Broken Souls (Editing).

007.

Chapter 6.

Y's Pov.

No fucking one can even dare to glance at me in my office let alone speak in my presence, i definitely know this time will be different type of adventure with her as my P.A.

Anyways apart from her unbelieveable guts, She herself got me swoon over her beauty, boldness, sharp eyes, plump lips of her, Fuck!.

The mere image of Sumaiyah appears frequently in of a whirl thoughts that made me feel what a loner i am.

What i am missing in my life and would make me miss my buddy Dad and Yasser. Sighs!.

Her kindness, her way to find love in every small thing from what Amanda would tell me and how she doesn't let anyone to undersee her.

She knows how to fight for what's hers.

Just like Mom.

Fuck! I am falling in love with her.

And i know there is more in her apart from her boldness and Fury.

Something Soft.

And i wanna feel that.

I woke up early and sneak into Amanda's room still asleep, i place her a sticker near her Washroom door to informing that i left early.

Guess where?.

To her place.

I know it's early but can not resist.

"Mommy!", I hear a soft baby voice of Alinah.

Beautiful.

"Alinah one minute", Her voice that soothes my broken heart.

Since when?.

I stand infront of the door and ring the door bell.

"Alinah don't touch i'll be just come", I can hear her voice close as i heave a deep breath.

This stupid impatient heart of mine it's making worse for me.

"You!", She squeals with anger flashing in her eyes.

"I told you be ready, looks like you are not taking me seriously", I tried to keep my voice serious.

"Do you even know what's the time or you just came like that", She harshly rebuke making me clench my jaws.

"Miss Sumaiyah have respect", I gritt my teeth.

"You are not my boss, we ain't at work yet so respect i'll have it there", She said pointing her tiny finger at my nose.

I just sigh in frustration

"Fine i'll wait", I barge in leaving her standing while fuming.

"Uncle yushuff", Alinah came running to me with her face smeared with chocolate.

"Are you ready for school?", I ask her wiping chocolate off her face.