I woke up at around three p.m. and sat on the bed contemplating on the quarter life crisis. The dark clouds enveloped the November sky, the rainiest month of the year here. It had just stopped drizzling and looks inviting to step outside for a quick gasp of fresh air.
The presidential suite is enormous spreading across two lavish floors. Still in the skimpy transparent shirt, I hummed a tune while relishing the contemporary artistry of the place.
I have been intentionally indulging myself in skincare recently due to Aadrik's pesters. He loves 'selfcare' as he quotes and with time I am slowly giving into his snarky taunts over my negligence.
I wouldn't dare to call these excellent choices in clothing as my innate ability as over the past year, my style though seemed fabulous, my husband's bits have unconsciously rubbed upon the fabrics over time.
After checking the temperature outside, I wore a fine sweater with a beige covert that I stole from his closet last week.
I grabbed the umbrella set aside by my butler a ditching my driver for a moment, I waltzed across the street to find a presentable café for a quick snack.
"Madam, are you fine?", my bodyguard looked concerned.
"I feel pleasant I suppose", I was confused.
"Sir had instructed to make sure you are safe and comfortable", he stood straight and took a step back and I rolled my eyes at my husband's audacity.
"Take me to him", I wiped off the residues from the sugary treat as he nodded.
"We will have a nice walk into his place?", it was more of a statement as I knew he wouldn't disagree to my words.
"Let me hold the umbrella for you", it might pour down again any moment.
Passing through the affluent buildings I observed the passerby. Kids huddled over the shops, couples in love and loners with their coffee seemed content with their little world, chaotic nevertheless.
The office he was in was a just a twenty minutes quick brisk walk away. It was pouring cats and dogs as I entered the building slightly drenched.
The assistant was fast to take my coat as I walked to the receptionist.
"Dr. Aakriti Agnihotri", she gave me a knowing smile before redirecting a call to the manager. An opulent man in his 30's walked towards me and forwarded his hand for a shake.
"Good evening, Madam, I am Sebastian Kouris, the art director of Linus Tapestry", I smiled returning the gesture.
"Aakriti Agnihotri. Pleasure to meet you, Kouris", he led me to a private elevator.
"Been a while since I had a scenery of such beauty, I must say. Are you perhaps in the modelling industry?", his charming smile made me a bit hot suddenly.
"I am flattered but I am nowhere related to the industry. In contract, I am a doctor", his eyes slightly enlarged in surprise.
"Your patients are one lucky bunch of people", the chuckle was brought to halt as the doors opened to reveal a magnificently golden lit corridor which closed again.
"How long are you staying in Athens, Miss?", I contemplated on answering that. Over the years as an experienced woman, this was a dangerous route to take.
"Probably less than a week", it was curt.
"Wonderful, I hope you have been made comfortable with the people around", more of a question.
"Indeed. They are lovely", I replied, my shoes tapping over the floor impatiently.
"I am glad. If I may ask, are you free any day so that I could take you out for dinner?", he looked confident in that tone. Please leave me....
"I am probably not that available to entertain. And also, I am committed", he sighed in disappointment.
"Oh, that's a loss", I chuckled as we entered the topmost floor. He led me to an office that had floor to roof glass windows.
"You hid your gorgeous sister away from everyone so well, Agnihotri", Aadrik looked up from the huge table confused.
He smiled widely disregarding his words and walked towards me to give a hug.
"I asked her to a dinner date, sadly she declined", he made a lopsided grin humorously making me chuckle.
"That's my wife, fuck off Sebastian", he scoffed pulling me closer to peck my cheeks as if to claim his territory.
I shook my head at his pettiness. "Thought it was your sister", he didn't let it go so soon making my husband throw a nasty glare.
He guided me towards the white loveseat and worked on wrapping up the charts on the table. There were various intricate embroideries littered over the desk shining in the glory of their artisans.
Aadrik was working on the winter collection for the year, the woolen embroideries of Greece have a history of its own marked by remarkable centuries and ideal craftmanship—that has garnered his attention to infuse it with the Kashmiri embroidery.
He spent the early years of his life in the state of Kashmir with his maternal grandmother being the niece of then ruler. Hence, this project is an endearment and a tribute to his early childhood.
"Do you have any plans for the night?", he asked as I absentmindedly hummed.
"I thought of taking you out for a fine dine near this and then probably a dip in the pool later", I just nodded still lost looking at the delicacy—him in front of me.
I always had a thing for men who work, cook and are closer to their culture. And when the said man is a perfecto in all the three, I might as well consider myself a winner of casino.
The same hand that has rolled up sleeves with perky muscles and veins that is working meticulously over the sheets was working wonders over my vagina just a few hours ago. The thought just-
"Are you alright?", I was brought out of my reverie as he stood in front of me with a worried expression.
"Are you sick? Why did you come all the way in this heavy rain that too on walk, completely drenched? Are you even a doctor, because I am not seeing a single thought of care for yourself", I pulled him by his tie and got up pushing him over the couch.
"That tongue looked better inside me", I smiled straddling over his lap.
"Woah", he chuckled, his hands grazing over my pants as I pulled him for a passionate kiss.
He brought my body closer to him as he responded with the same intensity—per se more hungrily than ever. I moved my fingers over his tousled hair and into his jacket while pushing my tongue into his mouth.
He, without a protest let me in as I taste the sweet coffee he was sipping a moment before. His hands grabbed my thighs giving them a gentle squeeze that sent pleasurable sensations throughout my body.
I moaned in delight, hurry to remove the jacket he pulled me back for a breath.
"Easy there, sweetie. You can have this meal later at night", the dimple and bruised lips made me blush thinking about my sudden arousal.
I quickly got away from him and un-elegantly situated myself on the ground rubbing my hands over the non-existent crease over the dress.
He chuckled pulling himself together and held my waist—guiding me to the elevator.
One thing to keep in mind is that this night is still on the start...
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