Jihha
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I never thought about it but it is said that a human is very flexible.....like elastic! But after an elastic reaches it limits, it breaks. Will I break soon too? All of this feels overwhelming in a negative sense, as it is. I feel like I might die from suffocation. Everything that has been happening since the past few weeks are nerve wrecking and I feel like everything that is left, will fade away soon. First the whole scenario of my aunt's health and her hiding the truth, then Trecia's (my mother's name) release, then the whole out of the human body and logic paranormal experience, dealing with the angel of obliteration and the deal going wrong, over burdening of powers, this minute lust like feeling towards HIM, the actual deal and Luka's bitter and mocking remarks, and then him completely vanishing. And this was not enough that now I have this weird feeling from past week or so, that I forgot something EXTRA important that happened on the day of my whole 'power incident'.....What is happening to me and my life?
"And that concludes my weekly presentation!" the teams general manager finally concluded his team's weekly report and the slides on the screen faded to black. The teams general manager is not that old like the rest but is young. He is in his late thirties, I guess, and is quite appealing to the eyes. Maturity is laced on his face with his perfectly tailored suit and proportional built. His expressions are always serious and hard but it all suits him. He never steps out of the line and always discusses things that are to the point. He is my type but then.....why is he not THAT much appealing to my eyes like before? Maybe because I am used to him or maybe it was a temporary attraction or maybe....just maybe.....my type have drastically changed into dark haired and black eyed walking troubles that are just-
THAT ARE JUST UNBEARABLE!!!! I CAME TO WORK TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT SON OF SOME CURSED CELESTIAL BEING! It has been a complete week and no sign of sir- LUKA!!!
"So, what do you think ma'am, an outdoor work shop may be what everyone needs!" Daelen, the teams general manager, spoke in his rasped voice and strict expression. An outdoor workshop is INDEED known as something that increases productivity. "Mr. Daelen, I can not help it but admit that what you are presenting and suggesting is indeed...helpful. I will consider this suggestion and will take it seriously into my accounts. But for sudden actions and implementation factors, I am afraid that we may have to wait just a little bit! Although if you have any suggestions to where to hold this year's employees' picnic, do submit your suggestions, I will look forward to your response!" I gave my answer in my composed persona. Daelen nodded in an understanding and went back to his seat while everyone else appreciated him. For a quick moment, his eyes shifted towards me and he passed me a small smile. A smile that was almost hard to catch. It was the first time I have ever seen any expression on his face....his small smile was beautiful.....but....
"Okay then! This meeting was quite...productive. I expect and accept nothing less. The workshop proposal will be further discussed and EVERY kind of precautionary measures will be taken into observations. Mr. Carol, call the finances management team and get me the last month's financial record as soon as possible! Everyone else, keep up your good work. It is highly appreciated!"
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It was 6:43 pm when I got free from the last meeting of my day. Some days are like this, rushed, busy and exhaustive. I stepped into my office and undid some collar buttons , rolled up my sleeves while throwing away my blazer on the couch in frustration and exhaustion as multiple groans left my body while I stretched. "What a show you put up for me, my little human!".
My eyes went wide and completely shot open in the mid stretch while my arms were half suspended in the air. He was now EVEN here! That sinful grin that was his signature, was plastered on his face and he wore his signature black attire while he sat on my office chair like he owns it. For the first time in my life I wished that the wall length glass behind my desk for view gazing was not bulletproof because I want to push the chair with him on it so he can crash through the glass and FALL! WHO THE HELL SHOWS UP AFTER A WEEK COMPLETELY UNANNOUNCED!? "Human! Do not stop me! Continue striping! COME ON!!!"
That last line...that was.....I have heard it before and...That was it.....and it all came back.....snapping my patience....
I hasted towards that old bastard and picked up the table lamp with the determination that I would not let him do THAT again! Those disgusting brown eyes and oily smirk haunted me for God knows how long and NOT ANYMORE! I was a 12 year old once, now I am not! I will kill him! "YOU! GET THE F*CKING HELL OUT OF HERE WALINE!" I asserted before slamming the lamp in his direction. "WHOA! Human! W-what happened?!?! Who the hell is Waline?!?!"
That voice did not belong to HIM....it was Luka's voice...not HIS....but he.....I blinked a few times, coming back to reality and that old disgusting man faded away. Instead where he sat, was now someone I know.....someone I trust? "what?" I whispered to myself before feeling some kind of moisture on my cheeks. At this rate I may need to see a psychiatrist as soon as possible. "Human?" that voice called out again. I snapped my gaze towards him and saw an unfamiliar expression....absolute worry and tension like he was moments away from tearing apart the whole world....And it immediately went away like it never existed. I still can not figure out why that angered me so much. It always felt like a low blow when someone would mask their feelings of worry for me....it makes me feel unimportant. A different type of frustration boiled up in my emotions and I strode towards him with speed, closing the distance in between.
I grabbed the head rest and the arm rest of the chair, trapping him in between my frame. I was face to face with him and all I wanted to do was to KILL him!!! He took an observation and eye rolled, shifting his gaze away from me. That was RUDE! I took a deep breath before forcefully grabbing him by his face and forcing him to meet my eyes before asserting, "look at me when you are here for any conversation, got it?" I paused while harshly letting go of his face, which was red due to the hard press and a cocked eyebrow with fury was plastered, I repeated again with more dominance, "Look. At. Me!"
"I am!".
The tone was nothing as I expected it to be. I expected frustration, madness. anger and infuriation....not submission. I was not expecting that softness and submission in HIS voice or tone. I was in shock, even my mouth was slightly now parted. My gaze was fixated on his and I finally got the chance to notice him...The golden glow from the evening sun highlighted his facial features. The skin that was as pale as the beautiful snow looked lusciously smooth and golden under that hazy glow. His eyes shone the brightest and the shadows of light did him justice. But none of it was as much as appealing or inviting as those full lips, calling for me to crash on them. That look he had was soft, lost and completely submissive. He did not break the gaze while he straightened up in his seat softly, slowly leaning in while his body SCREAMED for me to just instruct him to do something, something sinful and forbidden. I knew that if I let this happen, it will be wrong but I pushed that aside. My own body was betraying me when my hand reached for his collarbone and softly traced his neck's definition details. As soon as I felt his cold skin against my fingertips, I wanted to own him, mark him, COLLECT HIM! I wanted to do some things to him that can send him into pure oblivion and bring him to his knees. I just had this burning desire to destroy his sense and want of 'authority', this lust like feeling was pushing me to the edge of my virtue with each moment he would lean in more, pleading silently for ANYTHING....And all I wanted to do was to master over him, both physically and mentally; guide him on how to obey my each and every word because he belongs to me. He does not know it, YET! But he does....and-
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"JIHHA!!!"