Her question had him straightening, finally picking up on the undercurrent of restlessness in her tone.
“To live. To enjoy,” he answered, cupping her face. The worry in his expression changed to wariness when Vera pulled away yet again.
“That’s the difference between us, Vihaan. You have money, that’s why it’s a thing that is used for entertainment and relaxation. I grew up with the bare minimum, so for me, money is a requirement for survival. It’s a chance to attain a freedom that I don’t have.”
“I can’t help that I have money, Vera.”
“But you don’t,“ she instantly argued. “Your father does. And that’s another difference between us. I don’t have a rich daddy to cover for me on the days I don’t feel like fulfilling my responsibilities.”
A dark shadow fell over them both, the atmosphere shifting with tension.
“You’re being insulting,” Vihaan answered tightly.
“I’m being honest.”
“Princess, I don’t know why you’re in a shitty mood. All I wanted was to take you out on a date today and tell you something important. But it seems like a few hundred rupees is more important to you than me.”
Her fear snowballed into anger. The fact that Vihaan couldn’t understand her point of view felt like a very big confirmation of Nanaji’s worries. In a tone that was a clear condemnation, Vera chastised him, “You have so much money, it doesn’t matter if you lose thousands. For me, even these few hundred are too important to let go. I need the security of money so if I have to pick it over you, I will.”
“Vera!”
She heard him call out behind her as she spun away and stalked back inside, feeling a lot like she was driving a stake through her own heart.
19
Stupid Broken Pussy
Vera
Vera was of theopinion that she’d experienced enough of life to know herself well.
She was stubborn, hated eating gourd, despised the scent of tobacco and could be abrasive when she was angry. She knew these things were entrenched so deeply in her that it’d become part of her DNA. This also meant that she was fairly confident that nothing could surprise her.
Wrong.
She did not expect that at thirty-one, her body would start breaking, pussy first.
She tried to balance the weight of her luggage, wincing at the ache between her thighs, her still-sensitive nipples protesting being bound within their cotton confines. With an audible heave of breath, she climbed yet another set of stairs, getting closer to her new apartment. Every stretch of her muscle was a reminder of the night of complete and utter debauchery.
Losing her virginity with Vihaan had been an exciting, if slightly daunting step in her youth. The times after that had been a learning curve for a bungling teenager filled with hormones and a need to explore her sexuality. He’d been tender and careful, sweetly waiting till she’d taken their relationship further. Their unexpected encounter in the archives room had been completely different. No gentleness, no thought or finesse. Still, she’d orgasmed fast and hard.
Last night though? It would go down in her sexual history as a night of revelation.
In a bid for control, she’d tried to leave once she thought he was finished. Her legs had still been shaking when she’d needled him about wanting to cuddle. If Vihaan had let her go, she’d have had to re-learn how to walk again in those ten seconds. Flailing like Bambi on his luxurious Berber rug wasn’t quite the exit statement she’d have wanted to make.
Except, he’d enticed her to stay. And she’d all but forgotten the world after that.
She’d had moments where she was certain she was going to die, because there was no way anyone could experience that level of sensory overload and still survive. She’d sleepily drifted off at one point and had awoken to find Vihaan cleaning her with a warm towel, forcing a painkiller and water down her throat. She’d been boneless with exhaustion, too tired to protest when he’d pulled the covers over them and settled his firm body against her back.
It had surprised her that he’d thought to offer aftercare.Must’ve been all the practice he’s had,she hmphed, unable to suppress the spike of jealousy at that reminder. It was the recognition of this fact and sheer stubbornness that had allowed her to resist the lure of sleep, especially when he’d held her cocooned against his warm chest. She’d waited until his breathing had evened out, slipping out before she’d succumbed to temptation and did something stupid. Like fall asleep in his bed and wake up together, as if they were real lovers.
Her stupid, broken pussy quivered again.
“I can’t believe you fucked our boss.”
She spun around mid-step, glaring at the unrepentant man behind her who held yet another one of her boxes. Jay had been a big help through this move but a decided nag.
“Shh,” she scolded him, throwing around panicked glance. “Could you be a little quiet? I don’t want all the neighbours to think that a hussy is moving in next door.”