He kept himself composed even when his own echoing footsteps sent tremors down his spine, fisting his hands.
The room he was searching for swiftly appeared. He instantly halted, and without a second thought pushed the two-doors open.
At that moment, he was not thinking about the danger. There was only an old ache sinking his chest. This was the only chance to have what he so badly wanted.
A huge suite illuminated with a dim, red ceiling light emerged.
Was she really there?
He clenched his jaw, his heart thumping, and circled his eyes in that huge hotel room, hoping he'd see her.
On his left, his eyes stopped. A woman was sitting at the edge of the bed. His heartbeat dropped. His breath fluttered. His chest sank even more. The ache stinging a little more.
He could only see a dark figure, with heavy curls, wearing maybe a pencil skirt, and a shirt.
Could it really be her?
He wanted to be sure. He needed to be sure.
He didn't want to celebrate too soon, and get his hopes shattered completely later. So, he remained still, watching the woman stand in a demeanour like her.
It exhilarated him, made him want to believe that it was her. But, he still held back, and watched her step towards him.
He stopped himself from believing even the same silhouette movements of her body, and the same sound of her red heels, which he heard from his office everyday, losing himself in the sound.
He just waited with a bated breath.
Swiftly, she halted before him. Finally her face was exposed under the radiance of a lamp behind him, on the wall in the corridor.
His heart sank. His breaths halted. It was really her.
"I want to leave." She spoke, like a cold whip.
He flinched. His head stopped ringing. "What?"
"I said, I want to leave."
He felt a pang of betrayal, the ache taking a wild form in his chest. He was helpless before her, not the strong man that he was for the world.
He could've never opposed her, if only, his desire hadn't grown primal.
"Even here.." He clenched his fists and jaw. Then, he breathed, and composed himself. "Even here, you want to leave me."
The betrayal of her not belonging to him, even in that place was too much to accept.
He had thought that this time–this time, he'd finally have her. But no, Gods had to play with him once again.
"What are you talking about?" She seemed confused, her eyebrows squinting.
"Why do you never want to be with me?" His voice was as cold as ice, his eyes flat dark. He took a step closer, staring into her eyes and closed the door behind him.
He could not bear the pain any longer; wanting her, needing her, and seeing her so far away from his reach.
From his reach, who could have anything.
Her eyes followed the door, and then looked at him turn on the red ceiling lights to full radiance. But she did not budge even a step. She was acting just as fiery as ever, never bowing down before him.
Oh! The woman she was.
"What are you doing?" She questioned, her eyes turning just as cold as his.
"I'm not letting you go today. You… you'll have to listen to me, today." He began stepping towards her; she began stepping backwards, never losing her calm.
"I've heard enough." She rumbled.
"What have you heard?" He halted as she stopped, pressed against the large glass window.
"Are you playing with me?" She was fuming for some reason. It made his heart race a little. "You'll receive my resignation by tomorrow."
He breathed angrily, clenching his jaw. "What have I done so wrong that you want to escape me this badly?" He boomed.
Her eyes turned colder, his pulse paced upon seeing that. "Are you kidding me? You confessed, and then locked me here. What more do you wish to do?" She boomed.
His clenched jaw loosened in an instant, his eyebrows squinting in confusion.
"You told me you love me, and then without letting me speak, walked out! Now you're coming back after hours to give me this bullshit?"
It sounded like something he could do. But he hadn't. Swiftly, he realised it was the piece of the desire. He felt guilty because it was his imagination. How could he do that, even in his imagination?
"What did you want to say?" He asked, hoping she'd finally say what he'd been dying to hear.
"It doesn't matter now." She pushed him against the chest. "You've shown me who you are." There was tenderness in her eyes, and bitterness in her tone.
"Please…" His chest was booming with calm urgency, his eyes lowering on the floor. "I apologize. I-I might have freaked out. I wasn't thinking straight. You can punish me for acting like that. But, please tell me what you wanted to say."
She said nothing. He lifted his head and looked at her: her eyebrows were squinted, she seemed as if she was thinking about something so deeply that she'd lost the sense of being present there, staring blankly at him.
Then suddenly she said. "Why did you lock me and leave?"
He thought about what could be the reason, and then said, "because I was overwhelmed by my own feelings. I didn't let you talk because I didn't want to hear you say that you don't feel anything for me. I locked you up but I didn't realize, or maybe I just didn't want you to leave." It hurt to say all those things, those fears he had been raising for all this time.
"I have loved you from the moment I saw you. I knew you were the one for me, the one who can truly accept me, and tame me." He suddenly couldn't hold his emotions inside him any longer, every word coming out of his lips hurting his throat.
He pressed his forehead on the glass window, an inch away from her neck. "I love you so much that it hurts. I want to obey you so much that I dream about it. "
Then, suddenly tears began pouring against her neck. Instantly, she pulled his face before her, her eyebrows creased. "Please, believe me, I love you. I have, for so many years." He wanted her to believe him, accept him, and stop his chest from hurting so much.
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