Undefiled Queen

Stephen’s POVBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

6 months later.

I was on my way to return to my office after a conference when I found my receptionist arguing with a young girl in the corridor. “What’s the matter and how does this young lady enter my office without permission?” My voice went commanding to Rita. The girl’s back was facing me.

“Sir, this lady is here for the interview of the accountant. I was trying to explain to her, the interviews have finished but she wouldn’t listen.” Rita tells me in a tinge of disappointment but balances her tone swiftly. “Sir, I will find out how she was directed here without giving her initial interview to Mr Benjamin?”

The boss’s voice felt very familiar to Merlyn. There was an unknown delectation accompanied with anxiety in her heart. Her toes curled in trepidation. Was it him?

“Call the front desk and inform, the complete staff should be in my office within the next ten minutes.” I shooted my words and looked at the girl opposite the receptionist. And then the world stopped around me. There was an instant ecstasy which ignited my soul. My lips stretched automatically and my hands reached hers on their own. “Merlyn?”

Merlyn was having the same kind of thrilling goosebumps all over her skin. For the man she thought she would never meet, fate had brought them together once again. But she cannot bring their friendship to his workplace. She was supposed to be professional like a boss and an employee.

Before he could speak anything next, she talks in an apologetic tone.  “Sir, your front desk staff was perfect in doing their duty. Actually it is my fault, I tricked them by taking the base of a lie.  I told them that I was a friend of your deceased brother and would wish to speak to you about something important regarding him. That was why they sent me here.”

My eyes scrolled over Merlyn’s physique and recalled the way my hands caressed every part of her skin once upon a time. Those beautiful crystal blues that looked at me sometimes in naughtiness and sometimes in mystery. That attractive body that occupied every cell in my system like a spirit. Since that day no woman in this world seems to entice me though I tried to lift up some of the tension in my body through physical pleasure. She is the one for me, my lifeline, my salvation and my happiness. I realized with gaetyI’m a taken man now.

I came out of my trance when my receptionist sneezed behind me. “Rita, get yourself checked for corona. Otherwise you will kill yourself and others too with you.”

My eyes stared back at Merlyn. She does not know who I am and who my brother is. Then why is she indulging in such a huge lie? I tried to play along but much intrigued to find out the truth. A nerve struck in my throat. She should never know the truth about me or my brother. I will never let that happen. Unless I bring myself closer to her she will not learn the truth. I prefer to be a beautiful memory in her thoughts than stay a tyrant always moving around her. What is this game destiny is playing with me? The more I try to forget my past, the greater it chases me. I even sacrificed my love to bury the veracity yet it comes back to me like a curse for the sin I cannot amend.

Why does she enter my life again?

“Don’t you know because of your ignorant mistake some people would have lost their jobs here? Though it has been more than four years, my family and the enterprise is still mourning the loss of my brother and you try to take an advantage of people’s sentiments to enter this place? Shouldn’t you feel sorry for what you have done?” I feign a hint of my annoyance and before I would speak further her eyes trickle tears.

Shit! What have I done? In an attempt to know the truth I had hurt her. She covers them in her dark tresses trying to make them unnoticed and sucks in her breathe attempting to face me bold. “Sir, I apologize for what I have done. I did some homework about your family. It was the year I lost my parents too.”

Recalling the past, guilt again occupied me for the injustice I had done to her. My heart skipped a beat. “I know I am late for the interview but getting this job is very important to me, for supporting my family.”

My heart ached for her. Suddenly what is this new development? What is the urgent necessity her family has that she needs to fetch a job immediately? And why is she applying for an accountant when she is a physiotherapist? I could see the genuineness behind her words. She was not lying and my instincts told me I was supposed to help her. “Get inside my cabin.” I tell her softly and walk to my room. Privacy at this moment was very important to us.

Six months ago with not a word or a greeting I dropped her abruptly before her aunt’s house and fled away, not ready to continue our connection. But as fate would have it she kept knocking back in my life. First in the car kiosk and now in my office.

I close the door and lock it to be on the safe side and my body works in its own accord without hearing my mind’s warnings. My hands went around her waist and brought her closer to me. They cup her cheeks and my lips land on hers in a hypnotizing spell.

She moans and dwells in my touch and the kiss as if she wanted this as much as I wanted. Our tongues fight for dominance as they play with each other.

This kiss was slow, long and passionate and we poured out our feelings to each other. I directed her to the wall behind and holding up her wrists my kiss turned wild and ferocious and in a crave like a hungry monster.

Her moans took louder and louder as she rubbed her front body to me. I was tempted to have her in more ways than possible and wished we were in a different world where I do not have to recall my past associated with her.

Our bodies synced with each other like a moth attracted to a flame. There was an invisible force between us like a divine union. Her peaks and valleys cuddling with my rock hard chest invoked sweet titillation in me and my manhood went erect just by the taste of her touch.

We were like untamed bores smacking each other like one wanted to swallow the other. The magic of lust was overwhelming our bodies. Our souls united without mind’s control. My leg moved forward and my knee went between her legs to caress her G. Spot. “That’s my man.” She mewled like a cat and minutes later all of a sudden she pushed me away like a spirit reigned in her mind.

“Why did you leave me like that? Not a greeting, not a word and not even a kiss. It was so unexpected that my mind couldn’t even process what was happening and within a blink of an eye you were gone. And today six months later you unpredictably appear again in front of me. I guess we were meant to stay for each other.” She bit her lip dropping her head in shyness.

I did not reply to her. My heart was still beating heavily, recovering from the aftermath of the kiss. Long black hair, dark blue eyes, beautiful and charming – these are the first words that strike me gazing at her. She has been here for more than ten minutes now, but this is the first time I observe her because my thoughts kept wandering to the occupying attraction. She was my Flower, my childhood love and my pristine Angel.

Guarding my reverie I come out of my smitten self. “Take a seat.” I tell her in ascension, stretching my hand to take the file out of her hands. “What are your qualifications? I know you completed your graduation in physiotherapy, then why are you here to apply for an accountant post.”

I evaluated her testimonials, apart from physiotherapy, she had done a crash course in accountancy. That makes sense. Her dad was a bank manager and before that he was an accountant. Probably she had an interest in the field too.

I placed my hands on the file before she could speak. “You do not hold a graduation certificate in accountancy. Radiance Industries is one of the most leading textile firms in the American market, how could you think you would fit into this post? You are not even qualified for an interview in this company, leave about getting the job. The minimum qualifications required for applying for the post of accountant here is, a post graduation in commerce and accounting along with a minimum of ten years experience.” I lean back on my leather chair crossing my fingers and guard her emotions.

What makes her suddenly apply for a job that too for the post of an accountant after studying physiotherapy?