FF - The Promise - updated CH 102 on 23rd May - Page 72

Chapter 96

He had been watching her for a while, taking in everything about her, her hair; the way that one untamed stray strand kept bothering her and she kept flicking it away. God.. he wanted to run his fingers through her long glorious dark midnight black hair, feel it slip through his fingers. Her eyes; the way they twinkled when she was happy. God.. he wanted to look into those deep intense eyes and find the same burning look he was sure blazed in his eyes right now as he watched her. Her mouth; the way she pouted when her friends teased her. God.. he wanted that scorching luscious mouth of hers on his, both of them fighting for control. He was loosing control... Her long sensuous neck, her husky voice, her glorious perky breasts, the sexy curve of her back, her ass round and succulent, her long and enchanting legs... There was so much of her to take in and so little time to do just that. He wanted.. no... needed a decade of just gazing at her and yet he would find it too little a time.

How could someone entrance him so? She would have to be a Siren. Yes.. that is what she is... A Siren.. or maybe an Angel... yes... an Angel.

(FYI - In Greek mythology, the Sirens were dangerous and beautiful creatures, portrayed as female fatales who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island.)

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Madhu faltered a couple of times on her way to the washroom as she walked through the dim lit hallway. She stuck to the wall like wall paper, taking support from it as she walked. Walking upright in heels can be considered a great feat for those under the influence. She staggered into the washroom and locked the door behind her. She leaned on the closed washroom door for a few seconds as she took as couple of deep breaths trying to bring it under control. She groped the wall to her left looking for the light switch. The light flickered a few times as she turned it on. Madhu took a few steps to the counter and held onto it for support. She continued to breathe heavily, mainly because the effect of the eyes still held onto her and would not let go of her. Madhu tried to calm her breathing down. As she calmed down some, she urged herself to look into the mirror. She gasped as she saw the similar look in her eyes that he had held.

No!! I need to stop this. I cannot do something like this? What if Abby saw me? How would I be able to explain myself?

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He watched her look around searching for him. He knew she had felt him... felt him look at her. And when she found him, she had found him. He watched her react to his gaze. She tried to not let it effect her at first, even tried to ignore it... but it seemed that her body had a mind of its own. She shivered under his gaze and tried to look away at first but she couldn't resist and needed but just one more look.

Mistake. Just one more is never enough.. that is how you get addicted. And addicted she was, just like him. His addiction had started the first time he laid eyes on her and now he was hooked. No detox or rehabilitation centre would be able to help. He was beyond help. He was so past the line of no return that if he turned back he would not be able to even spot that line anymore. But he was glad that she was on the same boat as him.

Yes she was as mesmerized with him as he was with her. He almost smiled when he saw her breathing fasten with a mere moistening of his lips. He really wasn't trying to be a tease when he licked his dry aching lips. Yet he was happy that he had the same effect on her as she had on him. Even at this distance he could feel her nipples harden and the sweat gather at the valley of her breasts when he sucked on the lime. He was not left unaffected. The room had faded away ages ago... It was just him and her.. her and him. She had no idea that her every unintentional movement was just driving him crazy, to the point of no return. He pictured taking her right there on the bar stool, pressing her hot aching body against the cool metal backing of the bar stool, letting her experience both hot and cold at the same time and then on the bar itself, amongst the flowing liquid that leaves a person intoxicated yet the only thing intoxicating him would be her and then on the dance floor under the lights as they danced off her curves. He felt his pants tighten to the hilt and his mouth salivate as she unknowingly stretched her back forward. He clutched the leg of the table in a tight grip, a grip so tight there was a possibility that it could crumble like chalk if he held on any longer. It was worse than torture not to be able to go to her and make her his.

Luckily for him, she chose that moment to make herself scarce. He watched as she made her way to the back, towards the washroom, on wobbly feet. For a second he wondered if that were the effect of alcohol or of him. Heart of hearts he wished it to be the latter.

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Madhu splashed cold water on her face. She would have to make do with just a cold water splash on her face. Though a cold shower did seem like what she would need. But beggars cannot her choosers... right? She grabbed a wet toilette from her clutch and wiped the water and sweat. Refreshed... feeling a little confident in herself now, she reapplied her meagre make-up of lip colour and mascara. She looked at herself in the mirror again as she gathered her confidence, ready to face the world outside. She would not let her body control her mind. Mind over body... Yes that is how it should be. She walked towards the door, more sober and clear headed than before. Mind over body.. mind over body... yes just keep repeating it Madhu... Mind over body...

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He took this alone time to calm his heightened senses. But found himself steeling glances in the direction of the washroom. It wasn't helping that she was out of sight. The longer she was away the more impatient he got. Where was she? Why was she taking so much time?

He glanced at his watch. He tapped the table impatiently as he constantly kept craning his neck trying to spot her. He looked at his watch yet again. Damn.. it was only 12 seconds since he last looked at his watch. Did Father Time decide to take an unscheduled nap? Arrrghhh... Finally not being able to take it anymore he rose and followed her to the back.

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"Uhh.." Madhu moaned in pain as he griped her wrist tightly and pulled her out of the washroom. Before she even realized what was happening, she found herself pitted against the wall opposite to the washroom door. She opened her mouth to yell for help but he covered her mouth quickly to prevent her from screaming. She found herself shivering but wasn't sure if it was out of fear or because he was blowing softly at her neck. Her head was still cloudy and she was confused about what was happening. She blinked her eyes a few times as they adjusted themselves to the dim lighting. Her eyes widened in fear as she took in the man accosting her. He must have been at least 6ft 2in tall, broad shouldered, heavily muscled which he showcased in one of those too tight a tee-shirt. He leaned forward, closer to her, trying to make eye-contact. She caught a whiff of booze, cigarettes and substance abuse and tried turning away, but he kept a strong hold of her. Getting into her face he said, "Hi there sweetheart... Don't be alarmed. It's just me... I saw the way you were looking at me..." He sneered at her as he took his hand off her mouth, but retained his hand on her wrist. "I wasn't looking at you... Hell.. I didn't even notice you till you grabbed me... Now will you please let me go. My friends are waiting for me and wouldn't want them to lose their prime seats at the bar when they come to see why I am delayed." She tried to sound confident, hoping it would show in her voice. She wanted to come across as someone who was strong and confident, but at the same time letting him know that she was not alone, she was there with friends and that they would come looking for her soon.

She tried to shove his hand off and manoeuvre herself around the man in front of her, but he blocked her escape. "You girls like to play games don't you? Always with the teasing, playing us like puppets... Well baby.. sometimes the puppeteer becomes the puppet.." He pushed himself flat against her nailing her against the wall with his body, while she tried to get away anyway she could. She stamped on his foot hard, but with no reaction from him. She tried to knee him but he was to close to her to do so. She even tried biting him, but that only got him more horny. "Ouuuhhh... Aren't you feisty?"

"Get off me!!" Madhu yelled as she struggled to get free.