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Stella stuck her eye lids shut tight feeling her lips being chewed and licked. She battled to push him away but sadly, his iron like body was making every of her attempt to fail. Her heart exploded at the obnoxious feeling of being kissed by his lips.
Wasn't he her boss, and she, his employee.
How on earth can he play with the rules as that of a professional and do such a thing with her employee!
Was not he scared that She can accuse him for sexual assault during work hours. Did not he have any fear of being caught by anyone?
No, he did not have any sort of fear. And Stella knew why! He was a freaking boss and who would believe that he tried to kiss her.
Poor Stella, stood as a helpless sculpture having taken advantage of her sanity, by her boss. And unfortunately, she was helpless in the hands of financial problems that she can't even push him back and do anything.
18Stella's point of view... Within thirty minutes we reached the New York Airport. Every moment I spent with him, I felt nasty of my own self. I was not like this, how did I change then? Even after knowing the meaning of this trip, I agreed. This was nothing but the beginning of my difficult life and physical life. He had made it clear with his words why he hired me, still with no doubt, I agreed to him and here, I sat beside him in the waiting lounge next to him like his mistress. I was lucky and thankful to God as we were in a private waiting area that was only for wealthy and rich people like Max Stokes, or else I don't know, how would have I tolerated the narrowed gaze of the passer by. I was lost in my own thoughts when a man well dressed in all black, appeared before my boss and said, "The place is ready." to him. Max nodded and straig
19The nap was good but the arrival of the destination was not. Those disgusting looks the people showered on me, crowing me with a filthy gaze crumpled my stomach. They stared me as the new whorish feminine of Max Stokes as I walked beside him in the air port. We have reached Milan fifteen minutes ago only and, as for now we were going to the parking lot where his guards were waiting for him. I stuck close to Max as the eyes of the people around stared us. They were piercing through my heart. The disgust on the face of girls seemed as if I stole their husband from the bed! The jet landed in the mid hours of the day when the sun was furiously radiating the heat. The weather was not something one like me, who was adapted to coldness could enjoy.Unable to tolerate the suffocating humidity I threw my over coat and scarf to let the fresh air hit me. "Wow, that feels good." I murmured to myself.
20There were soo many emotions, I meant so fucking many emotions that I cannot name them out all!And much to my exasperation, there was no tinge of lust in his eyes then. Was I really looking into his, The Max Stokes' eyes?The car entered inside the gate of a massive villa, and I was pushed in my seat like before. When I looked at his face again, he turned it around looking outside the window as if nothing happened. Yet, his words, every freaking word he spoke to me just now, repeated in my head. Did he really meant what he said? Any ways, our car halted near a small cabinet beside the gates. An extremely hot looking security jumped in front of us. He smiled while his fingers saluted Max. "Welcome to Milan again, boss." he wished Max whereas I occupied myself in examining the place. It was indeed a place where wealthy people dwell and which I only had seen fr
"Stella! Stellaa!!" Feeling a tug on the shoulder amidst the melancholic call of her names Stella bolt open her eyes.They met with the quizzical face of her boss whose eyebrows were shrunk together above his eyes. His lips slightly pouty quivered indicating his amusement. Stella moved backwards, far away from her bosses reach and heaved a breath that was stuck in her throat and choking her respiration.She looked around and then at her close. Her cilium fastened concurrently upon the realization of standing in piece— unharmed and grateful."Are you there in this world?" She unfolded her eye lids with a grasp when his question hit her.Oh how can she forget, the boss was standing right there.Stella sucked another breath while she sensed her face running wet with sweat to herself. She upped her fingers and touched the tips
22Hours passed and the thought of Max and his conversation still stayed fresh in my mind. I was so scared that even the rippling sound of the passing winds made me jump every time the blew. I had my lunch in the room I was allotted, caught in fear. Though my heart was throbbing continuously in my head, I ate the good food the servant provided. After Max left, the servants returned. They were dazed witnessing my teary face but minded their job without interfering in my business. Seemed like Max informed the servants to show me my room and feed me while he was gone. Because, the servants worked so monotonously as if they were already directed to do what they were doing. I have never seen a room with so much furniture and so many hues I had never chosen, nor a room I love so much. It was plush and showed it was made with thousands of dollars yet it looked so dull and unpleasant. The walls are all burnt oran
23The dining room was exquisite. The walls were covered with a shimmering gold paper and in the middle of the ceiling above the carved oak table was a candelabra.My legs automatically moved inside while my pupils noticed everything minutely. From the look itself, I can confidently say that my boss must have spent millions of dollars on this villa. But sadness dawned on me because it was barely used. He hardly stayed here, only during his trips to Milan.It was assured that he travelled too much. And I wondered how many such beautiful Villas were built for him but never used for a permanent stay!I stood beside the table and trailed my fingers on the wood. Down the centre of the table was a runner with Celtic design woven in gold and green into the fabric itself. At the end of the table were floor to ceiling French doors, left slightly opened to let in the scented summer air gush in and brush the faces o
Colour drained from Stella's face, when she heard a cracking grasp leaving his lips and hands loosening his hold around her wrist, she eventually stopped and tried to stare his face in the darkness. Her body stilled and face colour totally drained as white as a slice of bread, white as a ghost, white as a sheet. She forgot to breath. The moment seemed to have stopped after he loosened his hold. Stella's body rigidly rooted to the spot, she froze. Her clammy hold on the sculpture loosened and it fell with chiming noise on the floor. "M-max!" she fearfully uttered his name. Cold sweat ran down her forehead. Her body was shaking while her tongue stammered, she was unable to speak. Wide eyed with realization Stella edged backwards. Her blood froze as she could not feel any movement coming from his side. Did she, did she kill him? Isn't he breathing? If he is breathing, then why doesn't h
Two days later**The Milan Villa, Afternoon, Stella's point of view.... "Miss Miller, your lunch is ready, should I bring it to your room or will you come down at the table?" the lady with big fat specs asked me in her as usually firm and polite tone.I was looking out of the window when she addressed me, "No thanks, Mrs. Black, I am not hungry now. You can leave the food in the kitchen, I will eat it." And I continued to look out of the window only when I replied her.However, after my reply, she did not move. I can sense her lean tall figure standing beside me while I sat down on the window sill and stared out. I can feel her eyes watching me silently, with her lips quivering to tell me to move out of the room and to the lunch table with her. Because I have not touched a grain of food after that night."Oh Miss. Miller, you have not eaten anything fo