The Beasty Thoughts - KR Drabble. - Page 16

"I do care because it's related to me" she spoke "would you please let me know why on earth did you paint my picture?"

Her voice was cold and filled with an unknown fury, that sent shivers down his spine. He was spellbounded, and it he could force himself to realize that it was something he had been missing in his life. He missed the agony of a woman hurting his overpowering pride, he had missed her fury, the rage, and even though he could see her standing in his corridor, all fumed up, he felt a towering relief wash over him.

She stood there grim faced. looking at him staring her, but it didn't feel awkward or creepy. And she wondered why.

"Because I'm not selfish enough to not think about other people." He spoke, turning his back to her.

It was enough, it wasn't like she did not value his efforts or anything. It was just that she wanted a proper answer and it was hurting her ego. "That's it. You make one hell of a painting, you amaze me with your talent and in the end you just stand there, doing nothing but looking at me, with those round stupid, stupid eyes of yours. Don't you think I deal with enough idiots who do nothing but stare at me while I give out the presentation everyday? Or the paperwork? Or the laborious hours that these private companies take away from my life!"

"Kriya.." he started but was butted off.

"Is this my life? Working over in the office all day for nothing but a few dollars, and coming back to deal with an idiot that you are and a jerk and a moron and-"

Where was the egoistic compelling girl he had first seen? He wondered as he took little steps leading towards the girl who was now sitting on the couch, pale and lifeless, complaining and cribbing about her life. He knew how much trouble it was being for her, working her ass off for nothing but a company.

His lips crashed softly upon hers, his hands ran down to her back, pulling her closer to himself. Her little body framed against his as she made sure to give him all that he wished for. He kissed her passionately pushing her more and more into his own self. He did not hold anything back, he gave her all that a woman could possibly desire for. And that was something she loved.

Once he was away, she found herself lying on the couch, looking at the overpowering proud smirk that he wore on his face.