The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

Silent Love

   

     I woke up to my sore body. Sighing, I turned over, and glanced around me. It was morning, and the birds where chirping. The sky was blue out the window. I reluctantly stepped out of bed and saw Amir fiddling with his shirt from the crack of my door. I sighed, staring at his abs. He's gifted man! I shook my head. I'm not going to compliment him, of course, after what he's done.

     I cracked the door wide open, and walked into the washroom. He gazed at me, and I felt his eyes on my back. Probably at my butt. I know him too well. As I turn around, he's running to me and scooped me up bridal style, taking me to the bed. He lay on me, breathing on my neck. "I missed you," he sighed, and I pushed him off of me. He didn't budge.

"Get off!" I screamed. This time he hopped off me, anger burning in his eyes. "Shut the f--- up!" He angrily scolded, and his blue eyes blazed. I slowly made my way to him, and pulled at his collar again. He seemed dazed. Lowering him to my height, I brushed my lips down his jawline and he pulled me for more, but I just went and locked myself into the bathroom, my heart skipping beats as I did.

I was exhausted of this.

AMIRS POV

She traces her elegant fingers down my jaw, and then she brushed her lips against it. I pulled her for more, and she just smirks and walked off to the washroom. How could she?! I groaned, and settled down on the bed.

     She was one seductive little woman. Sighing, I forced on my laptop and logged onto Facebook. Posting a selfie, I automatically got ten heart faces from ten different girls. I shut off my laptop. I wondered why annie wasn't attracted to me like that. Like b#tch, if some other woman was my wife, she would beg on her knees for me. And over here, Annie is ignoring me.

     I know what I did wasn't right, but it was the end of my patience. I couldn't handle it anymore. Of course I couldn't, after all, i wasn't some goody goody Umer.

     I threw her pillow across the room, angry at myself. Umer! Wait.. Was I jealous? No way. Amir, always gets what he wants. Girls, money, drugs, more girls. He's never jealous.

      But as I thought about it, Annie changed my life. She really did. She made me love her for some reason. I was attracted to her, yes, from my hormones, but also, I loved her. Her pain was mine, her happiness was mine. That loved was fading though, well not fading, but getting pushed in as my fun lowered and I followed her Muslim lifestyle.

     I want to make her happy. I seriously do. I need to control myself. I slapped myself, I was being stupid! But something About her was different. Hauling myself up, I grabbed a prayer mat and started praying the way i remembered. The way... The way he taught me.

And don't ask who 'he' is, because I don't even know myself anymore.

Annies POV

      I toothpaste and wrap a robe around myself, then I exit the washroom, to see Amir praying. I fell right there, kneeling on the ground, sobbing in happiness. My life was messed up. My husband is a bad boy, but he does what makes me happy. I think he loves me, I have a feeling he does. My life, my life. It was Amir.

     I leaned against the wall, and let my confused and happy tears out. I really didn't know what to do with life. It was so up and down, sometimes I would want to divorce Amir, and sometimes I would want to kiss the life out of him. This is love. This is my complicated love.

"I know. This is love," Amir chorused behind me, and I sat up straight, wiping my tears.

I turned to him, cheeks tomato red. "Was I saying that out loud?" I asked in a quiet voice. He nodded innocently, and gave me a hand. I shook my head and backed away.