The Entangled Obsession

16. His Dirty Mistress

KNOCK, KNOCK.

Piya woke up abruptly to the sound of a loud knock on the door. Startled, she sat up in bed, scanning the room, but Chase was nowhere to be found.

"Chase?" Piya called out, her voice trembling with fear. There was no response, just silence enveloping the empty room.

The room was cloaked in shadows, the only light filtering in through the curtains was the dying glow of the evening sun. Confusion clouded her mind as she blinked away the remains of sleep. How long had she been asleep?

She glanced around, realizing the absence of familiar sounds. The clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation that usually filled the air had vanished.

Panic began to grip her chest as she realized she was alone. Mrs. Veena, the head chef, and the rest of the household staff had already left for the day.

Another knock, louder this time, echoed through the empty halls. Piya's mind raced with fear. Who could be knocking at this hour? Was it Jade, her tormentor, seeking to inflict more misery? Or something far more sinister?

Her heart raced with panic as she scrambled out of bed, her naked body covered only by the rumpled sheets.

With a sense of urgency, she reached for Chase's white shirt draped over the chair, hastily pulling it on to cover herself. In her haste, she grabbed a nearby pyjama and slipped it on, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as she tried to compose herself.

In the rush to cover herself, memories of their intense love making flooded Piya's mind, and a blush crept onto her cheeks. If she thought that Chase was possessive and needy for her around people , his mania for her increased ten folds in bed.

Every touch and every word from him made her feel like she was the only one in his world. It was like they were in their own little bubble of love and desire, where nothing else mattered.

She quickly pushed the thought aside, focusing on the urgent situation at hand. The knock on the main door grew even more booming, echoing through the room, sending shivers down her spine. With her heart still pounding, she hurried to answer it, her mind reeling with worry and confusion.

With trembling hands, she reached for the doorknob, her heart pounding in her chest.

As she swung the door open, her breath caught in her throat. She stood before the visitor, disheveled and anxious, her borrowed attire barely concealing her state of undress.

Standing on the doorstep was a stunning woman with an oval face framed by cascading locks of hair.

She was dressed in a stunning white sleeveless Chanel dress and Jimmy Choo cherry heels that whispered 'wealth' with each step.

Her diamond stud earrings sparkled, outshining the sunlight. Piya couldn't help but feel inferior next to her, as every detail of the woman's outfit exuded wealth and sophistication. It was like she belonged in the Vogue Magazine, her effortless elegance making Piya's own clothes seem cheap in comparison.

Piya couldn't help but feel self-conscious as she looked down at her own attire—a mismatched set of pyjamas adorned with prints of the childish Powerpuff Girls. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup stared up at her, their cartoonish faces a stark contrast to the woman's high ended outfit.

Feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up her neck, Piya shifted uncomfortably under the woman's scanning gaze. It was as if the woman was silently judging her, finding her lacking in every way.

"Um, can I help you?" Piya finally managed to stammer out, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

The woman's lips curled into a mocking smile as she surveyed Piya from head to toe. "I'm looking for Chase," she said, her tone dripping with arrogance.