"Kareena, you can't be like this! Think about all the times we've been together! Do you really think I would cheat on you? You know me!"
This enraged Kareena. She really did start to think of the years they had been together. It was all a lie fabricated by him. Despite her sharp senses, how did she not see through the facade he had created? The thought made her blood boil so she bit back with a harsher truth.
"Of course, I was not giving you what you wanted so you decided to seek it elsewhere", she said with an unamused chuckle.
"It's really not like that. I went celibate because of you-"
"Ugh!" She had had enough of him. She picked up the landline and dialed a number. "Are you now letting in just anyone in my office? You must be tired of your jobs!"
Offensive realization dawned on him as soon as she hang up. "Did you just call security on me?"
Silence. She went back to doing her work, treating him like air.
"Kareena! Did you seriously call security on me? Have you forgotten who I am?" He shrieked, very offended.
"It's not me who forgot, you did. Get out or be thrown out", she said, conclusively, no longer wanting to argue with him.
"Ha! You're joking", he scoffed.
To his disappointment, two burly men walked into the office hurriedly. One minute they rushed to his side, the next moment his feet had left the ground with protesting screams coming out of his mouth. Kareena's secretary, with his mouth hanging open rushed towards her office to get the door.
"Cody", she called out, stopping him.
"Miss Trivedi?"
"A repeat of that and you will be joining him", she warned.
Cody swallowed a hard lump all too loudly, getting the message. "I'm sorry, ma'am."
Not getting any more instructions from her, he proceeded to close the door and return to his cubicle. It was nowhere near 10 in the morning and the day had already started with drama. A new fact Cody learned, Christopher Kewl was no longer his boss's boyfriend.
Meanwhile, the said person gave a hard slam to his Lamborghini door and sped off from Trivedi's. Kareena did not only not give him the time of the day, she humiliated him too! A man of his caliber! And it was all because of that thong! That freaking thong!
Vroom!
His lambor whizzed past other cars, gaining more speed as it drove further into the distance, and leaving a gust of wind behind.
"There he goes again", a man sighed at the sight of the speeding car.
"Want to get him?" Another replied.
"I write him a speeding ticket, I get a whole lecture about who his father is, the commissioner gets involved and I get a written warning or worse yet, demoted...?" He scoffed and shook his head. "I'm good."
"Yeah", the other cop on duty agreed.
The two proceeded to turn a blind eye to it. Too mamy cops had faced the same fate because of Christopher. It was not worth it.
Christopher's mind remained on the thong. The thought fueled his speeding. In no time, he arrived at his penthouse.
"Welcome si-" his Butler tried to greet the man who craned his neck as soon as he walked in, frantically looking around. "Was there something you were looking for, sir?"
Like a maniac, he run up the stairs and disappeared into the hallway leading to his study. He closed the door with a bang and fished out his phone to dial a number as he walked to his chair.
The call was declined on the second ring. He ruffled his hair in frustration as he dialed again. Same result.
My flower: I'm busy.
"Ugh", he groaned as he slumped into the seat and threw the phone on the desk.
Hia gaze fell to a compartment to his right. He took a key and unlocked it. As soon as he opened it, and behold, the red lacy thong stared right into his face. He lifted it to his nose and took a whiff with his eyes closed. It still had her scent.
He looked down at the tent in his trousers and sighed, but he only breathed in the arousing scent.
"Because of you", he spoke to the thong and chuckled, unamused by the humiliation he faced today replaying in his mind. "Kareena... You dared ..."
His mind raced with a million thoughts about what he was to do next while his free hand got to work, undoing his trousers. He lifted himself and released his junior. It was hard and raging, just like his mood.
A bottle of lubricant lay in the same compartment. He smeared some in his hands and let them get to work.
"Ah", he grunted, pleasure building up from the stimulations his own hand gave him. He took an insane whiff of the thong's crotch, the scent causing his hand tighten but move faster.
"Ooooh! F*ck!"
Sloshing sounds along with his grunts were heard in the quiet room. With a final grunt, he released himself onto his thighs.
Perspiration carpeted his forehead as he took deep breaths. He felt all the frustrations leave him, both sexually and mentally. His head was now clear and a thought about his next move finally came to him.
He smirked, "Kareena, I can't let you be. Not so easily."