ASAEL

A WEEK LATER...

How far can any obsession go? Mine was way past turning back. Verena has consumed my every thought.

I was holding back despite how every cell of my body screamed at me to claim her. She was mine. And I needed her to know that.

In a few more months she will graduate and I will be free from my so-called marriage.

I will be free to do whatever I want with her. Free to have her beside me however I wanted.

But resisting for a few months seemed daunting when I fantasised about her every moment.

Today in class, she shamelessly winked at me making me lose my focus and all I could think about was grabbing her by the throat and fucking her into oblivion, damn the consequences.

I let out a deep breath to calm myself just as the elevator opened into my penthouse.

I paused as I stepped inside. I could hear my television running when I clearly turned it off before leaving.

Someone was in my apartment.

I had my pistol out instantly and loaded it as I made cautious steps towards my living room.

Creeping close, I could make out the cricket commentary running on the TV.

With my gun pointed ahead, I stepped inside the living room but halted when a familiar dark head came into view.

Sighing, I stuffed my gun inside my pocket. "You are supposed to be home."

Arien was solely focused on watching the cricket match, his back to me. "So are you."

"I told you, I will be back in a couple of months." I walked over to him and sat down beside him on the couch.

With his arms spread on the back of the couch, Arien leaned back, busy watching the match.

A subtle frown touched his forehead, his eyes finally sliding over to me when the ads came on. "She has you wrapped around her finger. You said you will be gone for only two months. It's been two years now."

My jaw clenched. "Don't bring Verena into this."

"She is the only reason why you are not coming back. You want her but you won't even fuck her."

"Don't talk about her in that way," I warned.

He rolled his eyes. "Sure." He leaned forward to grab a half-empty glass of liquor and tipping his head back, finished it.

Another glass, full of whiskey was on the table which he grabbed and handed over to me. "Here. I made you a drink."

I took it from him, taking a small sip of it.  "Why are you here?"

"And I thought you were missing me." He said sarcastically.

"Don't be ridiculous, Arien. You do everything by a plan."

His expression darkened and he stared ahead at the TV. "I found a lead."

That had my attention. "Here, in States?"

He nodded distractedly. "Hmm. I will be staying here for a while."

"Are you going to tell me about it?" I asked slowly and cautiously.

"No. I am not hundred per cent sure. Only when I will have concrete evidence I will tell you."

"Aren't I supposed to be your advisor?" I drank from the glass, finishing the drink.

He tilted his head towards me. "You are my advisor, Asael. That's it. You handle the company and the family and let me do what I do best."

"You want me to step back?"

"Yes."

I frowned, loosening my tie. "It's my fight too. You can't keep me out of it."

"When the time comes, I'll make sure you are there for it. Till then, I don't need your interference."

Sweat gathered on my brows, my body feeling a little hot. "Okay," I mumbled as I wiped away the sweat from the back of my hand.

I removed my tie since it made me uncomfortable and opened the top two buttons of my shirt. "Did you increase the heating?"

He looked at me blankly. "No."

Something was wrong. I was feeling too hot for no reason.

Then all of a sudden, lust slammed into me with full force, my trousers feeling tight.

My breathing deepened as I removed my spectacles and rubbed my eyes. What the fuck?

A groan escaped me, my erection straining against my trousers.

I opened my eyes and they fell on the empty glass of whiskey which I had just drank.

My head snapped towards Arien who now looked at me amusingly. "What the fuck did you do?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I was getting bored."

He fucking drugged me. "So what?" I gritted my teeth. "You want to watch me fuck someone?"

Scoffing, he got up, straightening his shirt. "Voyeur's not my thing. On the other hand, I just wanted to speed up things for you."

Realisation dawned on me. "Arien," I growled. "Tell me you didn't--"

The ding of the elevator echoed inside the penthouse confirming my suspicions.

Arien smirked as he made his way out to the elevator. "Enjoy."

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VERENA

Unknown: Hello, Verena. This is Arien Alderidge.
Your beloved teacher is currently sick and would really appreciate your help.

Attached to it was an address and a passcode.

Verena: How am I supposed to know if this is really you? Besides, how the hell did you get my number?

A moment later, he factimed me. I turned off my camera and picked up the call and was relieved to find it was Arien only who gave me a small smirk in response and introduced himself once again.

I couldn't ask him further questions as he hung up and told me to hurry.

Asael is sick. That thought was enough for me to grab my things, call my driver and go over to the address.

Reaching his apartment building, I took the private elevator, entered the passcode and waited impatiently for it to ascend.

A minute later, the doors finally slid open and I found Arien walking towards me.

I stepped out. "Hey, is he okay?"

"He will be now." He answered dryly and walked inside the elevator, ignoring me.

Weird.

I went ahead in search of Asael when I heard a grunt coming from one direction. "Asael?"

Following that noise, I soon found myself in a living room. Sprawled on the couch was Asael, his tie lying on the floor, the top two buttons of his shirt opened giving a view of his chest, hair all messed up, his spectacles lying on the table.

He breathing heavily, an arm thrown over his face while the other...

Holy Shit. He was palming his erection over his trousers.

"Arien said...you were...sick..." I trailed off, unable to take my eyes off his lap.

"If by sick he meant drugging me, then yes." He groaned, letting his arm fall off his face.

His eyes, dark and heavy with lust clashed with mine.

"Drugging? Why would he do that?"

"You need to leave, weirdo." He murmured, panting. "I am not in my senses right now."

"Do you need anything?" I asked hesitantly.

He chuckled, low and rough. "Sweetheart, what I need right now is a warm pussy. Preferably yours."

My mouth dropped open in shock. He's drugged. I reminded myself. He doesn't mean that.

My throat felt dry, my thighs pressed together, my nipples tightening as I licked my lips.

No matter how enticing this offer is, I won't be taking advantage of him. He is drugged and not in his senses.

"Come here, my weirdo", he rasped, curling his fingers at me.

Okay. I will just go over to him. That's it. No touching him.

I walked over to him, coming to a stop in between his legs.

He stared at me intensely before pulling me down over his lap and making me straddle him.

I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself and stopped myself from moaning as I felt his cock press against my pussy.

"Asael..." I breathed.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer which resulted in me grinding over his cock making him moan.

"Fuck." I muttered to myself. "Hearing men moaning is a different kind of turn-on."

I didn't realise he heard me until his lips brushed my ear and he whispered huskily, "Get on your knees for me and you can hear me moan all night."

I whimpered softly at that, his arm tightening around me as he cupped my cheek with the other one.

His expression softened as he leaned his forehead against mine. "Hey, weirdo?"

"Y-yeah?"

Lifting his head, he smiled so beautifully that it took my breath away. "You are mine." And he planted a lingering kiss on my forehead.

Lost for words, I stayed rigid. Somehow, I managed to ask, "Yours?"

He stroked the corner of my mouth with his thumb. "Mine. You have been for a long time."

"I thought you didn't want me. You told me to stay away. You told me not to flirt. You told me it's illegal."

"Fuck the rules." He grazed his lips over my cheek, inching down to my lips.

As his lips were about to meet mine, I turned my head away causing them to land on my jaw instead. "No. Stop."

I could feel his lips curling down in a frown against my skin. "What's wrong?"

I pulled back and using his state of confusion, I scrambled off his lap and stood up on shaky legs. "You are drugged. You will probably regret all this tomorrow. Or won't. I don't know but in any case...I am not kissing you."

He scowled at me. "Why the hell not?"

"You are married, Asael. I know your marriage is only on papers but you are married and I...I don't want to be intimate with a married man. You might have had flings while being married but I can't do that. I know I flirted a lot with you, I will still do but...I don't want to kiss you. Not like this."

"My marriage will end soon." He grumbled.

"Yeah." I sighed. I was dying to kiss him but not like this. "Maybe we can wait till then."

He looked like he wanted to argue as he grinding his teeth. I waited for him to lash out at me, to call me names but he didn't.

He looked frustrated but he didn't take it out on me. A long moment later, he simply nodded. "Okay."

"Okay," I mumbled. "Will you be okay?"

"Fuck no. But you should leave."

I felt really bad. "I am sorry", I whispered.

He got up and pulled me in his arms, cradling my head and pressing another kiss to my forehead. "Shut up. You don't need to apologise for this. You have made a decision so I am going to respect it."

"Is that clear?" He stroked my hair.

"Yes."

His lips tipped up. "That's my good girl. Now, go home."