Monae's POV
"You look beautiful... Nae" He smirked as his gaze swept over me.
"A- Am" I couldn't even say his name as I gripped the sink behind me and stepped back.
"You were so hard to find baby, but then Isla called me and said she ran into you and how you're f**king her husband" he began to approach me and my eyes widened as I rushed for the door but was stopped by his hand gripping my hair.
"Tsk Tsk Tsk, I thought you would have been happy to see me, Nae" his hand tightened in my hair as he pulled me towards him.
"Don't call me that" I hissed at him which caused him to chuckle, and spin me to face him "Or what, Na-" his words were cut short as my fist connected to his jaw and I shoved him away from me and bolted for the door. My heart dropped when the door wouldn't open and he began laughing behind me.
"You've grown some balls baby, I like this version of you" he rubbed his jaw walking up to me "But know your f**king place" he gritted out as his hands wrapped around my throat and I began to panic.
Clawing at his hands, I struggled to breathe "A-Amir, please"
"I still love the way you call my name, Nae" he groaned as he pushed up against me and slid his hand under my dress and I began to push against him.
"S-stop" tears began to flow as he began unzipping his pants before a phone went off.
"What?!!" he barked into the phone as his grip on my neck eased "f**k!!.. alright" he shoved his phone back in his pocket before glaring at me "Today is your lucky day Nae, I'll be seeing you soon though baby" he smirked, pecking me on the lips before shoving me to the side and exiting the washroom, slamming the door behind him.
Taking in a staggered breath, I slid down the wall and brought my knees to my chest as I tried to calm my breathing.
Breathe Mo, he's gone, and you're ok.
I tried reassuring myself but my mind went back to his last words and I could feel the panic attack starting as I struggled to breathe. As my vision began blurring, I could faintly make out a frantic knock at the door and someone calling my name before I passed out on the washroom floor.
Nasir's POV
After Monae left to go to the washroom, I stared down at the piece of paper in my hand before glancing around the restaurant.
She had been gone for a few minutes.
Getting up to go check on her, my phone buzzing in my pockets stopped me in my tracks as I took it out and answered without looking at the caller id.
"Hello"
"I see you and your Lil girlfriend were enjoying yourself" I internally groaned as I recognized the voice.
"What do you want Isla? Better yet, how the f**k did you get my number"
"I have my ways, Eli"
"Don't call me that" I growled out but quieted down as some persons looked in my direction "Look, I don't have time for your shit. Lose my number".
"Just how you're about to lose your wh**e, my brother should be taking care of her as we speak" she giggled into the phone and my blood ran cold.
"What did you just say?"
"Aww, now you want to talk to me, baby? I just had to buy some time for him to leave, I'll see you soon Eli" she laughed before hanging up and I rushed in the direction of the washroom and knocked on the door.
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King's Hart
Short StoryTo heal is to touch with love that which we previously touched with fear ~ Stephen Levine Monae Lockhart, a 23 years old baker with a past not as sweet as her treats. On her journey towards healing she crosses path with Nasir King, a broken soul wi...
