To Live For Once (Set Me Free II) - Episode 18

 

Rory:

 I can't help but scold the careless woman against my better judgment to stay clear of her business. Worry is surely etched on my face while I take the cup from her and place it carefully on my table. 
"I'm sorry. " she's saying but I wave that off. 
"You shouldn't apologize. Are you hurt? Let me see this." Without thinking, I start to brush my fingers against the coffee stain on her top . I'm mumbling something about her being careful when she let her a sudden moan and my eyes snap to her face. She's blushing real hard. Why is she blushing? I follow her eyes to my hands and yup, they are splayed over her right boob. I extract my hand like I've been burnt.
"Oh,  I--I- wasn't paying attention to where I was touching. I--" when did I become a stutterer like Amaya? 
"I know." Her voice is timid as her hand come to rest on my bicep to reassure me. 
 Why does that feel good? My eyes abandon her hand on my bicep to rest on her face and our eyes meet. You can feel the energy crackling between us. My eyes flicker from her eyes to lips, not knowing which to focus on. A pink tongue peek out to wet her lower lip and I have my decision made for me

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. It's just like a puppeteer's rope is pulling me to her. I've completely forgotten about her betrayal and my anger. I feel like if I don't taste her again,  right here in my office I'll go mad. My head​ slowly move closer to her face. My eyes telling her what I'm about to do. My lips are just a shy distance from her when her eyes flutter close. 
"Rory. " she whispers and just like that i'm rudely thrown out of the fog of want I was in. I study her face for a few seconds while she awaits my lips before I withdraw from her. My phone starts ringing and Amaya's eyes flies open.
"What's it?!" I say without introduction when I see it's Watson calling. In my peripheral vision, I watch Amaya fiddle with her hair. I can't believe I was about to let myself go with her after what she did yesterday. Why is she even here anyways? 
"Sir?  Are you​ listening?" I'm snapped out of my musing and I take my eyes off Amaya  to concentrate on the call.
"What were you saying?"
"Umm your ten o'clock meeting is here." He says and I check my wristwatch. It's a few minutes past nine. She's early.
"She's early." I muse out loud as I settle myself on my desk.
"What should I tell her,  sir?"
"entertain her for a while. I need to clear out some papers from my desk. I'll tell you when to let her in."
"Okay sir. " the line goes dead and my attention is brought back to Amaya. She's just standing there, looking at anything else but me. I drag my already tired body off my desk and walk around to settle my ass on my comfortable chair. 
"What are you doing here,  Amaya?" I ask as soon as my business face is on.
"I brought you coffee." She says quietly. 
"Why? This is about making yourself feel better about what you​ and your father did yesterday right?" Her eyes finally meets mine.
"Rory, you have to believe me. I don't know anything about that. I didn't even know about the land before you brought me there yesterday." I roll my eyes at her feeble attempt at lying. She's so not fooling me twice.
"You expect me to believe that?"
"I do. You have to believe me, Rory. I would never do something like that to you​. I'll never betray you because I love  you." The last few words slam at my heart but my face recoil in anger. She didn't just say love!
"Love me?!" I roar and the woman cower back.
"What part of betraying me says love huh?!"
"But I didn't." I've had enough of this.
"Get out." I say, calmer than I actually feel.
"What?" She croaks. 
"Get the fuck out of my office, Amaya and I don't ever want to see you here! Seeing you at home is enough trouble!" I snap and watch as her face contorts in something that looks like pain. She goes to talk but I beat her to the chase.
"Shut the fuck up and get out!"
"But--"
"Out!" I cut her short. She's biting on her lips but I can't still see them quivering.
"Don't you cry in here. I so don't want any part of your pathetic crap." I sneer. She looks about to say something but stops herself before she turns on her heels to leave. Just perfect. I pick up one of the documents on my desk and try to concentrate on what it's about.
"You know what, Rory?" My eyes comes up to find Amaya still in the room, closer to my desk than she was when I thought she was leaving oh and she's fuming, her breaths coming out in short pants. I eye her up and down. 
"I'm sick and tired of your hot and cold attitude!" She yells and my brows shoot up.
"Excuse me?!" I bellow.
"No, I won't excuse you​! I'm your wife for Christ sake! Start treating me like it!"
"Wife?! Don't make me laugh." I scoff.
"You are a goddamned Jerk!" She says and my anger just about burst over the lid I've put on it for years. I stand just to tower over her but she doesn't back down.
"What did you just say?" I grind out.
"I. Said. You. Are. A. Jerk! " She jab her index finger into my chest at every word,  her eyes flaring with anger. My own angry eyes glare at her.
"Damn this." I hear her mutter and before you can say Jack Robinson, the woman has my shirt in her fist and pulling my face down to hers in a bruising kiss. I should stop myself but oh no. This fiery woman is impossible to resist.

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. I suck on her tiny tongue which is currently driving my senses to overdrive. I let her take the lead in our kiss as she her fist tighten on my shirt. I groan at the sensation of pressure against my neck by her fist and the sweet nectar of her kisses. What was that I was saying about not losing myself in her again? All I can concentrate on right now is devouring this woman who came into my world to rock it.
 Her fist loosen but then her fingers start working my buttons down. I don't even stop her. I take the lead instead and without breaking our kiss, move her towards my table. I press the button to shut my office door automatically before lifting her unto the desk.
"Hold on to me." I instruct and she does so without question. Her legs wrap around my waist as I bring my lips down to spread kisses up her neck and down.
"Rory, please." She mo*n.
"Please what?" I have to hear her say it.
"Please."
"You have to say it, doll." my voice sounds so different from me but I don't even care right now I'm too far gone. Amaya's eyes flutter open in a glare.
"Rory,  don't make me ask again." She snaps and I grin.
"Impatient much?" I drawl.
"Yes." She says before wrapping her hand against my neck and kissing me senseless. Okay, I can't hold this off anymore.
"Hold on tight, doll.  And be quiet." I say as I let the burning passion within us loose, right here on my office desk. I don't think I'll be able to do much work on this table again with this memory burned into it.