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What Dreams Are Made Of – Episode 1

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And he covered her lips completely with his.

 

Chrissy was too shocked to realize what was happening. She hated this man with all her guts, and he had ignored her till now, as if she didn’t exist. So, what changed suddenly? Why was Nikloi Swaroski, her worst enemy, kissing her?

 

She couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams that Nikloi Swaroski or for that matter, any man would kiss her like this. She was not the one to make men’s head turn. Hell, she was not even stared at! So why was he kissing her?

 

Her brain raked through her senses to answer the questions raiding her mind. But even as she struggled, she was pulled out of her shocked state by an urgent tug at her lower lip. Nikloi Swaroski was gently biting her lips to force her to open her mouth. She felt too claustrophobic along with a great surge of fear. Fear gave rush to adrenaline which quickly gave way to anger.

 

How dare he kiss me? She scowled. Pushing against him with all her might, using her hands, fists and legs, she twisted and writhed as much she could in the limited space they were in. That’s when she heard a voice, his voice. “Be still,” he said. She was stunned.

 

He asked me to be still? While he was ravaging my lips as if I was a candy on his conference room table? No!

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She continued with her struggle to free herself and slammed her right fist into his chest. He groaned and muttered something like a curse. She wasn’t sure. But then she heard him gritting against his teeth, his lips still glued to hers, “Are you deaf, girl? I said, BE STILL.”

 

 

Chrissy couldn’t believe her ears. The man was kissing her and at the same time ordering her to stay still. Who does that ? She wondered, bewildered by his actions. And even if some maniac did, she wouldn’t know. She had no experience of being kissed.

 

Despite being highly distressed, there was something in his voice that told her not

 

to defy him. So, there she was, locked in his arms. His one hand encircling her

 

waist while the other was holding her neck. He turned her face so he could have a

 

better access to her lips, sucking them as if he didn’t have anything else to do all

 

day. Her hands curled up into tight fists. She tried not to flinch when he tugged at

 

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her lower lip again.

 

Oh!

 

The man was insufferable. She hated him for everything wrong in her life. And even more for kissing her like a mad man. But worst, at that moment, she hated herself for letting him do this to her. But regardless of what she thought, the onslaught continued. She braced herself to get it over with, holding onto her anger. But apart from her anger, she was experiencing something else too, something she couldn’t clearly understand. In her twenty-two years of life, she had never known a man intimately. Despite her strong desire to kick him hard, she found herself standing still in his arms. His lips continued their conquest and with every second she felt something twitch deep inside her.

 

Her brain seemed to be trying to send her the signal, Get out! Get out now before-.

 

Before what?

 

She didn’t know. All she knew was that she had to get out and that too quickly. She again pushed both her arms against his chest to get him off her but try as she might, she was not able to succeed. His lips were still sucking hers.

 

Suddenly she felt too drained. As if he was sucking out her life through her lips. She wanted the kiss to stop. She also wanted the struggle to stop. She was finding it difficult to continue with her resistance. Her body was dogged tired by now with this bizarre situation. She felt she couldn’t survive the attack on her lips and her senses any longer. She was losing the battle to continue standing and was just about to go limp in his arms when the unexpected happen. Again.

 

He straightened up and let go of her completely. She would have fallen, if not for the wooden conference table just behind her back. She placed both her hands on

 

 

the table to steady herself. Blinking a couple of times, she tried to adjust to this sudden change. Her lips throbbed with

 

a completely new sensation and her heart pounded heavily in her chest. She struggled to come to terms with what had just happened.

 

Did Nikloi Swaroski just kiss her, long and silly, out of the blue, and then stand as if nothing had happened?

 

She gaped, going a bit crazy herself. He, on the other hand, had moved back a step or two and was regarding her with an unreadable expression. She couldn’t understand but could see it was neither happiness nor remorse. Then why did the mad man do it?

 

Chrissy’s mind went wild with confusion. Without realizing, her fingers reached up and touched her lips. They felt different.

 

There was a flash in his deep blue eyes for a micro mini second as he watched her touch her lips, but it was gone even before she fully registered it.

 

If she was angry earlier, she felt a burning rage now. She wanted to scream and punch the face that had just kissed her. Pulling herself to her full five feet three inches, she spit out in anger,

 

“What the hell do you think you are doing? How dare you touch me?”

 

He seemed to have no issues with her rage. Instead he appeared as cool as a cucumber. Raising his left eye brow, he questioned, “Touch?”

 

Oh, the man! He had been kissing my lips as if sipping iced tea and has the audacity to question my vocabulary? She seethed inside.

 

“Kiss!” She hissed. “How dare you kiss me? Who do you think you are? And more importantly, who do you think am I?”

 

“That is simple,” he said. “I am Nikloi Swaroski and you are the girl who happened to be at the right place at the right time.”

 

Chrissy thought her ears were failing her, not believing what she heard him say. Frustrated, she almost screamed, “I know who you are. I am asking why the hell you kissed me.”

 

“I just answered that few seconds ago,” he said.

 

 

“And is that all you are going to say?” She continued in her bewilderment. More interesting stories for free at TOPSTER STORIES.

 

“What else is there to say?” He said raising an eye brow again.

 

Chrissy knew there was no way one she was going to get anything out of the arrogant snob. And her self-respect prevented her from pleading for an explanation for kissing her senseless. But that didn’t mean she was going to forgive him. She vowed silently to herself that she would somehow make the evil man pay for all his wrong doings in the past and the present, especially the present.

 

With that she gave him one last spiteful look, pouring out all her hatred in that look, and turned away to walk out of the conference room. But before she could step out, Ms White, his secretary, rushed inside the room. Chrissy wanted to leave but Ms White was blocking the door.

 

Looking worried, she ignored Chrissy and spoke hurriedly to Nikloi Swaroski. “Sir, Ms Malkovich was very upset. She said that she is pulling out of the Regiment Estate deal. She thr-, I mean, she left the deal papers while leaving.”

 

Pain stricken, she continued, “I am sorry, Sir, if it was my mistake. I sent her here to meet you in the conference room, thinking you would be free by now.” She said staring at Chrissy. It was the first time she noticed her in the room.

 

“You did nothing wrong, Ms White,” said Nikloi. “In fact, sending Susan here at that very moment was the best thing you did today.”

 

 

 

Chrissy could see confusion written all over Ms White’s face just as she was sure, it would be evident on her own face as well.

 

“I was, kind of busy, when Susan came in and fortunately, she saw me occupied elsewhere. Going by the look she gave before leaving, I don’t expect to be disturbed by her anymore,” he told his secretary while his eyes were fixed on Chrissy all the time.

 

Ms White was still thoroughly confused about the whole thing. She looked at her boss and then the girl who was standing in the room. Isn’t she the girl who came to meet Mr Swaroski in the afternoon? What was she still doing here? Ms White thought.

 

 

But she knew better than to question her boss and decided to leave him with whatever he was discussing with the girl. She thanked him and hurried out. J

 

ust when Chrissy was also about to follow her, he called out to her. “Don’t let that kiss go to your head. Susan needed the message and you served it quite well.” It was only then that his words finally registered on her.

 

This woman, what’s her name? Susan. Yes, Susan saw him kissing me and he seems to be happy about it. That is, if having straight lips can be called happy!

 

So, did he… Did he kiss me to drive that woman away!

 

 

If looks could have killed, Nikloi Swaroski would have been a dead man right then. Chrissy felt disgusted by the man standing in front of her. He had kissed her only to avoid meeting another woman. She felt used by him. The man was an insult to all women, she thought.

 

She wanted to hit him hard on his face and wipe off that arrogance. Instead she just answered, “Oh don’t worry. That kiss was hardly worth remembering. I wouldn’t waste my time on it.”

 

 

 

 

 

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