Dear Z,

Chapter 15

Dear Z,
You have forgotten who we are and so you have forgotten yourself.
You are Z.

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                                        Zaid

Thursday Evening

My lips sting as I dress myself into a midnight blue crisp shirt. Buttoning them up till it reaches the collar. I look at myself in the elongated mirror stuck to the wall.

What the fuck am I doing?

I unbutton the first two set of buttons, leaving it open. I suck my teeth, mentally trying to erase everything that I did in the last few hours.

I clasp on the platinum watch on my right wrist and I see her breasts in my mind. I clench my eyes close. Taking a breath, I open them back and bend down to apply a few splats of aftershave that sat on the dresser. I see her fucking lips in my head. For fuck's sake!

Shaking my head, I sit back down on my bed, taking out leather black slick shoes out from the box. They were brand new. Gifted by my mother. I put them on, tying up the shoe lace in each. I see her breasts again.

"Okay! That's it! Zaid, just block it." I tell myself.

"Woah! You alright, bro?" I whip my head to find Wade leaning against the doorframe. He wore a similar outfit except his shirt's color was toxic dark green with black slacks.

"I'm fine." I say, walking towards him and we both head downstairs. He was warily peeking glances at me and I sigh in irritation. "What?"

"Nothing." We reach on the ground floor in silence. There are zillions of lights everywhere. The front door open with people walking in. The ceremony was taking place in the living room which had been transformed into a banquet hall. Courtesy to my mother's expert interior designing.

It was vast and embracing. The gold embroidered bordering the white leather sofa that as sort of a throne for the couple was in the middle. Littered around it were leather white chairs and tables that were covered with white satin sheets. Food and the caterers were lining up, taking the corner with dishes of sweets and savory snacks. Music of some soft kind filled the background.

As we walk in, I could already see Adrianna standing and talking to her going to be mother in law and few people circling her. She wore a beautiful satin gold sequin maxi dress with a halter neck , dressed in her famous diamond earrings. Her hair was braided beautifully with crystal clips adorning her black silky hair as she spoke animatedly, shifting in her six inch black heels. I look around for Archer, who catches my gaze and waves at me and making his way to me.

He had an authentic white art silk kurta pajama with red embroidery patch work. His hair was blown and fluffy. His unique gold fully Diamond fancy Khussa shoes attached to his feet made him look larger than life.

"Hey Zaid! Wade!" Clapping a hand on our backs, we greet each other and Archer does the same with Wade and then, they launch into talking something about sports which I have completed zoned off because my eyes have zapped to Liam.

He was standing there, staring at something. When my eyes followed his, I found myself unbearable to take in the next breath.

Rose waltzed into the room with my mother by her side in a silver sequins maxi length dress with spaghetti thin straps that could easily slide off her slim shoulders. She wore no jewelry. A cowl neck line that showcased the tops of her lick-able cleavage. The ones that I tasted. The nipples I sucked so much I can feel them pebble in my mouth right about now.