"Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting;
It is a most sharp sauce."
      —Mercutio, Romeo & Juliet

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Isaac suddenly lifted me up, and started to carry me somewhere. I was startled by the sudden movement, and twisted my arms and legs in his hold, but this bastard had an iron like grip on me.

"Let go, bastard! Where the hell are you taking me?"

"Where do you think? I'm taking you where I can fuck some sense into you. You just don't listen when it comes to me, you know?" He said, all so casually, as if I would smile and agree to all of it.

"Put me down this instant! You can't just force me to do whatever you want to, and you can't always have your way with everything!!" I shouted with all my might, but all I got was a loud thud on a very soft surface, and a mouth over mine to silence it.

I was already in his room. On his bed. And this wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Just what did I think of, coming in here after a whole day of work with a jumbled mind and tired limbs? I can't even fight this asshole.

But maybe if I can't fight him, I will show him who's the boss. Tired of being thrown here and there by this man, I gathered as much strength as I could, and flipped us over so that I was the one straddling him now. To say that Isaac was shocked would be an understatement. He was frozen for a solid five seconds, before he asked me quietly,

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Showing you that you can't always have your way, at least not with me."

Leaning down, I kissed him again, full of passion, feeling his soft lips against mine, creating an otherworldly sensation which I wasn't going to forget in a long time. Even though both of our lips were sore and red from kissing too much, and mine even had bite marks on them, thanks to this dumbass, I couldn't stop myself.

This is absolute and utter madness, I told myself time and time again, but for once, I just wanted to be carefree and live in the moment. For once, I just wanted to not give a fuck about what was to come. For once, I just wanted to live my present without regrets. And this man was perfect for it.

Pushing him back into the bed, I ran my hands sensually all over his upper body – right from his neck and shoulders to his chest and down to his stomach. My touch made him groan instantly, which made me smile against his lips. This man was so crazy for me. I started opening his buttons one by one, and pushed his shirt off his shoulders, feeling the raw heat emanating from his soft skin underneath my fingers.

So lost in passion, we didn't even realize that someone had rung the bell, and had allowed themselves in. A voice caught our attention, which seemed to be calling out to Isaac. There was pin drop silence for a while, and I wasn't sure if I had heard it correctly, but when it sounded the second time, I was certain. Someone had indeed come inside.

Did he go around giving his password to every girl that he spends his night with? Because the owner of the voice was definitely a girl. What is with him?

Climbing down from him, I laid flat on my back on the bed, while he hurriedly buttoned up and shirt, growling irritatingly for ruining his fun. It was kind of comical, seeing him fuming like this at someone else was novel for me, and I was enjoying the firm outline of veins on his fit body. Fixing himself up and brushing his hair back, he came around the bed and whispered to me,

"Stay quiet. I'll go and kick that bitch out."

"But, who is she?" I asked, still not getting it.

"Naomi." He said after a lot of hesitation and deliberation.

I stilled upon his words. Naomi? That crazy girl? Wow, so here he was, trying to get inside my pants, while having unresolved issues with his ex girlfriend. Great. Just great.

Seeing my expression harden, he tried to explain something to me but I cut him off mid-sentence. "There's no time for an explanation Isaac. Just go and give her what she wants."

I could see that his face had contorted into one of confusion and concern, as he hesitantly went out of the room, but I didn't care anymore. I had made up my mind, that I won't get involved with him any further.

This man was bad news, even more because I would have to see him everyday a few days from now. And it would be too much for me to handle if I went any further than this. I could clearly see that he was close enough to Naomi once to give her his password, and I could still hear her screams outside. Maybe she must have spotted my clothes and bag. Oh God.

A few minutes later, the bedroom door reopened, and he walked in, looking more distressed than ever. But I had no time to comfort him and ask what his problem was. Nor was I in the place to do so, as we weren't friends or lovers. It was just going to be a one night stand with an acquaintance, and that was all he was. A colleague and an acquaintance.

I coolly walked out of his room, and wore my clothes that I saw sitting neatly folded on the table. Picking up my bag, I turned around to see him watching me the whole time. The fire between us had doused a long time ago, and what was left now was just the embers.

I met his cold gaze with my leveled one, and said a simple goodbye before walking out.

Without an unresolved issue, wetness in my pants and an unexplained heaviness in my heart.

But I guess I could still call myself powerful, for being in charge completely.

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