Dancing to his tunes

00|Cross paths

Radisson Blu Hotel Dubai, Deira Creek ballroom

Anabia Zehravi, wore a v- neck navy blue sleeveless ball gown with a side slit and paired it with dangling diamond earrings and silver Jimmy Choo heels. This networking event was held to bring all the conglomerates together in the hope to strengthen business connections, bring new ideas to the table and just have fun. But for Anabia, it was the perfect opportunity to raise her profile, strike some connections willing to invest in her hotels and more importantly learn from the best and strive towards being a better businesswoman. Despite, being accompanied by her maternal cousins Samantha and Harry De Clare, she found herself being lost in the mesmerizing beauty of the Deira creek that served as a perfect backdrop to this event and helped soothe her nerves.

"Enjoying the view?" The gravelly voice behind her was enough to break her out of the spell. She could recognize the voice of Aaron Nathaniel Smith anywhere in the world for he was the one behind all her miseries. As much as she tried to play it cool, she couldn't help but feel the rising dread in her. How stupid of her to think that he wouldn't attend this event despite, knowing that he was a mogul and the chances of him not being here were pretty slim.

"Not at all now. " She said turning around to look at the chuckling devil for a human. Despite, being 5'6 ft, Aaron stood a head above her, in a Navy Blue Armani suit that she couldn't help but notice, matched with her dress. There was no denying the fact that he was good-looking, with twinkling caramel brown eyes adorned by transparent glasses, a slim straight nose, a square sharp jaw dotted with stubble, he could fool anyone but her with his innocent, pure-hearted guy looks.

"You look absolutely ravishing too sweetheart. Might I say, quite sexy! Would love to make you a notch in my bedpost again." He said raking his eyes appreciatively up and down her rectangular frame, that he still remembered like the back of his hand and would kill to have it pressed roughly against his body. Seeing him blatantly checking her out, caused a shiver of disgust to run through Bia, while a scowl permanently etched on her oval face. The furrowing of her eyebrows, flaring of her cute button nose, big brown orbs swirling with anger and a rigid stance were a clear giveaway to Aaron how she was trying desperately to reign in her anger that was on the brink of unleashing. However, knowing after all these years, how he still could conveniently push her buttons brought him a weird sense of satisfaction.

"Don't look at me like that Bia. You dress like a meal and expect people to not even imagine taking a bite. That's unfair ain't it?

" You are abominable." Anabia spat and decided to leave before it went downhill pretty fast. She was here for a reason and hell would freeze over before comments from the likes of Aaron would ruin her aim. Not to mention her breathing became laborious in the presence of Aaron.

Seeing Anabia making a beeline towards the De Clare siblings while being stared at by the men in the event made his blood boil. He wasn't a conservative guy, well far from it, but seeing his Bia, wearing a sexy gown as that didn't do well with his raging hormones and possessiveness. To say he was surprised was an understatement. She wasn't someone who took a headscarf a.k.a hijab as her reverted mother, but she always chose to wear modest dresses being a Muslim and this dress was quite provocative.

"Babe, you alright?" asked his date Rebecca Campbell, his friend, a famous model, and entrepreneur, and the daughter of Simon Campbell, the owner of Simons Inc- a telecommunication company. Rebecca was a brunette who stood at 5'10 ft, had pale blue eyes, full lips, a small perky little nose, a heart-shaped face, and an hourglass shape. She was everything Anabia wasn't: fierce, persevering, confident and cynical- all the qualities Aaron admired in someone. Yet, he couldn't help but be drawn to Bia who despite, being the daughter of Melissa De Clare, an aristocrat, and Hasan Zehravi, a business magnate from Pakistan was anything like her parents.