At night Michael stood at his balcony, his body relaxed and his hair still damp from a shower.
The redness of his eyes pronounced as he held a blunt in one hand and a wine glass in the other.
this was his second bottle of red wine this evening, one before their session and another now.
he couldn't let out the expressionless face of Rhea from earlier from his mind.
he couldn't read what was going on in mind.
Would he have wanted a reaction, an emotion through those grey eyes.
Michael wondered if he was bothered how she felt as his boss or as a woman, but he truly knew which one.
Amidst his thoughts the sliding pane to his balcony drew open as Elizabeth came out, dressed in a light robe.
Carrying a glass she stretched her dainty hand to Michael, grasping her cue he poured from the wine bottle for her.
Drinking a bit, she placed the cup on the railing as she nested into him.
Her alluring figure and fragrance making him horny anew.
" earlier was so sweet sugar ", smiling as she said.
" you were like a lion in heat ", tiptoeing to his earlobe she bit lightly and said sultrily, " pounding me fiercely "
Michael felt a deep puff of his blunt, intended to calm himself down, but it only aggravated what was within him, exciting his lust.
This was how it was between he and Elizabeth, pure throes of mad lust.
Did she like him, yes, did he like her, yes.
but Michael knew it was flawed, one born of frequent carnal relations.
At times they went long with seeing, seemingly fine, till lust brought them back.
he knew it, and knew she knew it, that what they had was just temporary companionship.
it wasn't that they hadn't tried to grow feelings for each other, he had tried, she had tried.
but it didn't work, he was flawed and she was flawed.
he couldn't mend her, neither could she mend him, so they had settled for lust.
they weren't true lovers, just sexual partners.
She didn't expect anything and he didn't expect anything.
No expectations, no possible pain.
it felt so safe, and so dead.
Cancelling his intrusive thoughts, he cleared his hands unto the railings as he lifted Elizabeth, and amidst kisses and her squeals, he carried her back to the bedroom.