The five hours flew by so fast, the next thing they noticed they were already at the airport heading towards their hotel room. They were getting comfortable around each other, maybe too comfortable.
Hamad was used to traveling so five hours was not a big deal. They checked in into their hotel room just like back home in a honeymoon suite with only one bedroom. He didn't know what to do this time. He barely controlled himself last time.
As for Meera she picked up her tablet and went through some emails to check up on things. She received an email to a magazine cover that read: the royal wedding of the business world. It had a picture of both her and Hamad on their wedding night on the cover. Looking at the picture she saw why people believed all this story they both created.
She was playing along, is what she told herself.
Meera: did you see this?
She showed him the tablet while he stayed laying on the bed.
Hamad: it's out already, they sure work fast
She took back her tablet and sat on the bed next to him. It wasn't awkward anymore getting close to him, accidentally rubbing her had against his. The more contact she had with him the more she wanted it to last longer.
Hamad: it's your honeymoon and your working? (he said trying to tease her)
Meera: checking emails is not considered work
Hamad: your more of a workaholic than I am, didn't know that was possible
Meera: what do you suggest I do?
Hamad: I don't know, what do people do on their honeymoons?
That was when he regretted saying that. Normal newlyweds would spend their time in the hotel making love, fall more in love with each other. That was why they call it the honeymoon phase.
Hamad: its dinner time, how about we go out and walk around or something?
Meera: yeah sure, just let me get change and freshen up a little
Meera walked to the bathroom and out of Hamad's sight. He thought all this would be easy but boy was he wrong.
An hour later...
The newlyweds were walking, looking around when a shop at the corner caught Meera's eye. Hamad noticed her eyeing the shop while walking beside her hand in hand just in case a picture of them were taken...
or maybe he just wanted to.
Hamad: ed5li
Meera: 3adi?
She said surprised, from what she knows men hated shopping and she wasn't the type that would drag a man with her around shopping.
He walked ahead and dragged her behind him and into the shop. He released her as she walked towards the cloths department and started to look around. All he did was watch her, the way she concentrated on something. He couldn't help but feel like a stalker watching her every move.
Meera: are you bored? because if you are we can leave
She said unsure of it all
Hamad: I'm not
She was eyeing a skirt and a blouse when a sales lady approached her
Sales lady: you can try it on ma'am
Meera looked back at Hamad to see him smiling and pointing with his head to try it on.
Meera: thanks (saying it to the sales lady)
She grabbed the skirt and blouse then went in the changing room with curtains for doors.
sales lady: you can wait here sir
She pointed at the seat right in front of the changing room that Meera was in. What a convenient placing of chairs. Hamad looked around and saw another man waiting on someone. He just laughed at how he became the type of man that would shop with a woman since he has never done it before.
He looked straight ahead and noticed a slight opening in the room Meera was in. She hasn't closed the curtain all the way so he could see her hanging her purse then facing the other way and started to unbutton her shirt and pants that she had on. Hamad could sense his heart beat faster and his breathing getting heavier. Meera dropped her pants and stepped out of them. Her shirt covered her panties were Hamad could see her bare thighs and legs. She then continued to strip as she dropped her shirt and was only in her bra and matching panties.
Hamad didn't understand how he reacted to all that. It sure wasn't the first time he saw a woman getting undressed. He was a grown man that had his fair share in looking at naked woman but when it came to Meera, the slightest thing made him go crazy. He secretly wished that she would turn around so that he could see the front of her but then decided to look down and shake that image from his head.
After stripping to her underwear Meera grabbed the skirt and blouse and put them on. She turned around to see the opening in the curtain that she purposely left open. It wasn't her intention in the first place but when she first closed the curtains she did not manage to close it all the way but then she glanced at Hamad through the opening and decided to keep it that way wanting him to look at her. Looking through the opening she saw Hamad on his phone. That was when she grabbed the curtain from one side and closed it all the way.
After having dinner they went back to the hotel room since it was getting late. Hamad was on the bed watching TV more like flipping the channels looking for something interesting to watch when Meera approached him wearing a pajama bottom with a plain tank top. She laid on the bed next to him silently. She hated how the pajama bottoms prevented her from moving freely. She missed how her bare legs touched the sheets with a loose t-shirt and made her sleep without feeling smothered. But being in the same room with Hamad for the next six nights made her wear this, even though she did not like it but decided to go through with it and not make anything more awkward than it already is.
...
Days have passed by quickly and it was time for their honeymoon to end, as for Hessa, she just went to work and back home dealing with her mother and her immediate need to see her only daughter get married.
Hessa: I told you, I'm not going on a blind date anymore!
Mom: why? you haven't been going since that last time
Hessa: mother, I'm very capable on finding dates by myself
Mom: sweetie I don't want you to be alone (she said sympathizing to her daughter)
Hessa understood where her mother was coming from, but she did not want to admit to what her mother was saying. She just hated how complicated and messy the last one got. She found herself glancing to her phone every now and then waiting for a phone call or maybe a text message. She was happy sleeping around without getting attached but then came along Saif. Its been a week since she played hard to get but only giving him her number and regretted it ever since.
Meanwhile...
Sitting at his usual table with the guys, Saif sat there looking at his phone.
Abdulra7man: expecting a call?
Saif: what? (he said raising his head)
Abdulra7man: int'h madri wain rasek 6ayer, sho feek?
Saif: agool, 5alnestanes o ma3alaina mn 7ad (he said trying to avoid his questions)
Girls were coming and going and they all looked towards were Saif was sitting. He would eye each one of them like he always does and after the guys started to leave he made his move. The past seven days he would spend his time and money on the girls he picked up and sometimes two girls at a time but he would still think about her. He wouldn't even bother to remember the girls' names but she would pop into his head every now and then. Even in the most unexpected timings like when he was eating or on his desk working. What is another better way to get over a girl? Get another one. Or in Saif's case get plenty.
He walked over and sat right next to her. Just like the other girls he picked up, pretty to look at, slutty and easy. He had an eye for these things
Lady: I've had my eye on you
Saif: I noticed (smirk)
Anything he would say they would smile or giggle to
Saif: do you want to leave this place?
Just like that straight to the point and she was hooked.
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