Sariah is strategic.
She has a religion. She follows rules. She knows what she wants. After finishing high school, she graduated in the top five percent of her class at university and is now embarking on her newest, most exciting journey; working...
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"I'm not easy."
Arman paused in the doorway, his eyebrows pulling firmly together.
"What?" He approached me slowly, with flowers in his hand —which I didn't see until just now— and a box of chocolate."What are you talking about?"
"I'm not an easy lay. I'm not someone you can do whatever you want with and drop afterwards."
"Sariah, what? Where is this coming from? What are you talking about?" he blinked rapidly for a few seconds before shaking his head.
"I mean it."
He dropped the flowers on my bedside table and brought the chocolate over to the bed. He slipped off his shoes and sat at the edge of the bed pulling my legs into his hands. I flinched away from him, tucking my legs under my bottom.
His head reared back slightly then he frowned at me before beginning to remove his tie.
"I never once said you were easy neither did I ever think that."
"Yea well, would you ask a girl you thought was hard to get for sex?" I asked.
"I would." he stated, removing his jacket. "I would, but even so, I've never said you were easy and I never once thought so. What has gotten into you?"
I backed up slightly against the headboard, placing my feet underneath me. My arms folded over my chest and I backed further into the headboard with a shudder.
"Is that suppose to make me feel better?" I ask.
"Yes— I mean no, I don— Where is all this coming from?" He asked, his mouth pulled down into a frown.
"My brother said you thought I'm easy." I muttered, narrowing my eyes at him, "Do you?"
"Bullshit." he crawled up the bed and settled in front of me. His hands grabbed mine and he massaged slow circles into my palm. "Sariah, I know how this looks, and worse, how it looks to your brother. He knows it, I know it."
"Know what?" My eyes trailed over his face, etching every freckle's position into my mind.
"You told him about, you know how I..." His cheeks lightly reddened, and his hands began feeling sweaty in my palm. My frown deepened and I removed my hand from his to wipe off the sweat.
"How you what, Arman?"
"Approached you... scandalized you... asked you for sex." he muttered, not meeting my eyes. I narrowed my eyes at his obvious discomfort in discussing the topic.
"Yes—yes I did. What's wrong with you? Embarrassed my brother found out?" My brows quirk high up my forehead and my lips pull into a sassy smirk. "Oh so you see why I feel so now, don't you?"
He grabbed my hands again, pulling himself closer to me. I let them stay but for the first time, I didn't want him as close to me as I normally did. I needed space to have this conversation because he needs to see how bad this looks. As much as Singh hurt me with his aggressive approach, he was right. I looked delirious allowing a man to manipulate me the way Arman did. Whether he did it out of good fate or not, boundaries needed to be set. We couldn't continue like this.
