysterious meanings.

I am confused. He talks in such double meaning confusion lines.

‘Now what’s that supposed to mean?’ I ask.

He looks at me, smiles again

‘You’ll come to know, very soon’ he says and I make my eyes small, now knowing what he meant.

‘Goodnight for today. We will meet again, soon’ he says, pulling the window glasses up, and with the last smile, he leaves my place.

Well, I am still unable to figure what he meant by ‘I’ll come to know, very soon’. Is he coming back in my life?

It’s hard to say. He is still a stranger to me and I am still unable to figure the meaning of half of his words. He is a man of mystery.

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