Jamila Barlowe,
A young art curator embarks on her journey across the Middle East. Walking into something that was bound to happen sooner or later is this what they call fate or just bad luck only time will tell .....
Trying to hold in my tears was a joke because as soon as he looked at me I lost it.
But we kept our same routine always calling when we can, checking in, and probably even more now that we've grown closer to each other.
A knocking at my door pulls me out of my thoughts quickly drawing my attention to where the sound was coming from.
It was amber she quickly makes her way into my office and sits down on her usual chair.
"Why the long face it's Friday?" Even though I've been down in the dumps I still have a job that I need to do, so to say I've been moping around would be an understatement.
" I miss him," I say quickly while exhaling
" When is the next time you'll see him?" She asks while crossing her legs.
" Well, he wanted me to spend Christmas with him."
" Okay, so what's the problem then?"
"You know damn well what the problem is he shall not be named still has yet to grant my time off." She scoffs with a chuckle following right after.
"Go anyways, you have enough money in your savings and checking go do what you gotta do." I let out a sigh but she's right beside the little trip I did during the summer. I never took days off or had vacations.
"Yeah, I don't know why I'm overreacting. See what I mean. This man makes me feel like I'm back in damn high school because when have you EVER seen me act like this?" She chuckles and shakes her head.
" I would have to say never now get back to work ms. teenage dream." Psh teenage dream my ass I let out a playfully scoff once my door is closed once again and get back to work with the newfound energy.
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I carefully plate my pasta in a bowl and head over to the couch. My chilled white wine was beside the TV remote and just as I was about to reach for it my phone rang.
Quickly glanced over at it to see it was Aahil FaceTiming me. I propped the phone up against someone on the coffee table and answered.
"Mm, there's that beautiful face I missed so much. How are you doing habibti?" It was as if his smile turned my night into day.
As he leans back in his chair I notice he's dressed in what I presume to be his royal attire.
" I'm doing good baby and you?" I twirl my fork in the pasta trying to get a good amount on. As I look up I see him smirking. "What?"
I say genuinely confused.
"Baby huh? I like that." I playfully roll my eyes and he laughs. I place the fork full of pasta in my mouth carefully observing him.
I grab the napkin beside me and wipe off the excess sauce. "What are you working on?" I place the bowl down on the coffee table and promptly pick up my wine glass.
Take an appropriate sip from it.
" going over policies, drafting new plans for the country things like that." I nod my head but quickly feel my cheeks heat up. He's not even doing anything and I'm acting as if he's winning and dining me.
" sounds like a lot. Am I distracting you from your work my king?" He lets out a deepened chuckle and gives me a smirk.
"Ha! No, not at all. I wanted to talk with you. Did your boss happen to grant you the time off?" He folds his hands waiting for my answer. His face was riddled with worry.
"No, not exactly......but I'm still gonna come so just tell me when and I'll be there."
