Chapter 22: CEOs and tattoos.

KIKI.

I stared at the phone in my hand after the line went dead. Some minutes had passed but I was yet to process all that she had said.

“Kiki, you just had a one-night stand. The person who saved you only did it to have you in his bed. You were drunk. You could have fainted or something so he brought you to his house to have fun with you. How did you think you got changed? Do you think your superhero changed your clothes too? You are delusional.”

She had said. She had hit the nail on the head and had thrown me into a state of unbalance. I couldn't believe it. So, I was rescued from rape only to be raped again.

I didn't know how to feel about that. I didn't know what to do.

My head shot up when the door knob was twisted and pushed to allow the person from outside to come in. I watched with curious eyes and I was taken aback when I saw who it was.

The big boss.

In all his gloriousness, he had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. I guess he must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. He had no shirt on and was only in a short.

I didn't focus on that though, I just couldn't. My attention is stolen by something far more important. Tattoos.

He has a lot of them. On his upper shoulder and bicep, there’s a full, angry-looking lion as if he’s about to go to battle.

The details on the lion's face are striking, haunting even. And I can’t stop staring at it, at the darkened look in its eyes, as if he, too, doesn’t like eye contact. For some reason, I didn’t think someone as put-together as the big boss would have tattoos, but seeing that he does adds even more mystery to him.

CEOs don’t usually have tattoos— not the ones I know, anyway. Unless his background was different from what I’ve been picturing. I shake my head. I really, really shouldn’t be curious about him.

I couldn't believe it.

My head swirled with different thoughts as he sauntered in, his face impassive. This man had told me he could have me. I can't believe it didn't take him anything to have me on his bed in such a disgraceful way.

I felt my head go hot and I was suddenly livid. How could he rape me? It wasn't a one-night stand but a rape. I wasn't even conscious to have not felt it.

“You!” I sprang up, taking furious steps towards him as I wagged my fingers at him.

“You did this to me. You, you brought me here and did this to me. How could you do that? How could you have done that to me? Why did you save me when you knew you would end up doing the same thing to me? How are you any different, why act like an hero when you are just a damn villain, uh? Just why?” I asked, stopping short when I felt tears running down my face.

“Why?” I broke down almost falling to the floor when his hands caught me midway. His large goofy hands felt warm on my body. I wasn't naked yet I could feel the warmth of his hands seeping into my skin.

“I don't know what you are talking about Kiki. I did nothing to you. This was the reason I didn't take you to my house in the first place. I did not want you to misinterpret my actions.” He explained sounding tired.

Oh, and his accent. That’s the icing on the cake. It’s why I’m sure he’s in a different category than the men I've met in my life.

“And you expect me to believe that?” I snapped, raising my voice at him as I shrugged his hands off. He sighed.

"I honestly don't know what you are talking about. Do you think I would have sex with a limped figure? I'm not that kind of man. How would it be enjoyable?" Did I go crimson at his words? How could he be so blunt?

“If you are talking about the night dress, I didn't touch you. One of the workers did. I paid her to take care of you.” He revealed.

I felt relief wash over me at his words. I wasn't raped?

He couldn't be cooking all this up right?

“Besides, why should you be walking at an off hour? You don't know anything about safety right?” He asked, sarcasm dripping off his tone.

I hissed, eyeing him. “And how is that any business of yours? I can choose to stay out till whenever I like. It's none of your business. You are not my daddy or my brother. You are not even my boss anymore so you shouldn't care.” I stare at him deadpan. I am not in the mood for some rich bastard to boss me around.

“I wonder if this is how you lecture every one of your employees when you want to. You don't only do that, you also give them incredible promotion icons. Not just to the next level but the next ten levels above them, you know and you're a pervert too, a cocky and crazy pervert.” I hissed again.

“You should just leave if you know you are here to lecture me. I...” He put his hands over my mouth to shut me up, moving closer to me.

“Gosh! If you don't keep your mouth shut at this moment, I would seriously shut it for you. Don't you have a breather? You talk too much. Way too much." He complained taking another step closer to me.

I moved back yet he repeated his actions. I kept moving back till my back hit the wall. He put his hands at the sides of the wall to pin me down. Either way, I’m trapped in a state I’ve never really experienced, and for the life of me, I couldn't decide whether that’s good or bad.

He held me in that position, leaving me no room to move, and the knowledge of that? The fact that I’m completely at his mercy draws a shudder from deep within me. It’s long and consuming and leaves me in a daze. I’m not supposed to surrender to this, right?

To the knowledge that I might not be able to escape his clutches, even if I wished to. It’s not in my good-girl genes to want this, but I can’t help the subconscious tremors rushing through me.

“What are you doing?” I asked with wary eyes. My voice was too breathy and it has everything to do with his position on me, with the way his thumb almost grazes my pulse point and pushes down as if emphasizing it.

“If you say another word, I will shut you up.” He warned. His eyes dance with mischief. His eyes are big, bright blue, and dreamy, the kind I could get lost in. But why was he looking at me like that?

“And what will you use in shutting me up? Your hands are used in caging me. There's nothing you can do.” I told him.

“Oh, there is something else I can use.” He replied, his eyes twinkling with something akin to mischief.

“And what is that?” I asked him.

“My mouth.”