"Sorry?" I sneered. "Do you think it is all that is going to take? With just a word, do you think you will learn to trust me?"
"So if you leave me, will I learn to trust you?" he asked, raising his left eyebrow. "You can't run away from me, baby!"
He released my wrists from his tight grip and walked away. I stood glued to the wall, still shocked.
"I have my ways!" I shouted from the room.
"You can't even try leaving me!"
I quickly pulled the trolley to the front door and opened the latch at the top of the door. We don't use the security lock when we were in station. So it made sense for me to open the top latch to open the door instead of the security lock, but top my dismay, nothing happened! The door wouldn't open.
They keys were gone. So it means Gautham had activated the security lock.
We just had a random password that I typed into the system; which was fixed to the wall.
But it said wrong password! So again I retyped it slowly and carefully. Again it said that it was wrong!
Did he change it? I just had one try left, if it went wrong, Gautham would be alerted about it and he would know that I was trying to escape.
I can't imagine about escaping through the terrace, because we lived on the seventh floor. If I did that, it would be a direct escape to heaven! This was going to be my last and only try! I have to type in the right password. I started to type a combination.
"Trying to hack my security system?" I suddenly heard him and he totally caught me off guard. I turned to look at him.
He had his cocky grin plastered on his face. How I wanted to wipe it off!
"I.. Uh..why did you change the password?" I rasped.
He snickered. "You of course know why I did that!"
Of course, I knew! To keep me imprisoned in this house!
"I will make it up to you, Shakthi." He smirked and walked towards the kitchen.
He can be so annoying at times! So climbing down the pipes from the terrace was the only way out! It seemed scary to do from the seventh floor!
I hurriedly walked up to our private terrace! It was locked! The keys were also not there. So I had no way out but to be stuck with him in this house!
I angrily went down to pick my suitcase to keep it back in my bedroom.
"Hard luck, baby!" he said, waving the keys of the terrace in front of me and sipping on a mug of his coffee.
After putting my suitcase back in my room, I settled on the couch, in front of the television.
Though the TV was running, all that was going on my mind were the things which happened. I couldn't believe that he had been hurting me so much just because he thought I was cheating! I trusted every word he spoke, but he never did trust me! He thought I was acting! How he kept saying I was a good actress. The most infuriating thing he told me, which I least expected from him, was a gold digger label!
Suddenly someone was shaking me hard by my shoulders. I lifted my head up.
"What?" I snapped, looking at him.
"Did you have your breakfast?" he asked.
I saw the time and it was five minutes to twelve. I wonder how I went for so long without my breakfast. But wait, why was he concerned so much about my breakfast, when he hardly bothered to check if I was even alive or not, during the previous month!? Like he said, he has got a lot of making up to do! But, I was not going to give in that easily.
I chose not to reply him. I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
"Shakthi?? I am asking you something!"
Again I sat like a statue with my eyes glued to the television screen, pretending I didn't hear him.
He sighed and walked away. In the next few minutes, I heard the sound of utensils from the kitchen and in no time, a fresh and a delicious aroma filled the air.
"Food is ready" he announced walking back into the room. "Shakthi?" he sang, tempting me!
Abruptly, I felt his arms envelope me. "What... What are you doing?" he carried me, like I weighed nothing.
"Making you have your breakfast!" he replied and made me sit on the dining table. My legs were dangling in the air. It felt too awkward to be sitting on the table. Before I could get down from the table, he stopped me by handing me the plate filled with amazing food.
The pancakes with whipped cream looked lip-smacking.
"You can have it!"
I turned my head away.
He turned my head by force, holding my chin with his large hands and forced a morsel into my mouth. It tasted even more delicious than it looked
"Hmm." An involuntary moan escaped my mouth.
"You have some cream there," he said, pointing at my lips. Before I could wipe it, he came and stood in between my legs. His intense eyes were on my lips. His lips neared mine and I felt his tongue licking away the cream off my lips. My nerves re-awoke at his touch, making my body electrify.
He teased me with his tongue, tracing my lips, without missing even its corners. I had no clue that my lips were this sensitive, until now. He swirled his tongue on my lips, creating small circles. I gasped. But he made sure that his lips never touched mine. Fire started to burn in my stomach. His slow tease turned into sweet torture, without being able to feel his lips on mine.
Suddenly I felt the lack of his touch. I quickly opened my eyes. He was smirking at me. He would have enjoyed the effect that he had on me!
He disappeared into the bedroom, leaving me alone on the table. I munched on the amazing breakfast that he had cooked! After finishing and doing all the dishes, I sat on the couch, relaxing with a new episode of the Pretty Little Liars.
Suddenly my phone started ringing and it was Ankitha. I answered the call.
"Hey! Did everything go well?" she asked.
"Just don't ask me about it!" I said, closing my eyes and rubbing my temple.
"Why? Was it that bad? Didn't he say the reason for his resignation? Did he again hurt you?"
I narrated the entire thing to her. "Can you believe, Ankitha? He didn't trust me a bit!"
"Hey! It happens! Don't over think!"
"Am I over thinking? Really? No, Ankitha! This is not done! I am not going to give in that easily!"
"But, eventually you are going to give in!"
"I know!" I admitted.
"Hey listen, my son is calling! We'll talk later!"
"Bye" I hung up.
The bedroom door opened. I turned to see his six pack in all its glory.
Gautham walked closer and closer and stood in front of me. He had changed from his jeans and shirt to his shorts that was hanging low at his narrow waist.
His perfectly sculpted abs made me want to run my fingers over him.
"My eyes are up here, baby." His cocky grin told me, how badly I was caught while checking out his delicious abs.
I felt blood rush to my cheeks, to make me look even more vulnerable. Without meeting his eyes, I stood and made my way up to my bedroom to have a relaxing shower. I wiped myself dry and wrapped a nice fluffy towel around my naked body.
I hopped out of the bathroom, to pick up my clothes from my unpacked suitcase, which I had placed on the bed. But now, the bed was empty. Where did it go? I checked all around the room, but I couldn't find it anywhere! I remember keeping it on the bed or did I forget it downstairs?
I strolled out of the room and it was then I realized the state I was in! I didn't even have a bathrobe on! Now what do I do?
I walked back into the room and shouted for Gautham, hoping that he would help me to bring my suitcase back to my room.
"Gautham!!!" I shrieked again and still there was no response. If he wasn't around, I can safely bring my suitcase back. I walked down the stairs, holding my towel tightly with my fists.
But when I went down, there was no trace of my suitcase! Where could it be? Just then I heard a shrieking voice come from Gautham's bedroom.
I ran to his room and blood was oozing from his palm. I quickly picked up the first aid kit.
"How did this ha
ppen??" I panicked. I pulled him to the bathroom and washed his cut in the running water.
"I am fine," he said.
"Yea yea! I can see how fine you are!"
Then I made him sit on the bed and applied some antiseptic on his cut.
"You care for me, don't you?"
"Of course!" The words were already out before I realized. Of course, I loved him, cared for him, but at the moment I was supposed to stay angry.
"I mean, I don't" I said. But, it was too late to change. His crooked smirk on his face said it all. Quickly after dressing up his cut, I rose up, and there I saw my perfume bottle lying on the floor in bits and pieces.
"How did my perfume land in your room?" Just then, I saw the suitcase fully emptied, on the bed. "And my suitcase?"
Then the realization came filling me in. My things were back on the vanity table. I opened the closet and found all my dresses hanging in there.
"Why did you shift my clothes to your room?" I asked, folding my hands in front of my chest. That was when I felt the fluffy material of the towel against my hand! Shit! How did I forget I was in a towel? I better grab a dress before I sort out this bedroom issue.
Just when I was about to pull a dress from the closet, his hand met me and held it tightly behind my back, making it impossible for me to escape.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Playing cricket!" I rolled my eyes!
I heard his deep chuckle, right in my ears.
"Can't you see? I am taking my clothes! Just let me go!"
"I will never let you go!" he rustled in my ear, his breath fanned across my bare shoulders. I felt a deep meaning of the words he spoke. It carried so much intensity.
"Those clothes, they do don't do any justice to what I am seeing now, Shakthi!"
His arms looped around my waist, pulling me hard towards him. His naked chest pressed against my bare shoulders. While he pushed my wet hair to one side of my shoulder, his fingers brushed my shoulders, giving me goose bumps. I felt his lips press on my nape. He started to kiss me on my shoulders and slowly turned me, making me face him. He knew the right places to make me crumble. He started working on my sensitive spot, making my knees go weak. I fisted his hair, pulling him closer to me which earned a throaty groan from him.
'Your acting skills are just amazing'
'I know that you are just after my money!'
'You've been cheating on me!'
All his words rang in my ears. I peeled myself off him, grabbed my clothes and escaped to the washroom, without meeting his eyes! I knew that if I utter a single word, I would end up hurting him which I didn't want to do! I don't want any further damage done to our relationship! Enough was already done!
I changed quickly and I made up my mind to talk about the bedroom thing with him.
"Gautham!" I called him while he was on the phone.
"Talk to you later!" he murmured into the phone.
"What are my things doing in your room?" I questioned.
"Our room" he corrected me.
"Things don't work out like this, Gautham! Whenever you want, you chase me out and whenever you want, you put my things back into your room! I am not your maid! I am your wife!" I said.
"You have the answer for your question!" He laughed and walked away.
If he had persuaded me to stay here, it was not going to be a big deal to share his room. Somewhere I also felt happy, to be back to our room! How many nights have I spent, thinking about when I would get back to our room, when I would wake up to his adorable face! So, finally the day had come, so I decided to accept it with open arms.
I did all the chores around the house that I hadn't been doing for the past few days. I was on autopilot during the past month that these things hardly mattered to me. By the time I was done, Gautham who had gone out had also returned.
"Get dressed." His words diverted my attention from Candy Crush.
"But why?" I asked him.
"Wear this!" he ordered, giving me a box. Did he say he was making it up to me? By ordering me around, he was nowhere close to it!
"I won't get dressed unless you tell me why!"
"So stubborn, as always," he said and I rolled my eyes! We all know who the stubborn one here was!
"Dinner, that is still due!" he answered my question.
Chapter 41-The Enthralling Dinner
Shakthi's POV
"Dinner, that is still due!" he answered my question.
It was almost three months ago when he had promised me dinner!
"I am not going anywhere with you, Gautham!"
He pulled me by my arms, leaving me breathless. His arms circled my waist, pressing me to his chest. "I want you dressed, now!" his voice was low.
"I won't!"
"I don't mind dressing you up!" he said with a smirk and I already felt his hand lowering the strap of my top.
"Okay... I will!" I said.
He smirked. "Good!" He pecked my lips and disappeared.
I picked up the box that was lying on the couch and went into the bedroom. I felt really tired after all the work I did, so I had a quick shower. Afterwards, I eagerly opened the box to see the expensive dress that he had bought.
It was a beautiful chocolate brown dress, with a sweetheart neckline. It completely covered my arms with its full sleeves. It clinched at my waist making my upper waist look even narrower. The materials hung loose below my waist with the hem of the dress ended at my knee.
I put cream on my face to hide the wound on my forehead. I added a nude shadow to my lids with a bit of eyeliner and kajal to my eyes and finished it with mascara. My eyes were the only feature I actually liked in myself. This dress was the exact shade of my eyes.
I glossed my lips with a pink shade which made them look fuller. I remembered the promise I made to myself that I wouldn't change for him before meeting him. But now, I wanted to look good enough for him.
Just when I decided to tie my hair up, I noticed the hickey which Gautham had left on my neck last night. It had turned purplish, creating a huge need for me to hide it. I applied the concealer and let my long straight hair fall to one side to hide the love bite.
I didn't wear much jewelry except for the diamond studs.
I completed the outfit with a flat brown ballerina. I really wouldn't be able to pull off the night on stilettos with the cut I had.
After checking my appearance for the last time, I marched out of the bedroom. As I walked down the hall, I saw him. He was seated on the couch with his back facing me. I heard his foot that kept tapping the floor. Did I take that long to get ready?
"Gautham," I called, and stood behind the couch.
He stood and faced me. He was dressed in a tight charcoal black tux. It made his broad shoulders and his lean waist look sexy as hell. His bedroom hairstyle looked perfect with his silvery grey eyes adding some spice.
"You look ravishing!" he said.
"Thanks." I couldn't help but blush.
We arrived to another five star hotel. I was about to open the door but he did it for me.
“Shall we?” he said, holding his hand out.
I smiled and nervously took his waiting hand, stepping out of the car.
He handed the car keys to the valet and held me tightly by my waist and we walked to the elevator. He pressed the last button and soon the elevator dinged. As the doors opened, the entire view took my breath away.
The rooftop was beautifully decorated with flowers, and I didn't miss the jasmines. The tiny classy and cute light bulbs ran around the walls, illuminating the rooftop. Soft music played in the background, and there was a table placed in the middle. The pool on the side glowed in the full moon.
I walked to the edge of the rooftop to take in the grand view of the sea with its rising high tides and waves. The breezy air and low sound of the waves made me release all my worries and relaxed my senses. The full moon in all its glory was such a wonderful sight.
"You like it?" he asked. I turned and h
e stood just a few inches away from me.
"Yea! But, you didn't have to do all this!"
"I wanted to," he said, looking into my eyes.
"I am not after your money, Gautham. Even a dinner on the roadside would have sufficed," I said.
He looked hurt. But, I really wanted him to know that I wasn't after his money!
"I am sorry! I didn't mean those words. Just give me a chance. Please?" he pleaded.
"Okay."
His strong arm snake around my waist, pulling me closer. My heart thumped.
"You have no idea what it means to me, Shakthi." My name sounded so sexy, coming from him. His deep and husky voice made it sound more like a whisper. It sounds so erotic when he calls my name, like this!
"Shakthi?" he called me again, making my knees grow weak. "I said, your acceptance to give me a chance means a lot to me."
I smiled. This close proximity muddled my mind.
His gaze shifted to my lips as his face inched closer to mine. When I almost felt his lips touch mine, I turned my head and his lips landed on my cheek.
I started giggling, wriggling out of his arms.
He gave me his trademark smirk and a - you can't escape me - look.
We walked to the table and he pulled out the chair for me. "Thanks," I murmured with a smile on my face.
He sat opposite me.
We looked at our menus. I was dying to have some food. It got me excited to see the Chinese cuisine. There wasn’t a single dish with fish thankfully.
The waiter came with a flirty smile on his face, looking at me. I felt Gautham tense.
He took our orders. "Anything else, gorgeous?" he asked.
I couldn't help but blush.
"I want you to get the hell out of here ,now!" Gautham raged.
The waiter sped away, knowing his casual flirting might cost him his job.
"Relax, Gautham," I said, gently rubbing his hand that he had placed on the table.
"I will make sure that he gets fired," he said, sipping his glass of water.
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you laughing?"
"I can't believe that you were going to get him fired just because he was flirting with me!"
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