MANIPULATIVELY TURNED AS OUR STORY
CHAPTER 11

He dragged me into the elevator, and he was staring at me, not in the normal way I could make out, so I spoke, “Stop staring.” “Why? Do you feel something, baby?” Hell, no, stop that staring. “Ok.” We were in front of his flat; he entered the pin, and we went inside.

I started observing his flat; it was a marvelous, good one. This flat can be described by using only one word: luxurious. He came behind my back and spoke, “You liked it?” “Yeah, it is good.” “Go and get fresh. That one is the guest room. I got a few of my ex’s dresses. Try to replace your size, I said, making my way toward the guest room.

After a few minutes, I came outside. He was cooking, and this side of him was quite surprising. I made my way towards the kitchen. He offered me wine, and I sat near the table, observing him.

He was so involved in cooking, and in between, he was making me taste. He had turned on music, which was playing some slow tracks. Everything was so good—so good to be true. I didn’t care if this was one of his tricks; I was in love with everything.

He came from the kitchen and joined me. He was having a beer, and the track’s sound kept changing. The next thing we started dancing together, for every track, our own moves. It was a hell of fun for 30 minutes. We continuously danced together without taking a break, and both were exhausted. We sat on a chair, relaxing.

After a few minutes, he set the dining table, and we started having dinner. Wow, it was so tasty. Damn, how the hell can a person be good at everything? Why, God, did you pour everything on him? Didn’t you replace any other male to distribute some?

I was so involved in enjoying my meal and trying to replace an answer. I didn’t take notice of his stare at me. I had so many emotions on my face. Don’t tell me he observed all those; he spoke, “You are cursing me right for preparing such a tasty meal as I am so good at everything.” “No, no, I was not, and the meal is okay.” “Ok, I saw how you are enjoying yourself, idiot, so stop pretending you are not good at anything.” “Spare me, ok? I want to have dinner peacefully, and I don’t want you to always pull my leg. Do you think it’s fair that God has poured everything on you? Why the hell will jerks be good at everything? You will manipulate anyone; you have both good and bad sides, and you are good at both. That’s so not fair, right?” “You were thinking this a few minutes ago.” “Yeah, I was.” “This is the reason why I will keep on saying that you are not good at anything. Give rest to your brain for a while. If you replace an answer, you will become a genius. I don’t want any competitors. Ok.: He started laughing. These narcists, I have created a romantic environment over here; rather than enjoying you are stupid ones thinking unnecessary things. How the hell will you survive? I am not getting it.” “Spare me, jerk, spare me for the day; let me enjoy my meal.” “Great, please, you are good only at that one.” “I mean, shut it.” After a few minutes, we finished our dinner. I was about to wash the vessels when he stopped me and informed me that the lady would come for cleaning. We went and sat on the couch.

“So, did you enjoy it?” “Yeah, it was fun,” “See, once in a while, loosen up, enjoy yourself, and take a break from your pathetic life?” “Yes, thank you,” “Most welcome, I will not let you become a nun; don’t worry,” “Don’t, I mean it,” “I thought of asking about your life, but for sure you will ruin this moment. I am so not a sentiment type from a very young age. Due to a few incidences, I became practical. Trust me, any sentiment will not work on me. So yours will be dam filled with so many tragedies I won’t do mistake by asking same, so save it to someone ok”, “You are so cold-hearted do you know that, at least for sake purpose can’t you act little bit concern”, “For pleasing purpose nope spare me, enjoy your life as much as you could don’t mourn by remembering the past, happened is happened you can’t change anything your goal should be in present and future, so please take my advice for once, you will be grateful for me forever”, “You are right but not completely whatever you say, truth cannot be changed you are manipulator in your every doings some ulterior motive will be there from past 4 years I am working with you, I can make out that much”, “Yeah, shut up you won’t get any boss like me who bear your clumsy naiveness from past 4 years”, “I bet some hidden agenda must be there in that too right”.

For the first time, I made him shut his mouth. He was searching to throw back something that made me laugh like anything. He bought wine for us, and we were sipping the same music that was still playing. In silence, we were enjoying the music track, which changed into a slow melody. He dragged me to the hall and started dancing. After a few seconds, he pulled me towards him, and we started dancing together.

I was not getting steps, so many times I stepped on his foot still, he was teaching me patiently. After a few attempts, I got the moves, and the next thing we were hugging, synchronizing every step. It was perfect—everything—this moment, music, cooking, dancing, and this wine—so perfect can it be this way forever expecting too much? Good things never stay long enough on top of it with this guy, no way. If it’s one of his tricks, I am in love with it, and my heart is carving for more and more.

My mind kept reminding me not to go with the flow and to escape while I could, which I was ignoring. Was it too late to escape from his cave? He made me face him and started kissing slowly and passionately, tasting wine that I had a few seconds back still lingering on my lips. I followed his lead. This was the perfect moment. I don’t want to ruin it. Let it be for minutes or hours. I want to enjoy every second.

We were aroused. Carving for more results was inevitable. The next thing I knew was that we were lying on his bed. He was on top of me. He left my lips and started kissing my neck, which made me more excited. After that, he moved towards my boobs and started sucking them. It was awesome. He was successful in taking me to a different world. His hands were exploring my vagina. I was already flowing, “Wow, I got a good effect on you, baby.” Narcist. He was taking his time to explore my body. Finally, I got why girls carve for him—to be with him if they are very well aware of his character.

Soon, he positioned himself. I stopped him and was quite frightened. It was my first time, and I didn’t want to admit it. He gave me a knowing smile. I really wanted to wipe that off of his face. He came near my ear and spoke, “I know whether you accept or not. Rest assured, trust me, I got you. Honey, don’t worry.” I was quite relaxed by his words, but that bastard didn’t keep his words. He just wanted to enter. He gave me one go. Something tore inside me. It was a hell of a pain. I was so done. I wanted him to remove it, but, like hell, he would listen.

He was observing my face. After a few seconds, I felt relaxed and was thanking God. By that time, he had started moving. It was slow only for a few seconds, but after that, he was thrusting so hard that I was not able to endure the pain, but at the same time, I was enjoying carving for more of his action. After a few minutes, we both ‘cum’, and I was way exhausted. Damn, I lost my virginity to a bloody playboy and womanizer. Great achievement. If I wanted to lose with this manipulator, why the hell did I wait for 25 years?

He left me only for a few minutes. I was thinking I was finally done for the night. Oh boy, I was so wrong. As it was the first time, he showed me some concern. After a few minutes, he came on top of me and took his position. I was trying my best to stop him, but with one go, he was inside me. He started kissing and biting wherever he wanted, like a hungry animal. I would get his bite marks on my skin. After a few minutes, I ‘cum’ first followed by him. I was so done for the night, begging him to spare me.

He came near me, “If you take me again, for sure, I will kill you. Mark my words.” “Relax, idiot, I won’t; that will be too much on you.” “A few minutes before, you could have shown the same concern, right?” “I am thinking of sparing you; don’t tempt me to change my mind, ok?” “Go away, asshole.” Laughing, he took me in his arms, and we slept, bloody perfect, at the same time so hating as everything I was getting from him, why not any other perfect one? We girls are way crazy in choosing; we easily fall for the wrong one.

The next morning, I woke up around 8 a.m., and Randolph was nowhere to be found. I guess he had woken up, and I was debating within myself: I like his name so much but have never called him by his first name. Can I call him ‘Ran’ instead of using his surname? Has our relationship improved to the point where I can call him by his first name? Can anyone tell me why I am overthinking that it was just sex and nothing else?

Finally, I got up from the bed, was feeling sour, and needed a hot bath. I made my way towards the bathroom and took a long bath. After that, I made my way towards the hall, where he had prepared breakfast and was waiting for me. Too good to be true, I reached the dining table, and he served me. Breakfast was damn tasty.

We were done and cleaned the table, after that, he gave me some tablets I enquired the same to which he replied ”Birth control“, I was furious don’t tell me he didn’t use a condom last night, I spoke, “You didn’t use a condom last night”, “Are you out of your mind, of course, I used this one extra precautionary measure don’t want to take any risk do we”, like hell, I was going to get pregnant with his child without a second thought I took tablets after that I was preparing to leave his flat when he spoke, “Spend the day here I am also free will watch movie do something together of course if your schedule is not tight”, “Oh please shut up”, “Than it’s settled”, ended up spending another day with him.