This chapter has some r-rated substance. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Part 59
Meera did what she always did which was look out
the window. But this time it was different. Hamad knew she was upset. He didn't
dare to say anything while driving not knowing what to say to her. All he did
was glance at her a few times while driving. What
Ahmed did shocked the whole family. But meera expected it, deep down she knew
Ahmed would choose his mother over anyone else.
Hamad
parked the car and got out following meera into the house. He watched her take
off her shoes first hold them in her hands then place them neatly in the cabinet
near the door. He caught himself watching her and paying attention to every details.
What
bothered him is that he saw the hurt in meera's eyes. He knew their mother
played favorites and was tough on meera but that didn't affect her as much.
Only this time she was doing it to Ahmed and hamad saw how much it affected
meera. He saw how she cared and made their problem hers. She was about to go to her room and
get ready for bed when he grabbed her arm to stop her.
Hamad:
It’s not your fault
She
looked up at him trying to convince herself it wasn't her fault
Hamad:
listen to me, it was his choice to make and he did as an adult
A
tear slowly fell to her cheeks and she whipped it off immediately not wanting
to show hamad this side of her, her weak side.
Hamad:
come here
He
got closer and pulled her into a hug. It was like his body moved without him
knowing it. His body reacted to whatever she needed.
...
Hessa:
this is soo pretty
Lady:
it's actually a new arrival we got this this morning
Hessa:
isn't it pretty (showing it to Saif )
Saif:
yeah (he said bored out of his mind)
Both
hessa and saif committed to moving in together but what bothered saif is the
time they would spend shopping for everything. It was a long process and he
just wanted it to finish.
Hessa:
I'm soo confused
She
had both plates in her hands trying to decide which one was best. Saif on the
other hand saw them as plates nothing more nothing less, he didnt understand
the fuss woman made picking out things like plates and bed spread.
Saif:
baby just pick any, they're just plates
The
sales woman had an awkward face expression. She just looked at the ground
Hessa:
this one
She
said after handing the woman the plate in her right hand
Hessa:
thank you
They
started walking towards the car in silence.
Saif:
the silent treatment really?
Hessa:
you could've helped a little
Saif:
why are you making a big deal out of this
Hessa:
if you didn't want to come you could've told me, I'm not the type of girlfriend
that drags her boyfriend everywhere she goes
Saif:
it's just I'm tired
Hessa:
and I'm not, I want this to end, but I also want to start our lives together
perfectly
What
she said was right and made him feel bad
Saif:
I'm sorry baby, I know it's stressing you out also as much as it is to me
He
held her hand and kissed it
They
were already outside the parking lot heading towards the traffic in the
main road.
Hessa:
our first fight
He
still had her hand in his, kissing it
Saif:
are you mad?
She
turned to him
Hessa:
no, I'm horny
He
looked at her with a smirk on his face
Their
first fight and it just like that it was resolved. To some people it might not
seem like a fight but to them it did. It made everything real, and it turned
her on. Stuck in traffic in a car with sexual tension filling the car, made
Saif go crazy. He couldn't act on it and couldn't help himself either might as
well waste time in traffic.
Saif:
push you chair back
Without
hesitation she did as she was told
She
placed her left hand in the seat belt re-leaser wanting to release herself from
the restrain when he stopped her
Saif:
leave it, spread your legs
She
was obeying every order he gave, she loved it when he took charge.
Wearing
a mini skirt was the smartest decision she ever made her entire life. With his left hand on the steering
wheel he moved his right hand and paced it on her left thigh giving it a
squeeze. He slowly moved his hand to her inner thigh making her heart beat
faster. She wanted to lift her body up but the seat belt restricted her from
moving giving him all the control he wanted over her body.
Saif:
stop moving
What
a better way to kill time in traffic
Hessa:
we should get stuck in traffic more often
He
laughed knowing she enjoyed it as much as he did. His fingers were on her sex over her
panties giving her a sneak peak to what will happen in a while. She let out a
loud gasp as he slid them inside of her past her panties. He started to
move them in all the right places but her body couldn't follow. Circulating his
fingers up and down made her breath faster as she held on to the door handle
tight making her hands red. She started to moan slightly when he paused a little
and saw her disappointed face. He flexed his fingers one more time making her moan
louder.
Hessa:
ohhh god
He
then pulled his hands out smirking
Saif:
not so fast, I'm waiting so are you
Hessa:
'fuck'
She
crossed her legs trying to keep the lingering feeling of his fingers.
He
just smiled waiting out this never ending traffic
...
The
coffee shop was half full as meera sat there waiting. She was always the
punctual type. She had ordered coffee and was checking her emails in her phone
when some one interrupted her
Waiter:
your coffee ma'am
Meera:
thank you
Taking
one sip of her coffee she felt at ease. Jawaher had texted her about the
designs and she was ready to show her a few choices.
Jawaher:
sorry to keep you waiting
She
said sitting down
Jawaher:
traffic was crazy
Meera:
it's ok, shall I call the waiter
Jawaher:
it's fine, I'm trying to cut down on caffeine anyways
Jawaher
was tired and meera clearly saw that. She seemed like she hasn't been sleeping.
Even with exhaustion she still looked beautiful, meera hated that when she saw
jawaher or heard her name she directly thought of hamad as her ex-boyfriend.
Jawaher:
here are the design proposals, I personally like the second one best
Meera
looked at them carefully examining every detail
Jawaher: I didn't ask for the meeting just to show you the designs, I wanted to ask you
something
She
said interrupting meera's focus. Meera looked up at her waiting for her
question
Jawaher:
do you love hamad?
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