vengeance
vengeance
With his eyes meet hers, he held her chin. "You know I sometimes forget to blink when I see you." They shone full of devotion as if staring at his most precious treasure.
"Liar."
"See, I 'don't blink." He widened his eyes and closed the distance. As she was immersed in his eyes, he grasped her shoulders and guided her closer into his embrace.
His face was an inch away from her. Both 'didn't dare to blink.
It somehow turned into a staring contest. One who closed his eyes lost.
The world went still. Their nose touched, a heavy breath fell on her cheeks. Her pink-tinged cheeks and luscious moistened lips were enticing.
Ira licked his lips a few times to distract him. Her technique 'wasn't bad, but 'it's never good enough. Vivan gave up first.
A soft chuckle escaped their tight lips at his defeat. In return, Vivan held her head, and his tongue slid deep. She closed her eyes and brushed his hair all the time.
Right before they went breathless, they heard the door click.
Ira pushed Vivan to resume her earlier stance and looked towards the door.
The footsteps were soft and practically inaudible, but she could hear someone outside the door.
''Who is it?'' she pondered.
Steve, who was just outside the door, heard the conversation and her laughter.
He felt skeptical. He was the one who made a mistake and left Ira, yet why was there bitterness in his heart.
He had doubts regarding the documents, so he returned only to hear their talk.
''Why are you standing here and eavesdropping on their love talk? What do you want to know more? Are you an idiot?'' he reprimanded himself and left feeling dejected.
But just as he was leaving. The door closed.
The sudden disturbance irritated Vivan. He frowned when Ira moved away.
Anger surged within him as he cursed the person outside the door. 'I pray someone disturbs you when you have a sweet time with your wife.'
They could continue after they reached home. No one would disturb them there. With the thought, he calmed down.
He saw Ira scanning the door. She adjusted her clothing and crossed her arms.
He shifted closer to her, "Tell me what you were going to do with A.K." His tone was so enthusiastic.
"Wait and watch. My vengeance has just begun." smiled evilly.
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A. K. returned to the hotel to find Clara waiting for him.
The room was dark, and only a yellow lamplight illuminated the bed.
Glass pieces of the table were still shattered on the floor.
She was on the bed in the same state as he left her in the morning. Wrapped in the sheets, Clara had buried her head in her knees.
When she raised it, he saw her eyes puffed red as if she cried for the day. Her pitiful appearance could surely give surge to a protective feeling in men. But the man in front of her remained unfazed.
She wiped a drop of tear from the corner of her damp eyes, "How is the situation, darling?"
A.K. eyebrows bent in annoyance when he heard her fake voice. It creeped him out and disgusted him.
"A.K. Are you okay? Is it resolved?" her voice whimpered she hugged her knees.
"Leave." he roared.
"Sorry..... A.K. 'don't cut me off your life. Please, I love you. I cannot live without you." She pleaded with a pale, weak, sullen look.
"Why are you still here?" he said with no mercy with eyes full of loathing.
She stuttered, "No...No..." Underneath the quilt, her hand was clutched the sheet tight.
"Don't act" A. K. found her irritating. He felt her scalp tingling.
The whole person looked drained. His eyes drooped, and sweat slid his forehead. Tired and exhausted, he 'didn't want to engage in the bothersome person. How did he manage to date the fake person all this time?
"Okay. Please cool down. You take care I am leaving." His temper is stubborn, and he 'won't turn to persuasion. Clara knew that well. Thus, she decided to leave now and think of her plans.
She got out of the bed and bent down to pick up her clothes, scattered on the floor as she dragged herself to the washroom.
"Good riddance," A.K said aloud. He heard a click on the door.
Clara knew the man behind her back was an emotionless person. She had no hopes he would pity her.