Chapter 15
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Carl roared, going appalled.
Claire tightened her lips forcing herself not to scream and closed her eyes in pain. It was then he looked down and understood he was stamping on her fingers with his shoe clad leg.
He immediately lifted his leg from the top of her digits and pulled her out from under the table with his other hand simultaneously resting on top of her head so that she wouldn't get hit by the table roof.
"The place meant for sitting is there…." He pointed to the seats situated across the desk with his eyes. "not under the table."
Claire knitted her eyebrows at him in anger when he was looking at her in a teasing smirk. "I wasn't sitting, I was hiding."
His eyes fortuitously dropped to her fingers which she was holding stiffening her lips to arrest the pain. "Shit! You are bleeding."
He pulled her to the washroom and placed her hand under the running water of the sink to stop the blood loss. When the bleeding stopped, he started nursing her injury with an antiseptic ointment. "By the way, from whom were you hiding?"
"You" Claire answered him with a scorn.
"Oh, but I am not a carnivore. I do not eat humans if that is what you are afraid of." Carl was having a lot of fun in conversation with Claire.
Claire stamped her foot on the floor like a little girl going irked. "You are laughing but this is not funny."
Once he finished dressing her wounds Claire was about to flee once again but he held her hand. "I am sorry, I couldn't recollect, what is your name?"
Claire chewed on her lips with annoyance. "I'm Claire, Claire Knights."
"By the way Claire you cannot escape from my view especially when you are under my roof." Claire's eyes widened. Well she had to act like she was clueless with him as the owner of the place.
"Yes. What you are thinking is right. I am the CEO and owner of Johnson group of Industries, Carl Campbell." He stood before her like a compelling celestial force in a cocksure simper with his hands tucked in his pant pockets.
Her eyes narrowed, nose scrunched up and cheeks reddened. It was a perfect sight to see. Carl was loving the different shades of her. She was bubbly, innocent, arrogant and sometimes crazy who could take away the breath of any man with her innocence.
Claire flounced to the door, not ready to spend one more minute in front of him.
But all of a sudden she was about to slip.
"Watch it!" Carl yelled and was on time to hold her in his arms before her little body could reach the floor.
"Don't you know how to walk properly? If I wasn't here, you would have fallen." He grilled his teeth at her in irritation.
Claire pushed his hands away with a scowl. "I do not need your help, I can manage myself."
When she was about to reach the door he called her once again. "Stop using those pencil heels. You are still a baby and do not know how to walk with them."
The guts of him to call her a baby and that too in their third meeting itself. Claire promised herself she was soon going to teach the self conceited freak a strong lesson.
*****
Ten days later…
Elena was sick due to fever. By the time Claire finished both hers and her friend's shift, it was well past ten.
The state has imposed a curfew due to some disturbance going on and the streets were deserted.
Claire rubbed her forearms and walked ahead, a sort of fear was suddenly occupying her. Why do all the calamities like rain, curfew, alienated streets all of a sudden arrive when she has to do the evening shift?
The streets are often occupied with drug peddlers during this time. She took an about turn to reach back to the restaurant. Mrs Jennifer's house was close by. Maybe she would allow her to stay for the night and she can call Elena, she would reach home tomorrow after the shift.
But to her utter dismay the house was locked. She then remembered Mrs Jennifer had informed her a few days ago that it was her grand daughter's birthday today.
After lunch she might have left. Since it was a curfew, no taxi or bus would arrive. She was forced to walk all the way to Elena's house.
With her handbag close to her chest, Claire began to walk through the deserted streets as fast as her feet could take her.
Just a few more steps and she would be in their street when there was a firm hand laid on her shoulder.
Her lips began to quiver because of the cold and pensiveness. Claire halted on her steps, sent a silent prayer to God and turned around.
The soil swept away from under her feet as soon as she took note of the person standing before her. "Remember me?"
He was the same person who tried to rape her months ago. At that time she was acting to catch a fish in her net but now it wasn't required anymore. "Enough of running you did from me for the last three months, sweetheart." His breath was wreaking the smell of alcohol and cigarettes and probably he was high on drugs because his eyes were half closed.
"I kept waiting for you to come back but you were a tough nut to crack. What happened to the Romeo who saved you earlier. Unfortunately luck does not favor us all the time. Isn't it? Give me what I want." He spat the words with venom.
But suddenly, his expression was replaced with an evil smile on his brims. "Do not worry. I will accept you the way you are." He pulled her towards an alley. Satan dances on his head with a cynical grin whenever she is around.
"You will repent this when you go sober." She tried to warn him for one last time but the unlucky idiot was far away to realize the danger behind her words.
"I told you three months ago to agree with me. Nobody will come to know about it and we can satisfy ourselves. But you were as stubborn as a log and thus I am left with no option but to rape you. Come on, do not create a scene now. Because you have no other way but to agree with me." He winked with a narcissistic grin.
Claire attempted to run but he was firm on his hold. "Not again sweetheart, how many times could you use the same old trick? I am not some egotistical jerk when it comes to having sex. Even if you spit on my face, I will wipe it off and pound you. So now that you are the little bird in my cage, you have two choices, either you walk with me like a good girl to that small cottage."
He pointed ahead to a wooden house in ruins. "Or I can drag you to the place." Claire wondered how he got the address of such a location. She did not want his dirty hands on her body. So she preferred to walk.
The skirt chaser was shocked and simultaneously happy by Claire's unexpected cooperation.
As soon as they reached the deserted alley Claire alias Sapphire looked around, lifted her knee and kicked him in a place the sun doesn't shine. Jerome fell to the ground holding his crotch.
"You bitch…" Before he could speak more she blew him on his nose which immediately started bleeding.
"Who do you think I'm? That was a play I was enacting to catch a bigger fish unlike you." She then pummeled her fist into his stomach.
"I did not want this incident on police records. That was the reason I gave you a chance to escape. I am here on a mission and my true identity is concealed by your were stupid and as adamant as a log. You needed to be taught a lesson." She took out the pepper spray from her bag and sprayed it on his face.
"Do not dare to hurt a girl because all are not as weak as you think." She slapped him simultaneously on both cheeks, lifted his leg and twisted it. The reprobate couldn't hold his breath for long though he knew what was about to happen. He dropped to the floor unconscious and Claire alias Sapphire fled from the place.
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