The gap between Haru and Meilin was an undesirable space that happened overnight. All she did was clean and hardly spoke to her boss.
Haru was serious about what he said, he meant every detail last night. He changed.
Where was the love? Where was the loving man she knew? The loving man that treated her so well, where did he run off too.
He brought girls home every weekend. Meilin didn't like it. She didn't like hearing their moans, she didn't like the imaginations of him with another woman. She wanted him all to herself but he was far from her reach.
When last did he touch her? When last did he look at her? He said she wasn't that pretty, she knew it but what made him like her. Was it pity? Was it her body? What was it about that elevator incident that tied them to a fruitless relationship of extra affairs.
She wanted him to touch her, she wanted him to pour the liquids of his lust all over her body. She'd touch herself imagining it was Haru, because she was sure the one she knew wasn't going to come back to her.
She tried to talk to him for days but he'd angrily glare at her then arrogantly snub. He didn't acknowledge her presence anymore but she was still paid.
She was hurting deeply, she wanted him to at least greet her, say hi to her or even pat her a job well done. She made sure she'd clean his room properly even if it would take hours because of the size. She wanted him to take notice of her hard work in his room but he didn't mind her one bit.
He was okay with being nude in front of her but now, he sends her out whenever he wants to change. Why was she sad though? it was what she wanted but now that she got the treatment she required, she despises it.
She was going to beg for his forgiveness. She didn't what she had to put on the line. She'd do anything to get his attention.
"Master Haru" She bowed but the man didn't bother looking up at her. His eyes were locked on the papers in his hands.
"Please listen to me" she got on her knees to beg but he still didn't care. "I was wrong...I know...I love you Haru...I love you" She clasped her hands together as she crawled to his feet.
"Get out!" Her heart shattered. Why did she have to get locked out of his world? Now she doesn't matter to him anymore. He doesn't care about her.
"Master Haru..." She hugged him "Thank you for everything" He didn't expect her to kiss him without his consent but her emotions were so pure, it was warming up his cold heartedness.
"I love you" She said once again before pulling away from him. Her eyes flowing with tears as she continued to look at his indifferent eyes.
"Meilin..." He finally said her name for the first time in a while and it cheered her up immediately. "Yes master..." She happily responded.
He got up as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt "Take your clothes off and wait for me on my bed"
She nodded and did as he said. He watched her strip and lay on her back. He slowly approached the bed like a predator ready to lock on it's prey.
He hovered over her, had her hands intertwined with his as his lips softly bit on hers. If this was the way she'd be forgiven, she was ready to whatever whenever he asks of it.
His hands moved over her body smoothly causing wave after waves of pleasure.
Maybe it would help to loosen up a little. Haru spent most of his time examining her body, before he left bite marks on it.
They spent hours cuddling, they had no idea it was already sundown. A phone call interrupted their session. He had no other choice but to decline. He valued the intimate moment with Meilin. The part of their story that he looked forward to right from day one.
Her soft screams, the way she pulled the sheets, It aroused Haru even more. They weren't bothered if they were on birth control or not, all they focused on was the sinful delights of their contact.
"Haru I love you" She'd mumble those words into their kiss over and over again expecting some sort of reply but he'd try his best to muffle her speech. She assumed he believed she didn't mean it, but it was true. She's always loved him but she perceived it was wrong.
"Haru..." she said softly before falling asleep. He looked at her then yawned before pulling out a cigar and lighting it with his igniter. How would he put it to her? He wanted to tell her politely that he only touched her because he wanted to while away time.