Wanting Her(#1)

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The woman laying on top of him observed him closely as she played with his hairy chest while he finished his call with Noor.

"One would say you're in love with this girl" she spoke in a quirky voice,whispery and seductive.

He furrowed his thick eyes brows, casting his narrowed obsidian pair on her face, he lightly pushing her off his body, "one would say you're not dying to be in her shoes" he groaned.

The woman rolled over and sat in the middle of the king sized bed, she craned her neck and pulled her long brown tresses in to a messy bun, she had it silk pressed to perfection the minute he summoned her to his guest house. She casually got out of the bed, grabbing the sheets along to cover her nudity.

Fateh watched her firm and precise motion across the room with a gait of a swan, her model body swaying to the rhythm of her movements.

Fateh admires her curves of softness, she is the most astonishing girl he ever came across. She has upturned hazel eyes, captivating yet safe, perhaps that's the best way to say it.

She is gorgeous and flawless, her pointed nose, sharp jaw and naturally contoured cheeks made her even more striking. Age can't touch that kind of beauty, it's just there. She is robust but her elegance and confidence entices Fateh the more.

" I would have if I wanted to" she responded candidly, though the latter held on tenaciously, her voice lost none of its honeyed firmness and softness.

His gaze tickled on her back, she blinked  away the tears pooling across her lids. Well aware of every movement of hers is under his scrutiny, she dropped the sheets to the floor, taking her precious time to put her clothes back on,the rays of early morning sun teasing her rich smooth caramel skin, glowing and glistening under its effect.

Sexy as ever, Fateh groaned, through hooded eyes he watched her put each piece of clothe back in their rightful place-one by one in a-torturous pace. Fateh let out an inaudible curse though he was enjoying the little show she was putting on.

Their eyes locked when she turn to face him, hazel against set of impenetrable onyx, she arched her brows in anticipation, breaking their staring duel.

His gaze were impassive, giving away none of what was going on in his head. His frown deepened though his eyes were smoky with desire and passion, "you will never be in her place even if you try" Fateh eased back in to his pillows waving an air of finality. He was done talking.

The woman glanced at him through her long lashes before donning her sunglasses, her lips stretched in a thin smile before sashaying her way out of his room.

There is no point exchanging words with him if she wants to be needed by him again, her stupid heart has developed strings for the heartless brute.

He had warned and outrightly told her he wouldn't be responsible for any baggage feelings she decides to harbor for him.

Their deal is and will always be for pleasure sake and nothing more. Unless she wants no deal at all, that's for her to decide.

Masking her love for Fateh is becoming unbearable but she has herself to blame.

Fateh slept like he had no care in the world which in the true sense of it, he didn't. At least if Noor isn't in it. His Light.

Two days to go he muttered to himself and drifted into a well deserved slumber.

Noor could not get a wink of sleep that night hence she took her bath early the next morning, taking a long look at her reflection in the oval bathroom mirror, hanged an inch taller than her, she couldn't recognize the girl that stared back at her.