Cut to five hours later, I lay flat on a wooden floor convulsing in pleasure. This man in my arms was most certainly not a boy, I knew it now. And the winning smile on his face would tell you he did too.
"How did I do?"
"After everything I stroked today, your ego will not be added to the list".
"You eyes give you away woman, you're so into me".
"That could be true", I started as he looked up at me with starry eyes. "In an alternate universe where pigs fly".
"You're getting stale at your game already and we've only been together ten hours. I am afraid if I am marry you, I'll turn you into a rusty housewife".
"You worry about your future potbelly. My fabulousness is rust-proof".
"So you mean if I propose, you'll say yes?"
"Am I the best you've ever had puppy? You pouty lips tell more than you let on".
"I am certain no one can top me either".
There it was the subtly concealed compliment that hit me a like a rose without thorns. This man had his way of turning me weak, slowly then all consuming.
"Hmm", he said inspecting the label on my bra that was now hanging from the edge of his bed. "34D I just knew it looking at your dress".
Was he trying to tell me he'd been around? Honey, you ain't seen nothing yet.
"La Perla, Good eye", he found the label.
He found the label? I thought about name dropping my ex at this point but it would be stooping too low and I did not want to be at the same level as this punk.
"Well, seeing as you are too tired to go for a second round, I better take my leave. I got things to do".
"Aan, aan, aan", he caught me by the arm. Alright, you want a piece of me? Shit about to go down!
"Stay for breakfast".
"Puppy, you haven't pleased me enough to stay for breakfast".
"Ouch! Even your lies hurt".
Good one, I'll give him that.
"Practice hard. Until next time", I winked and grabbed my bags to leave.
I could see that sly smile on his face as the realization hit him: there would be a next time.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't give a night's play another minute of my time. But today calls for extreme measures. He is my client's mistake, I mean kid. So, I have to humor him. Plus, who knows I might just get a few orgasms out of it.
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The day was about to end when I saw him struting toward my glass cased corner office in a cobalt blue suit tagged at a little less than ten grand. Not his money of course. The Patek Phillip on his wrist was another $7000. Okay, I was a little too interested in his style but I was perfect at pretending to be busy.
"Bagels anyone?" he waved a brown bag full of creamy goodness in an empty room. Clearly, I was his only audience but I knew he was hoping I reach out to snatch the food and he would pull away.
He lifted the lid of a cup of coffee and purposely wafted the scent toward me.
"Cinnamon dolce latte, two sugars, full cream, extra hot".
I was so delighted I could kiss the man.
"Impressive".
"Of course, who am I?"
"Rich brat"
He pouted, hoping for a better answer.
"Love sick puppy?"
"Awesome in bed", he passed the coffee to me. "And, without a doubt, the one, the only, Rishabh Kundra".
"Good to know there's only one of you. The day we have two is when the world will end".
"No, that's when angels will sing. Think about it, a kid who has a cocktail of your genes and mine will be a total genius. Don't you think?"
Probably but I wasn't going to tell him that.
"Ha! Like you can get in my pants again".
"I did, last night".
"Now jerk off thinking about for the rest of your life cause it ain't happening again".
"But it is", he dangled the front row Opera house tickets in front of my eyes.
Enticing offer but I will not sell out for two tickets.
"Try harder".
"So you're considering?"
No kid.
"I have work to do. Go play in daycare!"
"Tomorrow is the deposition", he pulled out a chair and sat opposite me.
"Which is why you need to leave".
"I want to know what you are doing to my company". He had the game face on.
"You don't get to see the cards in my turf Kundra. I'll handle it".
"I do not want this ego of yours hanging out with your cleavage tomorrow. You better get your head on straight", he said through clenched teeth.
"One phone call and your arse will be on that corner street faster than you can say 'daddy'. I took you on as a favour to your father and just because I slept with you once, you do not get to talk to me this way".
"Relax".
"I don't take orders".
"I am sorry".
"As you should be".
"My work is important to me like yours is to you. I can take you calling me names when we're in bed but when I come to the bullpen, I am your boss and you give me the same respect you do your other clients. Understand?"
So he had a pair? But not big enough to mess with me.
"Listen kid, you are not here on my hours so you're wasting my time. And if you want to be respected, don't come cry to me. Earn it".
If I had an hour of free time and the patience to sit with a man so terrifyingly like me, I would have told him all my know hows. He looked so pitiful even with that confident exterior. But that wasn't me and I convinced myself I didn't have the time nor the energy to raise a child.
Yup, he needed some serious growing up.
"Okay, the next time I come to you I would have earned it". He got up to leave.
"I'll be counting the days".
Did the boy get butt hurt a little too much? Who cares when I got a bagel out of it. Just looking at the foodie goodness was giving me serious case of munchies.
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I saw him next morning at the deposition table sporting a pout and a giant grudge against yours truly. Real grown up!
"Good morning princess. Did your carriage get here on time?" I teased him.
He did not respond.
"Don't tell me you're giving me the silent treatment".
"You deserve it", he mumbled looking at his nails.
"How cute. Now sit up straight. The rivals are on their way".
"You sit up straight", he screamed like an elementary school kid.
I watched him shuffle in his chair and for a minute, he looked just like my papa when he was angry. The wrinkled forehead, the cursing under his breath, the judgmental side eye, all reminded me of how my dad would fight with mum when he was alive. But just like mum, I wasn't going to feed the horse more fodder by playing into his act.
The negotiations ended early. The other side was not willing to budge on the settlement amount we proposed. God knows we might have to go to court at this rate. In short, Mr. Junior Kundra was not a happy man.
"Is this how you do your job? Because your way is shit!" he point blank called me out in front of my associates. All of sudden all eyes in the firm were on me.
"Do you need a sand bucket or ten? Because the way I see it, your tail is on fire".
"Madhubala! I am half a nail away from letting go of my last shred of patience".
I started walking away. Now was not the time nor the place to kick this sucker where he belonged. People were watching and the way he was going, our picture would be on the front page of city tabloids by morning. He followed me into the elevator.
"Are you asking to get fired?" I said.
"No, I am asking you to take my case seriously".
"I know what I am doing. All you have to do is sit back and watch me do it. Trust me".
"Why should trust you? You don't give me a reason to, just like you don't have a reason to respect me".
"How long have you been sitting on this punchline?"
"All of last night", he lowered his head in shame.
"Next time you point me out like that, you will have to peel your remains off the walls".
"Yes ma'am".
"Get in". My driver opened the car door for us.
"Where are we going?"
"My place".
It took him two seconds to turn back into the cheery fairy that he always was.
"Admit it, you're totally into me", he had the last word.
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