"What are you doing here?" I whispered, not making much sound.
He slowly turned to face me, saying nothing. "I couldn't sleep," he said in low, smooth tones. "And I have a feeling you weren't sleeping either."
I swallowed hard, digging my fingers into the edge of the door. "You should not be here.
He took a step closer, and I stepped back. "Relax, Amy. I am not here to hurt you," he said, surrendering in an over-the-top manner by holding up his hands.
"Then why are you here?"
He smiled smugly. "Because there is something unfinished between us. Something you're running from."
His words seemed to hover above us, crushing the air we breathed.
His smirk grew as he took another step closer. The soft light from the hallway cast shadows across his sharp features, making him look both mysterious and infuriatingly smug. My grip on the door tightened as I fought the urge to shut it in his face.
"Unresolved?" I repeated, my voice quivering slightly, though I tried to keep it steady. "There's nothing unresolved between us, Robert. Whatever it is you're thinking, just stop."
His eyes snapped to mine, intense and unyielding. "You can keep telling yourself that, Amy, but your eyes say otherwise. You're still running from the past—running from me."
I felt my chest constrict at his words. Memories of the humiliation of years ago came back to me in a tidal wave: the rejection, the embarrassment, the pain it was all still so fresh, even years later.
"Don't flatter yourself," I snapped, using anger to try to cover over my vulnerability. "I am not running from you. I am moved on.
"Moved on?" he echoed, his tone amused. "That's why you can't look at me anymore without blushing? Why you can't share the same air without wanting to run? Come on, Amy. You haven't moved on—you've just buried it."
His words had hit too close to home and I hated he could see so clearly through me. My cheeks are burning as I tried to be composed.
"You're wrong," I said firmly, though my voice wavered. "I've changed. I'm not the same girl who—"
"Who poured her heart out to me and got rejected?" he interrupted, his voice softening slightly. "You're right—you're not the same girl. You've grown into someone even more beautiful, more confident… but I can still see the pain in your eyes, Amy. And I hate that I put it there."
His sudden change of tone had me completely off guard. In a flash, I thought I saw remorse in his eyes, but I shook the feeling off. This was Robert—charming, manipulative Robert. I should not let myself be deceived by those words again.
"I don't need your sympathy," I said, stepping back and crossing my arms over my chest. "Whatever happened that time is already in the past. Just leave me alone."
Robert sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not here to pity you, Amy. I'm here because… because I can't stop thinking about you."
His confession hung in the air, and I stared at him in disbelief. Was this another one of his games? Or was he being sincere?
"You expect me to believe that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't expect anything," he replied, his expression earnest. "I just… I needed you to know. These past few days, being around you again… it's brought back feelings I didn't even know I had."
I felt my heart skip a beat, but I quickly pushed the feeling aside. I couldn't let him get to me—not again.
"This doesn't change anything," I said, my voice cold. "You made it clear how you felt back then, and I've accepted it. Whatever you're feeling now… it's too late."
Robert's jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might argue. But instead, he took a step back, his hands slipping into his pockets.
"Maybe you're right," he said quietly. "Maybe it is too late. But I had to try."
And he turned to walk away from me; I stood in the doorway, my emotions all knotted up; I closed the door and leaned on it and could feel my heart beating.
What was I to do now?
I forgot to lock the door and walking to my bed. Robert suddenly entered into my room and just pushed me on to my bed and just looking at me . I tried pushing him away but his gaze didn't allow me to do that.
" Let's began where we stopped in the afternoon on my bed ", he said .
His tone changes my mood instantly. I became his submissive. I started erasing my past rejection slowly with his slow and deep kiss for every second.
He, snaking his hand slowly inside my top. His fingers are teasing my skin. My skin started to respond to his teasing. His hand reached my bra. He patted on my bra and furrowed his eyebrows.
" You wear the same old bra ? Why didn't you wear the bra I gave you? " He asked me.
He unhooked my bra and asked me to change it infront of him . This time he was commanding me in romance.
I don't know why, but I feel like to listen to his command. I went to my cupboard and took the bra and turned to him .
He slowly walked towards me and removed my top and the old bra. He turned me back and took the new bra and he started putting it on me.
He rested his head on my shoulder and said, " You just remembered the rejection I made but after that I was always waited to look at you but you never appeared. Since five years, I keep on searching for you but you hid yourself perfectly. My eyes are always alert when I see any girl with your features but it was not you. I was waiting for you since five years dear ," he turned me front and tilted my head up and looked in to my eyes and said, " I'm yours, Amy ."
I lost myself with that word, I'm yours.
I lowered my head and looking at the ground. He took me closer, brushed his fingers on my cheeks and said, " And, you are mine."
Now, I'm at ease, trying to look in to his eyes but they were extremely attractive.
We brought out mood to the normal but extremely tempting.
"I think you don't need to wear it now. It's time to uncover your beautiful boobs. Let's begin, baby ", he said.