Chapter Three

Get Out Of The Kitchen

POOJA

I sat on the grand staircase with Kabir's dog right next to me as I listened to the shouting coming from the dimly lit kitchen.

"I want her gone Kabir!" Tanya screamed, "I know she's not just your personal assistant. Jessi told me of the office escapades, of how it reeks of sex, Every. Damned. Day! About how you looked at her! I want her out of my house. Now!"

"This is not your house Tanya. It's mine and as I've said twice before, she is staying, if it bothers you, leave." I could hear the fatigue and boredom in his voice, I couldn't see him, but I could tell he was rolling his eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're not even going to try to deny it! I'm your fucking wife..."

"So you keep telling me. But you and I both know I didn't marry you. I married your father's company and that's the only marriage I plan on honoring."

"YOU ASS!" She screamed before the sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the house.

I followed Austin as he stood and bolted towards the kitchen, my heart was pounding against my ribs as I sought an injured Kabir. However, he was fine. He sat at the kitchen bar, a glass of burnt sienna colored liquid in one hand while browsing through his iPad with the other. It was as if he were having a normal everyday conversation with his wife.

"I believe that is why the staff dislikes you," He stated, downing the rest of his drink in one gulp before pointing to the fragments of broken glass behind him.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to me, her brown eyes wide, her entire body shaking;

"This is what you want? This plain..."

"That's not very hospitable of you wife." Kabir reprimanded, his attention focused entirely on my legs, I had changed into a pair shorts and a tank top while he was out, and now I wish I hadn't. He was eye fucking me with his wife not even three feet away.

"I will fucking destroy you Kabir. I'll tell magazines, newspaper and any blog who listen about how you're treating me! I will make sure your public image is so deep in the mud, Mittal Enterprise will lose millions!"

His jaw tightened and his eyes darkened as he stood up. Austin laid down, placing his paws over his face as if hiding and if I weren't terrified, I would have laughed. Kabir stepped towards her and her facade faltered, quickly retreating.

"Are you threatening me?" He hissed, now standing directly in front her. She opened her mouth, but he put his finger to her lips, "No, you know this Tanya, you wanted this. You wanted to be my wife and you have it. But you should also know if you ever threaten me again, I will make life much harder for you. That same piece of paper you signed that makes me your husband, gives me full control of your bank accounts. So tell me, after you've spoken to the press, gotten your book deal, maybe join the Real Housewives of New York, what will you do when it's all gone? We both know you wouldn't make it a year. Damaged image or not, I will still have billions. So, accept this and in three years you get 50 million and your dignity."

"What if I got my own toy? If I fucked around on you! Because I will. I'm hot. I'm beautiful and before you men were falling at my feet, they still are!"

"As long as they don't fall on my property sweetheart, go crazy." He stated and she slapped him. I didn't blame her but it took everything I could not to move from my spot. I was frozen before but her actions seemed to have thawed my reactions, but, this wasn't my fight, he wasn't mine.

Kabir stared at her, emotionlessly, as if she hadn't just struck him and Tanya seemed to realize that she wasn't winning this battle.

"I love you, we can make this work Kabir, I know we can. We just need to get to know each other and we can't do that with her here. Please." Her plea apparently fell on deaf ears.

He didn't say anything and angrily she pulled herself from him ,stomping in my direction, however, she stopped right in front of me, her eyes stormy, yet surprisingly flat given the color.

"I pity you." She sneered at me, "You're nothing but his dirty little plaything and I promise you this, it is not over."

"Mrs. Mittal." Was all I could say before she was on her way. I felt myself take a deep breath, leaning against the stove. She couldn't have been more than a few feet away and no doubt still able to see when he came up behind me, brushing my hair back. But I pulled away.

"Not you too." He whispered, kissing my neck but I refused to look at him. I felt like I was...feeling too much. I made this choice and I should accept it. However, it was so different than I had imagined. I kept trying to separate myself emotionally like he did...but that felt so inhuman, unnatural and wrong.

"How do you do this? Is it just because you're a man? How can you feel nothing but lust? How can you be so unmoved, unattached?"

He sighed, pulling away from me; "I'm starting to feel anger. So before I find myself in another war of words with the nearest female in the room. I'm going to head to bed. My family will be here in the morning for breakfast, wear something presentable."

I watched him as he left with his dog before glancing around the kitchen. Noting the shattered glass in the corner near the seat Kabir previously occupied, I went in search for a broom, it took me five minutes to find it. His kitchen was bigger then the whole bottom floor of my house...Dad's house. Everything was granite and marble with gold accents. In all honesty it was my dream kitchen, the type of kitchen I stalked on pintrest and hoped to one day own.

Finally, when I was done, I walked up to my room tip toeing in the darkness until I was in bed. It felt like laying on a dozen fluffy sheep. I tried to imagine a young Kabir drifting to sleep on it. Innocent, untainted and pure. The image was harder than I thought it would be to conjure. Grabbing my journal from the nightstand, I wrote my truth;

Confession #3: Deep down I hate this. I hate that I so badly want to be with him, how badly I lust after him and I hate how complicated this is. I hate that he's not mine, yet he has this control over me. I never saw myself here, it's not what I'd dreamt about.

Closing the book, I rolled over, trying my best not to wonder where he was sleeping. I lost the battle with fatigue and I drifted out. I knew I wasn't going to have good dreams, too many negative images plagued my thoughts.

The heat on my skin as the water poured over me was heaven. I never wanted to leave this shower and just as I tilted my head up, a hand grabbed my waist causing me to jump.

"Oh my god you almost gave me a heart attack." I gasped, wiping the water from eyes.

He didn't speak; he just took my arms and pulled them from my chest so he could watch the water drip down my body. The way his eyes looked over every inch of my skin, made a familiar warmth swell between my thighs. I saw his cock rise and felt tempted to lick the water from not only it, but all of him. The water poured over his muscles slowly, as though he was staring in my own personal fantasy. I wanted... I wanted him badly, I leaned against the tiled walls and lifted one leg, rubbing it against his strong thigh. He let go of my arms before grabbing my leg and pushing against me. I moaned, pulling him closer to kiss his chest. He tasted sweet, spicy, and utterly sinful.

"I couldn't sleep last night." He whispered, lifting my face to meet his before kissing me. He lift me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist and started playing with his hair as our tongues battled.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" I whispered when we broke apart.

"Do you really want to start your five questions now?" I had forgotten about that, but the moment he said it, I smiled grabbing his face and biting his lip before kissing him.

He let go of my legs, setting me on the ground gently before turning me around, pressing me against the wall. He kissed down my spine before making his way back up. I didn't even have time to think before his cock found my ass.

"Ahh!" I moaned, water pouring into my mouth.

Pressing his hands against the wall beside my head, he thrust forward grinding against me. He kissed my back and shoulders while grabbing a hold my breast, pinching my nipples.

"I'm going to fuck you hard baby." He stated and before I could speak he did just that.

Fuck.

He pulled out before slowly thrusting in again, no doubt pacing for my sake, for me to adjust to the abuse he was about to give. Excited, I grabbed his hands, forcing him to pinch me harder.

"That's my girl."

Was the last thing I heard before he gripped my hips and began a punishing pace.

Slam.

Slam.

Slam.

Slam.

Slam.

Slam.

"More Kabir, please." I pleaded as he spread my legs apart fucking in and out of me faster than I thought possible. My legs shook, I wasn't even sure what sounds I was making, I just hoped the wall could hold us. He lifted my left leg up and just went deeper. My natural wetness dripped which encouraged him to slap my pussy over and over as he fucked me in the ass.

"So good, Oh my god! More please! Ugh fuck me." I screamed as I came with his next slap.

He pulled out of me and I slid down the tiles, gasping for breath.

"Suck me off." He commanded, his cock in my face. The water rained down on him, washing the evidence of our previous actions away.

" He moaned as he started to fuck my mouth.

"Fuck, your mouth is sin." He hissed

His eyes rolled back and his chest heaved, taking a deep breath, he stared down at me. I noticed the corners of his lips turn up as he took me in. He enjoyed seeing me with his mark and it was only when he was ready did he grab a washcloth and wipe the evidence of his obsession off my face.

Rising from my spot, I watched as he turned off the water...even though we both were still dirty.

"I didn't sleep well last night also." I told him before stepping out of the shower.

I reached for the towel, but he took it from me and threw it over his shoulder.

"Kabir, I need to dry off." I snapped at him.

He shrugged; "Air dry, I want to watch."

"Your family will be here any second, you should go get ready..."

"I rather watch you," He stated, drying his hair before flicking my nipple. "So get ready as though I weren't here."

"But you are here and this is odd. You're supposed to just fuck me and..."

"And what? I make the rules remember and I want to watch you." He smirked.

I glared at him as he dried off before crossing my arms.

"You're just trying to take a break before you fuck me again." He didn't speak, making me to roll my eyes at the truth of my words.

"Can I get a towel for my hair at least?" I pouted, there was something in his eyes before he handed me another towel of the rack.

The bathroom was large enough to fit five people comfortably, so I tried to ignore his presence, but it was harder that I thought. He sat on the edge of the tub, not at all bothered by either of our nakedness.

"Can I start my five questions now?" I asked him.

Staring at my ass, he grinned; "Is that your first question?"

"Fuck no." I said quickly, turning to face him.

"Well, go ahead then."

Sighing I thought about it for a second as I pulled the towel through my hair; "Why are you so cold? I can tell it's just an act. You wouldn't have told me about how you couldn't sleep last night if you were really that much of an asshole. You're an ass because you're trying to be not because you are, why?"

"And you know me so well?" He snapped.

"No, I don't. I don't know you at all. I don't need to know your deepest secrets but I would like to know you. What you like, dislike, hate, love. Not just through smirks, or half smiles. Even if I thought you were a monster it's not like I could walk away. I am yours for the next year, my ears are part of my body."

"Apparently so is your mouth..."

I threw my towel in his face; "See, that right there. That thing you do where you lay down your asshole card and hope to change the subject. I asked a question. You didn't give me any limitations on what I could ask and you told me you would be honest. So again, why are you a motherfucking block of ice?"

He cracked his jaw before wrapping the towel around his waist; "My family will be here soon. We will continue this later."

"Fine, whatever, run away. If you want to be with me again, you better answer." I hissed, turning away from him.

"Now you're threatening me?" He snickered.

"I'm holding back the only chip I have. " I wasn't sure how many times I could use that line, but he couldn't just walk over me.

"Noted." He stated before leaving.

My shoulders dropped after he had left and I rested against the counter. Staring at my reflection, I counted the number of bite marks he had left on my breast, arms, and shoulders. It was funny, I hadn't even felt them...I still didn't. If he wanted to act like an immature prick, I would treat him like one. Walking out into the room, I threw the dress I planned on wearing to the floor and grabbed a pair of shorts and my favorite Metallica t-shirt with the black half-sleeves, I grabbed a pair of sunglasses too. He wanted me to dress nicely, well fuck him. I was going to dress comfortably and anyway I motherfucking felt like. Stepping into my converse, I felt a little proud of myself.

"Come in." I stated at whoever knocked. Logically, I knew it wouldn't be either Kabir or Tanya.

Raghu stepped in, opened his mouth to speak but just couldn't get past my shirt. Normally, I would flip a lid at any man staring staring at my chest so intently, but in Raghu's case, I knew he was just confused and perhaps a little amused.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were dressed." He said, turning to leave, but I just laughed.

"I am dressed Raghu, did you need something?" I asked before crunching down to tie my shoes.

"Mr. Mittal wanted me to let you know breakfast is being served and his family has arrived. Are you sure you want to go down like that?"

Smiling I nodded; "Thank you Raghu and next time tell him to get his lazy ass up the stairs."

"I will pretend I didn't hear that." He smiled just as Austin ran in barking loudly. "See you in a moment."

"See you." I said, running my hands through Austin's fur when he left. "Well look at you, shouldn't you be with Kabir?"

He barked, licking my hand and I just laughed. I really liked this dog. Sitting on the couch, I waited, if his family had just arrived, that meant they were doing the awkward greeting and hugging. I would not stand there and have them judge me. If I waited ten minutes, they would be all seated. But just to tick him off further, I waited twenty.

"Show time Austin." I winked at him as I rose from the chair and walked over to the door.

Laughter filled the entire bottom of the house as I walked down the stairs.

"And then he ran into the street, half naked with dog shit on his foot yelling at the neighbor's kids as they ran for dear life."

"They're motherfucking lucky I ain't killed them. I told you we need a gun!" Another booming voice rang out.

"No guns!" Three female voices rang out together.

"Dad..." His voiced cut off when I stepped in to the dining room. There sat four women, dressed in pearls and sun dresses, their hair perfectly curled, next to them, there husbands all in dress shirts and pants with their damn fancy shoes like a fucking 1960's special.

Kabir, who looked tense sitting with Tanya, while staring at the newspaper in his hand, had no choice but to look up when the voices stopped. His eyes met mine and for a split second he looked relieved, that was until he noticed my clothing. His eyebrow twitched and it looked like he was grinding his teeth.

"Hello..."

"Everyone, meet Kabir's personal whore!" Tanya cut me off, downing what was no doubt a mimosa.

"Okay, time to put Sona down for a nap." A very tiny woman with short spiky hair said, quickly lifting the baby I hadn't noticed out of her booster seat.

.

Before Tanya could speak again, I broke in; " I'm Kabir's personal assistant, and since this about to get super awkward, I'm going to grab an apple, take Austin here for a walk and leave you to it."

Taking an apple from the center of the table right past Kabirs' head, I went to stand straight again but he grabbed a hold of my hand.

"Kabir, what the hell is going on?" P k snapped at him as Kabir I battled with our eyes.

"Nothing, she's just a whore." He hissed, releasing me.

I pushed the pain aside and took his coffee too; "Not until you made me one. I'm so sorry I interrupted your breakfast."

I ran out of there as fast as I could without actually running. But I still couldn't outrun their voices. So I stopped at the stairs pressing my back up against it.

"What the hell are you doing Kabir, I raised you better than this." A man who I had to be P k yelled.

"I don't have to explain this to you. It's my house. My guest. My life."

"Kabir, honey I just don't understand." That sounded like Suman.

"You see how selfish he is?" Tanya. I knew it had to be her.

"I for one think its fine."

"What, we all know their marriage is a sham. He shouldn't be..."

"I can't believe you. They made an oath."

"Oath my ass, at least with her he isn't being tricked out of his money."

"It looks like no one here is willing to fuck you Tanya, so..."

"Sonali!"

There was short whistle from the door. There stood Raghu with a little brown bag.

"Just incase you need more than an apple. It's best you stay out of the house for some time." He smiled, dropping it in my hand.

"You're one cool cat Raghu."

"I felt much cooler before you said that, now go."

Nodding, Austin and I walked on the path onto the beach. I wasn't sure how long I should stay out, but I was glad at least that I had remembered to grab my cell phone.

"This is your playground Austin, where should we go?" I asked him, knocking back the asshole's coffee. I almost gagged at how much sugar was in it, Jesus.

Kabir had a sweet tooth for more than just sex it seems.

I felt like a teenager, sneaking back into the house, tiptoeing up the stairs. My converse hung by their laces as I creeped.

Austin ran up the stairs sitting there, just staring at me with what seems to be impatience.

"Show off." I hissed at him.

And he barked.

"Shh!" I snapped at him, rushing to my room. The moment I reached the door, I jumped in quickly, closing the it behind me and sighing against it.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"AH! Shit!" I shrieked, turning around to find Kabir resting on the futon at the end of the bed, a glass of his prefered drink in hand. He didn't look at me. He didn't have to, he just laid there. The snifter in his hand was so low that Austin sniffed it.

" you're going to give me a heart attack one day damn it."

"Stop yelling. I've had my fill for the day, thanks to you."

Me! Fuck him!

"Thanks to me? Thanks to motherfucking me! You no good piece of shit! This is all because of you! What did you think was going to happen? Tanya was just going to roll over and take it? Your family would be fine with this? I told you not to bring me..."

"I brought you because I fucking need you!" He roared before sitting up and downing the drink in his hand.

"You need me?" I whispered softly, "You don't even know me."

"I know enough. I know you aren't from this life. You are from Indore," He sneered advancing upon me, "Woody, green, wet Indore, your father is a drunk who cares more about fishing then he does you. Your mother's dead and you're all alone. You're broken...."

"Say one more word I swear I will walk out of here and never come back, contract be damned."

He was so close, I tried to back up but ended up pressed against the door.

"Ask me your question again." He spoke directly onto my lips.

It took me a moment to remember what question he was talking about. But staring into his eyes, I felt compelled to answer, to find out more about the stoic shell of a man before me.

"Why are you the so callus?"

"My father made me this way. Every time I cried, laughed, smiled or even fucking sneezed he didn't appreciate it. He would break one of my bones, hold me under water, leave me in the woods all the while my mother was too afraid to stop him. One day I rebelled, told him I was going to the police, he got angry, he pulled out a gun and aimed it at my face but my mother shielded me. She took the bullets, one that were meant for me, I sat there, wrapped in my dead mother's arms until she was cold. When he was sober, he shot himself...all in the sleepy town of indore. You're broken. I am too, I didn't want to spend another family gathering with people who just don't get it. Satisfied?" He sneered at me.

I wanted to cry, but I didn't. I just wanted to comfort him, make him feel better the only way I knew how.

"Not yet." I whispered, kissing him deeply. The glass that he was holding fell to the floor as he picked me up and led me to the bed. The moment I felt the softness under me, I pulled at his shirt, the buttons flying off in different directions. He broke us apart, just enough to pull my shirt off and my shorts down my legs.

Laying back, opened my legs for him, instead he took them and kissed my toe, working up my legs, thighs and not stopping until he reached my pussy. He licked it once, that alone was enough to have my back arching, I held his hair, pulling him up just enough that I could push him onto his back. He stared at me as I took his cock and slid on to it.

"Ahh..." I moaned, my eyes closing.

"Fuck." He moaned in return.

Riding him, I pressed my hands onto his chest, him filling me was the most thrilling thing I had ever felt. Each time he tried thrust up, I slowed, much to his frustration. His hands went to my breast, pulling them closer to his face as he took them into his mouth.

"Umm..." I whimpered in pleasure as his teeth played with my nipples, while he pulled hard on the other, "Fuck. Kabir."

I wanted to take control, but I couldn't stop him...mostly because I didn't want to stop him. Rolling us over, he pinned my hands over my head. He stared down at me and I couldn't help myself, I blushed.

Damn it!

"You're beautiful." He whispered softly before kissing me, his hips continued their adulation, moving his cock slowly in and out of me.

It was different, since we had first started having sex, it was always hot, rough, porn worthy. This was soft, he brushed my hair back and I arched up into him, wrapping legs around his waist as he drove himself deeper and deeper into me. His hands fit into mine, everything was so.... sensual. So slow, passionate, like he wanted to drag out every moment of every action... he was making love to me.

Releasing his hands, I grabbed hold onto the side of his face staring into his eyes. His mouth fell open slightly as we breathed each other in.

"Ugh..." He hissed, gathering me into his arms as we sat in the middle of the bed.

I wrapped myself around him, I latching on to him as closely as I could, moaning into his ear.

"I want you to cum with me." He whispered, kissing the side of my face, his hands holding my ass.

"Kabir... I can't..."

"No baby, feel it with me. Now." He said. My forehead on his, and I felt it, we just wanted each other, our breaths were sharp and quick, until neither of us could stand it any longer. It snapped.

"POOJA, shit."

"UH...KABIR, fuck."

He and I stayed there, frozen for a minute, basking in our act, before he fell back on the bed. I giggled when his arms wrapped around me, holding me in place and stopping me from getting off his cock. We laid for a moment, just breathing in the emotions that were swirling in the air.

"Don't look at me differently." He whispered, playing with the wayward strands of my hair.

"What?" I wanted to look up at him, but I was worried that he would stop talking.

"P k and Sumantook me in after my father killed my mother and himself...they had been family friends for years and they felt guilty for not knowing. I became the kid they always worried about. Is Kabir going to do something drastic if he gets too upset? Just let Kabir do whatever he wants he's had a tough life. " I couldn't imagine how that must have felt.

"So can I ask the rest of my questions now?" I sat up on his chest, enjoying to movements of him still inside of me.

He smiled, brushing my hair back; "Ask away."

"Question two; why did you give me your childhood bedroom?"

"I have a love hate relationship with this place. My mother loved this house, she designed this room. Yet, I always hated how I could hear them fighting, I remember my father jiggling the handle to try and get in, I wanted you here because I wanted it filled with a new memories."

"And here I thought it was because of the view." I whispered, not sure how to respond to that.

"Question three?"

"You made love to me."

He paused before nodded; "I did."

"Why?"

"I wanted to feel something...I wanted to feel you."

"Even though 'I'm just a whore.'"

He frowned before sitting up, forcing me to move with him; "I was angry and annoyed, I'm sorry. I've told you, that's not what you are."

"It wasn't what you said, but how you said it. I really enjoy us Kabir, but this is complicated..."

"If she gives you any more problems, tell me and I will handle it."

"Do I really have to face your family? It's so awkward."

He sighed; "Yes. I need you there. Don't worry, they will learn to accept it. I'm 28 years old, what I do in my bedroom, or in my cars, or office or jet..."

"I get it, damn, we fuck everywhere." I laughed.

"Exactly, you are my personal assistant. Personal in every aspect and for the next year they will just deal."

"Quest..."

He kissed me quickly; "Your done for the day, that's five total."

"Damn it, I was just getting started." I pouted.

He grinned and his eyes shined as his fingers found their way to my chest once again; "So was I."

"You're going to fucking break me Kabir! Where does all this..." He cut me of tackling me on to the bed.

We rolled around the sheets and I laughed as he tickled my sides. For the first time, I could see us more as than just two people who fucked, but actual friends.