13 his Worst side

She fell as asleep, yet again, exhausted only to be woken up by a loud thud.

She looked at the time, it was 1:49 Am

It was Armaan closing the car door behind him.

She had no idea if they reached or not, so she sat upright, confused and unable to move.

Suddenly the door opened, revealing John.

"We've reached ma'am" He smiled, opening the door for Neha.

"Oh…Alright. Thank you" She said, thinking that the driver is much politer and well-mannered than Armaan.

"My pleasure" John closed the door behind Neha.

Neha looked up at the building, shimmering with lights.

"The Ritz Carlton" it read.

The building was big and sophisticated, yellow lights peeking out of the fancy glass windows.

Neha could hear Armaan and John talking in the background.

But, she wasn't focused on that. Even after all the tragedies, she was taken away by the beauty of the weather and the big buildings, street lights and the crowd at this time of the night.

She loved it all.

She had already dreamt of being in a place like this, with a person she loves.

But, against her wishes, she is here with someone she hates the most.

Armaan looked at Neha who was looking all around the place like a child who has been to amusement park for the very first time.

Armaan laughed and thought "I'm going to make her enjoy more"

Evil thoughts sped past his mind.

The hotel staff, helped them inside the hotel, towards the reception.

Neha noticed the receptionist, she was beautiful, with neatly combed slick black short hair, one side tucked behind her ear and one side let loose. Her black short dress complimented her petite body and a grey coat complete the whole official look. She had a golden batch, with her name with bold black letters, pinned on her coat "Holland Francisco".

When Armaan reached the counter, an unusual smile shined, her dark red lipstick bright on her face.

"Hello Armaan sir, how you been?" She asked in a thick American accent and a soft flirtatious voice. She bent down, her elbows on the counter.

"Hey Holland, I've booked a room for 'two' few days back, can you check it?" He emphasized on the two, and smiled at her.

"They know each other? He must have been here before" Neha noticed Holland's body language, it made her rather uncomfortable.

"Two?" Holland asked.

She looked behind Armaan to see Neha standing.

Holland's smile faded in a bolt.

"Your girlfriend?" Holland asked raising her eyebrows

"No" He paused "Wife" Armaan said, like he owned the word.

He used to say that to people around him often, claiming that Neha was his wife. But Neha never felt it. Is this how a wife is treated? She often thought.

Neha smiled at Holland, but Holland turned her face away, in displeasure.

"Wow…" She looked at Armaan with the same displeasured face and then back to her computer.

"Room no. 105, 8th floor, here's the key. Thank you!" The cheeky Holland turned into a typical rude receptionist in a flash.

"Thank you Holly, I'll talk to you soon?" Armaan said, smiling apologetically.

"We'll see" She replied, without taking her eyes off the computer.

Neha was confused. "What was that?" She thought.

She wanted to ask Armaan what was all that about, but she thought, why? It's not even like she gives a shit about it.

They entered the elevator and pressed the button for 8th floor.

They were alone in the elevator.

Neha looked at Armaan who was consumed in his thoughts.

Suddenly he looked at her and caught her looking at him.

She turned her face away, ashamed.

"Wondering what was up with Holland?" Armaan asked, like he read her mind.

"How does he always know?" She was shocked.

She looked at him then back towards the lift door.

"Well, I've been here before and you must have noticed, she is really pretty…" he paused to look back at Neha "So, I befriended her, and…"

Neha and Armaan looked at each other and he continued, "We were friends with benefits, for a very long time."

Neha was not shocked "I'm not surprised" she said, like she already knew it.

"Mhmm?" Armaan moved closer to Neha, "but we were more than that to each other, she was more like my best friend, but she developed feelings for me and I denied having any for her, because I could only think of you when I had sex with her. I saw you in her…"

He brought his face closer to her and she moved back.

She leaned on the elevator wall, nowhere to go.

"I can't resist you. I hate you, but, you are irresistible…" He said, before pulling her into a wild kiss.

His hands moved to her back, gently holding the back of her neck.

Neha was too tired to give in.

She tried to resist him, but he had her lips intertwined in his.

Suddenly the elevator door opened and they parted, breathless.

"8th floor" the top of the elevator blinked.

 Their lips parted abruptly.

They stood in the elevator, with doors wide open, breaths running wild.

Neha couldn't comprehend what just happened.

The door was about to close when Armaan stepped up between the doors, preventing them from closing.

"let's go" Armaan said, motioning out.

They got out of the elevator and walked through a long hallway towards their room. Neha's mind still on the sudden kiss.

She wondered how her plain, dry but satisfactory life turned upside down just after marriage. Her life revolved around sex, danger, more pain.

There was just lust, without love.

"Room 103, 04, 105, there you go" Armaan slid the room card inside the card reader.

The room opened to a big living room, with beige couch and a black center table, complementing the plain but blasé walls.

Behind the couch set was a big glass window which led towards a balcony, unveiling high building, the bight sky and the crowded city.

In front of the couch was a fire place, spreading comfort in the room in this cold weather.

Neha entered the room, admiring the set up. She never thought she'd stay somewhere like this.

The room was dimly lit, comforting to the eyes.

To her left was another room; a bedroom.

She entered the room, to find a big double bed. With white sheets.

The bed looked very fluffy and comfortable.

She immediately wanted to jump andslip into deep slumber.

On the left side of the bedroom was again a big window, hidden behind white and light brown curtains. She opened the curtains and looked down at the people moving past the hotel.

She turned back to look at another door. She entered it to find the most elegant bathroom she had ever seen.

As she entered, to her right was a big wash basin with a counter and a big mirror bordered with marble design.

To her left was a rectangular glass room, with shower fitted on the wall and marble like bottles on the holders.

Just in front of the glass shower room, was a big white marbled bathtub.

She was astonished and excited.

She wanted to be here alone, with nobody to disturb her.

She closed her eyes, feeling herself in the tub, filled with hot water and scented candles beside her.

Suddenly she felt two hands pressing her shoulders.

She jumped in terror and looked behind; it was Armaan.

"Good place right?" He looked at her.

"Good place for very good things" He came closer to her.

She sped past him towards the living room and he followed behind.

"Well, I'm tired for anything anyway. I'll be right back. I've a meeting here, in the evening that's the reason why we are here. So, I've to book the place for tomorrow." He paused "Also, you've to join me for the meeting, for few seconds. They want to meet you, so be ready. Dress up official." He instructed, before walking out of the door.

Neha let out a sigh and decided to take a shower before he comes back.

Or else, he might get thoughts.

Neha unpacked her bag, took her clothes and went to shower.

She was so tired that she forgot to lock the door behind her.

She slowly stripped down her clothes and stepped into the shower.

Water dripped down her body, taking the tiredness with every drop of it.

She thought of every moment with Armaan. How harsh he is with her.

How he touched her body.

Her body ached at the places her touched her.

Her breast, her butt, her stomach, her thighs, everywhere. Her hands wandered to all those places, without realizing.

She slowly touched her vagina, and imagined his lips touching there, she let out a soft moan.

"What…no!" she opened her eyes in shock.

She looked around; no one.

She quickly finishes showering and dressed up into comfy pajamas and a red top.

Only when she was walking out, she realized, the door was open.

The hair on her neck jumped up "What if he was here…"

She walked out stepping into the bedroom; nobody there "Thank god!" she exclaimed as she climbed into the jumpy fluffy bed.

She tucked herself inside the thick white blanket and slipped into deep sleep.

The door of the bedroom slowly closed.

Armaan left the room, content from the sight that he just watched.