Chapter 6 Kabir or Asshole?

Kabir’s P.O.V.

As I settled down on the plush couch in my suite, exhausted, I muttered to myself, “Finally, some rest.”

It was 3:30 a.m. and Zayn had ventured out to the hotel garden for some fresh air, while I craved the solace of my room.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and sleep, I heard a knock on the door. I let out an annoyed sigh and called out, “Who is it?”

A male voice came from the other side, “Sir, it’s me, the manager.” I clenched my teeth, trying to keep my anger in check.

“Come in,” I reluctantly said, permitting him to enter.

He opened the door and stepped inside, looking nervous. I cut him off before he could say anything, my voice firm. “You better have a good reason for disturbing me.”

He stammered, clearly intimidated by my presence. “Y-yeah, sir.” I could see the sweat forming on his forehead. “For your relaxation, I’ve got something special planned to help you unwind,” he quickly explained, his voice trembling.

My curiosity sparked, and I raised an eyebrow, asking, “Huh? What do you mean?”

A sly smile played on the manager’s lips as he replied, “Sir, just wait here. I’m sending her.” With that, he spun and walked away, leaving me excited.

I took off my blazer and unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt, allowing myself to breathe a little easier. The room was quiet as I waited for the mysterious visitor the manager had promised.

A soft knock on the door broke the silence, and I called out, “Come in.” The door opened, revealing a vision of beauty standing before me.

My gaze wandered from her head to toe as she stood before me. She was dressed in a crisp white shirt and a blue skirt that ended just above her knees. Her shirt pocket bore the hotel’s name, lending professionalism to her look.

“Good evening, sir,” she greeted me politely. “The manager has asked me to bring you some drinks. I’m from a special staff member.”

Ah, so she was the surprise the manager had mentioned. I felt excited as I watched her enter the room and begin preparing my drink. My eyes fixed on her figure, appreciating the beauty of her Indian heritage.

I was exhausted and just wanted to get some sleep, but seeing her changed everything. She was undeniably attractive and hot.

I can rest after some action! Isn’t it?

Because it’s such a shame to let go of this Indian beauty who herself came to all your mercy.

As she handed me the glass, her foot slipped, and before she could regain her balance, she landed on my lap.

Instinctively, my hands wrapped around her waist, steadying her.

In that moment, I could feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine, igniting a sudden rush of desire.

As I looked into her grey eyes and saw her staring at me, her gaze filled with the same intensity that I felt, a surge of desire coursed through my veins.

Well, it was pretty awesome to find out that we have more in common than just our eye colour. Our desires align too!

I couldn’t resist the magnetic pull drawing me closer to her, and after leaning in, I captured her lips in a gentle kiss.

In that instant, I could feel her eyes widening in surprise, but it quickly transformed into a reciprocation of passion. Our bodies pressed together, the heat between us growing with each passing second. Her hand found its place on my shoulder, anchoring herself to me, while her other hand tangled in my hair, pulling me even closer.

Breathing heavily, we reluctantly pulled apart, our eyes locked in a gaze that mirrored the fire within us.

I got confused as suddenly that girl got up from my lap and was staring at me with widened eyes.

“What happened? Why did you get up?” I asked, irked.

“Sir, I’m sorry-” I cut her off, showing my hand. She must be apologizing because she fell on my lap. But it’s okay. I’m already turned on and I’m definitely not in a mood to talk.

My junior down there is all up for some action.

“Just throw out this bullshit and do your work for what you are here,” I ordered and saw her staring at me.

“What? Why are you staring at me? Kneel and suck me.” I ordered again, my voice dripping with arrogance. I saw her eyes widen even more, and before I could comprehend what was happening, she came closer to me and slapped me right across my face.

The force of the slap startled me.

What the fuck!

“How dare you?” I asked, getting up from my place, my anger rising.

“How the fuck dare you?” She retorted, her eyes spitting fire, making my confusion grow. Why was she so angry?

“Listen-”

She cut me off, yelling. “You listen, Mr. asshole. What the fuck do you think of me? A slave?”

No one dared to talk to me like this. Not only did she slap me, but she also had the audacity to abuse me. That was something I couldn’t tolerate.

Anger coursed through my veins, and without thinking, I reached into the pocket of my blazer, where I kept my gun. I pulled it out and held it firmly in my hand at her forehead.

I saw her eyes widen as soon as she looked at the gun in my hand. A smirk played on my lips as I moved closer to her.

“What happened? Cat caught your tongue now?” I asked, keeping the gun pointed at her head.

She continued to stare at me, her eyes unwavering, not a hint of fear in them.

“You think I got scared of this?” she asked, her voice laced with defiance. “You asshole-”

I interrupted, “If you dare to call me an asshole again, I will not think twice about pulling the trigger and shooting you directly in the forehead.”

She didn’t even blink, her eyes locked with mine, her defiance unyielding.

Somewhere deep down, I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of surprise at her unwavering attitude.

“Asshole!” she cursed, staring directly into my eyes.

Feisty!

Her boldness impressed me as I stood before her, the gun pressed against her forehead. She didn’t flinch, not even a hint of fear.

I couldn't take my eyes off this captivating girl. As I witnessed her bravery, my anger began to dissipate. A smile spread across my face, admiring her fearless attitude. I couldn’t deny that her audacity only drew me closer to her.

But I couldn’t let her see that.

Staring at her with a stony expression, I pretended to pull the trigger, causing her to close her eyes in fear. I smirked, savouring the moment. But when she realized nothing had happened, she opened her eyes in shock as she was still standing there, alive.

I smirked even more because my gun was locked. I just wanted to see the fear on her face.

“You got scared, right?” I asked, a smirk playing on my lips.

“No! Asshole. I’d rather die without fear than beg someone like you,” she retorted defiantly, folding her arms. As I met her gaze, my eyes unintentionally drifted towards her chest, momentarily distracted by the way her arms lifted and accentuated her curves.

Instantly, she caught on to my glance, and her anger flared. 'Pervert,' she seethed, her voice laced with frustration and disdain.

What the fuck!

Her words ignited my anger.

I should have shot her!

I couldn’t believe she still had the audacity to talk to me like this. Didn’t she know I was being generous towards her?

Losing my temper, I pinned her against the wall, gripping her arms tightly.

“This time, my gun is not locked,” I said dangerously, coming closer to her face. I slowly inserted the gun into her mouth, holding both her hands above her head, feeling a rush of power and control.

But to my surprise, she didn’t flinch. Not even a hint of fear. In fact, she glared at me.

What the fuck! Her audacity only fueled my frustration and desire for her. She was turning me on with her attitude.

We locked eyes, our gazes intense, as our bodies pressed against each other. My one hand still firmly gripped her arms, while the other caressed the gun along her jawline.

However, a sudden knock on the door shattered the trance. I wondered who could be here at this time. “Come in,” I said, my voice still filled with authority, not letting go of her.

“I’m so sorry. Sir, I got delayed. I had to use the restroom.” To my surprise, a girl entered wearing lingerie with a robe on top. I scanned her from top to bottom, then glanced back at the girl I was holding. I noticed her name, Roshini, printed on her badge.

Fuck! She was one of the staff members of this hotel.

I stared at her face and then at her badge, she glared at me and pushed me away. I looked at her, startled.

Damn! It seems like I misunderstood her with that other girl the manager was referring to.

“Sir, should I come in?” The girl who was standing at the door asked, her voice coming out a little seducing.

I closed my eyes at the fuck up I just did and my anger boiled over, and I yelled, “Get the fuck out of here!” She flinched in her place and seeing my eyes spitting fire, she immediately turned and left.

My eyes then fell back on Roshini, who was still standing there, glaring at me.

“Sorry! I’m sorry. I apologise.” I quickly blurted out, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt.

It wasn’t easy for me to apologise, but there was something in her eyes that made me reconsider my stubbornness. I didn’t want her to curse me even more, and maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to salvage this situation because whatever I did was not something Zayn and I stood for.

Consent is important, period!