21

Creating misunderstandings!

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I quickly pushed Matt off me and stood up adjusting my clothes followed by Matt. Anger was clearly visible on Mr. Steele's face and I was trying really hard to keep a straight face and not show any sign of nervousness.

"What are you doing here?" I asked after gaining enough courage to break the awkwardness in the room.

"I texted you last night."

That text!

How can I forget his text?!

"You forgot, didn't you?" He asked, looking at my guilty face and I didn't want anything more than bury myself looking at the stare he was giving me. I felt like he was looking straight into my soul to dig out all the answers.

The room was eerily silent. All that could be heard was my heavy breathing. It felt like the clock has suddenly stopped ticking. With each passing second, the nervousness in my body grew and there was nothing that I could do to ease this nervousness except for sending Mr. Steele out, but that was next to impossible.

"Erm, babe, I'll just go and clean both of us." He said, pointing towards Sam and I nodded my head not trusting my voice.

Once he left with Sam, I looked at Mr. Steele who was giving me the intense look.

"Aren't you going to offer me something to drink?" He asked, casually.

"I-I am so sorry! Please come inside and have a seat. I'll get you coffee real quick." I spoke, frantically and rushed towards kitchen to make coffee for him.

Once I was done, I pour it into a cup and walked towards him.

"Erm, coffee." I spoke and he gave me that look, again.

"Who told you I wanted coffee?"

My eyes widened on his question and I felt like slapping myself for assuming that he would want coffee. My brain was so trained on giving him coffee so much that I didn't even think of asking him if he would like something else.

Good going, Sienna.

"I, erm, You-"

He chuckled at my nervousness and brought his hand further asking for the cup. He purposely touched my fingers as I was handing him the coffee sending shivers down my spine. I was so grateful to God for not spilling the coffee all over him.

"Sit."

I obeyed.

As if I had any other choice.

"So, are you still going to lie?" He asked, sipping the coffee while giving me the intense look.

"Lie about what?" I asked, knitting my brows.

"Your marriage."

"Uh, no. I am not married." I replied, as I continued playing with my fingers.

"So, what you mean to say is you have a baby and you are staying with a man who was hovering over you not more than ten minutes ago and still you are not married?" He asked, placing the cup on the table.

"Yes."

"Why do I find it so hard to believe?" He asked, leaning closer. My breathing hitched due to the close proximity and I almost instantly leaned back. Our breaths were dancing in the air and I felt his soft lips touch mine when he spoke again, "Do you love him?"

"Yes."

His eyes turned dark and he brought my face even closer by fisting my hair and pulling me towards him. Butterflies started fluttering in my stomach and my heartbeats went wild.

"Not like th-" I tried explaining him, but I was shushed as he smashed his mouth over mine.

You gotta be kidding me!

I wanted to push him.

I wanted him to know that he couldn't control me.

I wanted him to stop doing things which would shut my brain and make me do things I have never done before.

Making out on the couch knowing very well that Matt or Sam, anyone could see us was not stopping him from kissing me and the worst part was anything done by me to stop him would only turn him on even harder.

If I would bite his lip, he would moan loudly. If I try to pull him back by fisting his hair, he would think I am giving him a signal and if I would try to push him, uh huh, bad choice because it will make him angry leading to angry kisses trailing down towards my neck, leaving marks.

"Mr. Steele, stop! This is too much now."

For the first time in history, he obeyed. He listened to me. He stopped. But the stare he was giving me was the hard, angry with a tint of mischief. He was hard to figure out, but I was trying my best to understand his actions.

"You don't." He spoke, leaving me confused.

"Huh?"

"You don't love him."

"What?"

"Because if you did, you wouldn't have kissed me back." I just kept on looking at him in shock and he smirked. He very well knew that he won in his game. He used me just to prove a point and once again, I felt used. I was very ashamed of myself for kissing my boss not once, not twice, but many times. And I could have stopped him if I really tried, but I didn't and that's what made me shameful.

"Get out."

My words shook him and I was glad that they did. At first, he just blinked, and blinked and blinked until he was sure what he heard was right. He got off me, adjusted his tie and ruffled his hair.

"You know, you should not talk to your boss like that. It can lend you in trouble,—" He spoke, slowly, "—too much trouble." He continued.

"First, you lie to me—" He said, looking dead straight into my eyes before continuing, "—then you answer back to me and now you talk rude. Don't you have any idea how much it can cost you?"

I remain silenced.

"Do you have any idea how many people are waiting to be in your position?"

"Not enough." For the second time in the past ten minutes, I left him shocked. He didn't know I also had it in me and neither did I, but you learn so much more about you.

"Say again." He demanded and I could clearly see anger in his eyes. It was the only emotion in him which I could very well decipher because it was the only emotion he would show most of the times.

"Because if there would be too many people waiting for my job, then you wouldn't have stopped me from leaving this job when I asked for the resignation."

By now we both were standing chest to chest, looking straight into each other eyes. He wanted answers, so did I. He was confused and so was I. We both were sailing in the same ship, but the only difference was I wanted to explain everything to him, but he wouldn't let me and I was letting him explain everything to me, but he won't.

He could have fired me long way back because he thought I was lying to him because that's what he was good at, firing employees. He would fire employees for the smallest of mistakes and after I was assigned for this job, I think I had made so many mistakes and I have done so many things to anger him, not knowingly ofcourse, but be would still not fire me, even after knowing that I was not wanting to work for him.

I needed my answers.

"You could have hired someone else at much lower pay than what you pay me, but you don't let me go. Why?" I asked, not backing down. I was pretty sure that this confidence was just for today because no matter how much more new things you learn about yourself, you can not change yourself easily.

It's hard.

It's hard to be confident.

Especially in front of the most confident person in the world.

"You also think that I am married to someone else, then why are you trying to break up our so called marriage by the means of cheating? Don't you think that it's tad bit too disrespectful and low even for someone like you who thinks he has all the power in this goddamn world?"

"You want to know why?" He asked lowly, stepping closer and I gave him a slight nod.

"Because you, sweetheart, intrigue me. You make me want to know you more. You make me want to explore everything about you. You don't know how much I resist myself when you're around me, you don't know how much you work me up when you wear those dresses looking hot as hell and you definitely don't know how many times I have stopped myself from taking you right there and then on the office desk and you think staying away from me will make me hate you? No, darling. It makes me fuck you even more."

This time, I was the one shocked. His honest answer left me wondering why the hell I even asked him in the first place. It was so much for me to take in and my brain was still trying to process everything.

This was definitely not the answer I was hoping to look forward.

"Is this answer enough or do you want me to continue?" I shook my head, frantically making him laugh.

His laugh was like a melody to my ears. His laugh was once in a blue moon kind of thing which you will be able to hear if you are very lucky, which in my case, I am.

"You're cute."

And this is how ladies and gentlemen, men ruin your weekend by leaving you wondering.

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