The room is still, the low hum of the air conditioner accompanied by the soft tick of the clock and the whir of the computer could be heard alongside with the distant murmur of voices down the streets of the company's glass doors.
Everything is still,my heart is racing, my jaws are tightened, my hands are restless on the couch. I can't move, it's like I'm numb. I could see the person next to me clearly now his hands are still clenching Mr Fletcher's frail neck.
Imagine this old man trying to rape a 27 year old lady. Just Wow!
"You're disgusting"! The mystery man shoots.
"We're done, consider our official deal cancelled"he continued, his hands getting tighter on the grip, his jaws tightened and his lips squeezed.
"I can't work with an old pervert. You're a disappointment in your old age". He affirmed slowly lifting his hands off the old man's light neck before he broke them.
"Are you okay mam"? He said, stretching his hands forth in my direction. His whole demeanor speaks of confidence and ego, his straight looks and furrowed eyes sends chills to my spines. I could choke on his fragrance, his warm hands, his face, mostly his jaws, and his wide chest could warm me up while we Netflix and chill.
I couldn't think well at this moment, of course not because an handsome chilled man is in front of me, I'm still baffled and stuck by the rape attempt. My eyes are slightly soaked with tears of amazement and fear.
I reached for his hands gently and my lazy back slowly lifted from the couch. I gasped for breath when we touched each other, his hands sent an electric wave to my spine. I could feel it, I could touch him more, I could take this to a secret room and feel his touch more, I could open my thi....... Enough!
"Are you okay Mam"? He asks, his hands are patting my shoulders to wake me up from my shame.
My head is tilted a bit down to hide my soft face and also excitement, he touched my hands. I don't want him to let go, just hold me till I die pls.
"I'm okay sir". My voice chokes with a wavering sound like it's about to cry. I could see the old fart lying down on the ground, his hands on his neck trying to catch his breath.
And why won't I cry? I'm frustrated, I'm tired and full of shame, I'm feeling nauseated like I'm about to vomit, I hate the fact that a old man tried to rape me and not this olive toned, chiseled jaws, sculpted torso, and dominant aura of a man. He is the complete figure most women want on tinder.
Just hold me tight, jolt me back to the couch, be on top of me, thrust your hard spines through my soft flesh, I want this bastard to watch! Touch me deeply, shatter my cleavage open, reveal more of me..... shiiiiiiit, I'm not thinking straight anymore.
"Mam we're outside, do you mind if I take you home"? His voice sounded like a whisper; the loud noise of the street was deafening.
Wait what! we're outside the building already, are my thoughts that deep?
"Yes". My voice is low and gone, I can't hear myself even.
He opens the car door and gestures to me to get in, which I did like a zombie with no other thoughts or counter emotions.
Wait! How did this guy got to know I was about to be raped by an old man? How did he get to the scene fast like he was there the whole time?
I'm sure I didn't see him in the office building right from the hallways and slides of offices to the old man's door steps. I was alone with an assistant by my side.
Okay Maybe I screamed out loud but not too loud, I'm a strong and elegant woman I'm not a cry baby!
"We're here mam"! His car stops in a simple villa and a terraced garden with large separated buildings.
Shiiitt! I forgot to say something about my home address, but right now I'm slightly excited I'm not at home.
This guy stops me in front of his humble home, hello Mr what do you plan to do with me?
