From the first floor of his wide bedroom window which would give one way reflective finish, he observes her top to toe, her big turquoise eyes that were as green as a thick forest, the pointed nose that looked so sharp and like the tip of an arrow entering his heart and finally those pink juicy lips arrested in a cupid bow that he fantasizes to slush under his brims.

Her innocent and angelic form brought his stance to a shaking stupor as he stares at her like a yearning crested cuckoo with lips slightly parted. His heart escaped a beat and throat a soft quaver. Closing his eyes he took a long breathe and then looks down at her again with moisture in his eyes.

Love is pain.

No sooner he steps down the staircase  Freya observes the man walking down to her, his virile inviting features, those thin lips wrapped tight in a strict line and finally not to forget the fire in those steel Grays.  There was something familiar about them like she looked into those ashen shades several times.

Who was this man?
Why does he look so familiar?

There was a mixture of surprise, anger and....and at the same time may be love in his optics?

Freya come back to your senses before he finds out you were ogling at him. Do not forget the purpose for which you came here. Her conscience warned.

"How dare you blackmail my father to pay your dues within two months and failing which to send me to sleep with you?" Freya's voice trembled at the end with anger.

Justin shrugs as a matter of fact slipping his hands in his pant pocket and notices her every curve. So long  he had been yearning to touch her and enjoy those curves. He wets his lips lustfully looking down at her and rubs his stubble jaw.

"I'm a business man and I'm not running a charity to save your father from the dues." It has been more than five years since he has been evading to pay and I'm not going to tolerate anymore of his delinquency."

Freya grits her teeth and looks at Justin with flare in her eyes. "Do not give me those Turquoise eyes. I have seen enough of them." He whispers the next sentence rather to himself stealing his looks away from her.

Freya obviously couldn't hear his next sentence. "For your kind information Mr Justin Cooper...." She locks her hands below her chest and Justin's gaze immediately falls on her round bursting out globes.

"Bloody Casanova...." Freya murmurs looking down somewhere behind him and brings her hands down. "Do not use profanities sweet heart, it doesn't suit your innocent lips." He was in front of her within a leap of an eye and presses her lower lip together between his thumb and forefinger.

"How dare you touch me?" Freya snarls with fusillades bombing in her eyes but Justin ignores it like he was some innocent two year old kid. "Like what were you saying?"

Freya bites her tongue to arrest a curse. If only she could take a knife and cut this man into two halves. "Like I was saying for your kind information Mr Justin Cooper, my dad incurred some heavy financial losses in his business in the last three years because of which he suffers a coronary heart disease." She observes cautious and speaks further.

"All our safety deposits have been drained and we are practically penniless except for our basic needs which I am somehow managing working as a nurse in one of the local hospitals." Her eyes then slightly brighten. "But I'm soon due for a promotion and a salary hike. I will start paying you off your dues within next six months."

"Within next six months? Are you nuts Ms Freya?" Justin immediately cut off her. "It is Ms Stiller to you and how do you know my name?"

Caught. You need to be more careful while using the words with her Mr Justin Cooper. His conscience warned.

"Wolves may lose their teeth but not their nature." Justin murmured looking at the wall beside him. Presenting a plastic smile he spoke to her in redicule. "Ms Freya, I'm not here to take your orders. You are Freya to me and you will remain the same. You came here asking for my generosity. So beg. Beggars cannot be choosers."

"You want me to sleep with you? Do you think I'm a slut who would sell her body to you for six days?" Justin ran his eyes on her every feminine part with concupiscence. He was obviously a shameless crook. Freya's hands went in fists as she looks at him with disgust. Justin cared two hoots for her escalating ire but the words she spoke next brought a volcano in him. "How would you feel when a man asks your mother or sister to sleep with him?"

He transforms to a sun ball hearing her words. In an untamed anger he takes a single step towards her and the next second Freya feels a sting on her cheek.

For a moment she looked around disoriented and then after a few seconds she assimilates everything. She was abused by a womanizer whose face was unknown to her till a few minutes ago. He brazenly calls himself a respectful businessman in the society yet do not know how to treat a woman.

Something triggers in his eyes. He came closer to her invading her private space and rubbed the tip of his thumb possessively upon her lips wiping away the blood flowing from the corner. "I'm sorry." He whispers and inhaled her scent nuzzling his nose all over her face and kissed her cheek.

At the moment the only feeling she had for him was disgust. She hated her body for it had satisfied his beastly cravings. Freya felt humiliated and exploited like a slave. Her eyes became glossy meeting his eyes and the brightness of passion instantly withered on his features.