Can we just be us? Part 63

Part 63

Perviously...

Looking at herself in the mirror Meera liked what she saw. The dress was shorter than what she usually wore and it didn't take much convincing from both hessa and Aisha.  

What the heck, was what she thought, they were heading to a Bachelorette party and what a better time to dress slutty. Applying the bold red lipstick on her lips and she was out the door locking her hotel door behind her with her clutch in her hand.

Turning around she froze in her place

All she did was gasp 

Hamad: I should be doing that, you look amazing

...

He said looking at her, he couldn't help but get angry at the thought that all the men that were going to lay eyes on her are going to think of what he was thinking of doing to her right now. The she was dressed made him doubt all his patience.  

Hamad: hi

He had a big smile on his face, a smile she couldn't resist

Meera: hi 

A moment of silence passed by and all they did was stare into each other's eyes. So many unspoken words, untold feelings and sexual tension filled the air.

Meera: did you just come back?

She said breaking the silence 

Hamad: my plane landed this morning

She had learned about his plans for the US from hessa, she rarely heard anything about him after that. But then one day the tabloids filled up with pictures of him with some random ladies. Just like the olden days, he became the ladies man he was.

Meera: the girls are waiting; see you around 

She said mad at the memory of the pictures in the tabloids. She didn’t understand why she got so angry. She walked away not able to stand there and see him, she walked a few steps then stopped and said

Meera: welcome back

Heading towards the elevator she stopped and and pressed the downwards button. Boy was she glad for the fast reaction of the elevator doors opening. Then, she entered and turned around, hamad standing in his place looking right at her with a smirk and his face and  hands in his pocket. 

Meera: ‘this is going to be a long weekend’ 

...

Hours later

With her hair wild and shoes in her hand she walked across the lobby
her phone rang , it read Aisha

Meera: I'm in the lobby now

Hessa: ok Aisha we are both safe and sound now

Aisha had connected hessa to the call and was making sure that both of them had got home safely after the wild night they had. 

Hessa : got to go, Saif's back

She hung up

Meera had her heels in her hands walking barefoot towards the elevator

Guy: hey there 

Meera: hi

Guy: what's a pretty girl like you doing alone?

Meera just laughed, the guy hitting on her was obviously drunk and what gave him away was his girlfriend walking towards him slapping him then dragging him away.

She had dated several men after hamad but nothing serious. It was her choice not to get serious much to aisha and Hessa's dismay. She told them she was happy the way she was and things were good the way they were. 

The elevator door opened and she walked in. Several people entered with her, what caught her eye was hamad walking in the same elevator and stood in front of her giving her his back. All she did was admire his back, how much did she miss him, how much she longed for him. A whole year passed but her feelings didn’t change, she hated how much he played with her feelings. Things started to cool down and she was slightly forgetting those feelings but then he comes rushing back. This only got her mad again.

People started leaving the elevator and it was only meera and hamad left. 

Hamad: you really need to start carrying a spare pair of shoes with you

He said pointing at her heels now in her hand. He knew she always did that when she was tired of them

Meera: I always forget how painful they can be

Hamad had the first button of his shirt unmade with a pair of dark jeans. Meera always loved how good he looked in causal clothing, no matter how sharp he looked in his suit. His hair was messed up from saif's Bachelor party. Meera cursed under her breath imagining all the girls and strippers that threw them selves at him.

The elevator doors opened, both hamad and meera stepped out walking side by side towards their rooms.

Hamad hated the silence but didn't know what to say to break it. What was he going to say, that he agreed on the divorce and dated jawaher for awhile and when things went bad he just left the country for a year. Or that the whole time of two months he was with jawaher he only thought of meera. Or that agreeing on the divorce was the worst decision he has ever made.

Meera: good night

She said turning around almost entering her room when she was stopped by a muscular hand on her arm.