Destined hearts

Chapter XX

Aisha

I got up to yet another dream about Michael. He's been plaguing my sleep for the last few days now, and I don't know why. At first the dreams seem to be just flashbacks of happy memories. But this one was different. This one, for one reason or another was sexual and very explicit at that. So much, such that it almost felt real. And ofcourse, my traitor of a body had to wake up so needy. Urgh! I can't believe this. I wish I could blame it on my ovulation and hormones making me all horny but alas, something deep down felt like it wasn't the case.

It's been over months since we last made physical contact and I've been thorough about avoiding him by every means humamly possible this time. Javier accepted on helping too and excluded me as much as possible from anything related to him. He told me Michael had asked about me a couple of times but stopped at a certain point when he figured I was avoiding him at all cost and Javier was keen on hiding me too. And Javier been his silly self, would come give me every annoying little detail. From what he wore, to his facial expression each time he never saw me coming in with the rest of the team... I just wanted to take a break and I was starting to not trust him when I'm around or maybe was it just that I couldn't trust myself around him? Because him kissing me is his fallout but me kissing him back with the same fervor was something else. I just hate how much my body just melting in his on instinct - just a single touch and I'm already leaning into him and itching for more. I feared the worst, and I really didn't want to bring uncertainty into my relationship already because my body keeps betraying me everytime I'm around me ex. The rational thin to do is avoid him by all possible means till I'm sure I can push back his advances on time. I couldn't keep going around, waiting on him to kiss me or jump me before I retaliated. Just then, an image of the kiss flashed at the back of my mind. Oh God! even now, I couldn't even think of him not kissing me without the image of him kissing me burning the back of my eyes.

I shot my eyes tight and rubbed my face rolling over to the empty side of the bed, staring into space. It was the weekend but Christian was up early and out of bed already. I lazily got out of bed and trudged my way to the bathroom.

"Damn man was absent now  that I need a good distraction." I grumbled and stopped infront of the mirror above the cabinet sink.

But is that what I thought of him to be deep within? Just a distraction? Ofcourse not. I'm pretty sure I harbored feelings for him. To be honest, I think I always did. But staying away from him seem to be the best solution at the time we separated. Shaking my head, I slapped myself a couple of times. I need to gather my thoughts and get my act straight.

Going about my business, freshening up, I looked at my figure in the mirror. I think I may have to hit the gym one of these days. Sighing, I moved out of the bathroom into the room. I did my routine morning stretches then made up the bed. With everything in place and in order in the room, I left for breakfast. Walking down the stairs I heard laughter from the study. I stealthily walked towards the door and peeped through the opening. He was speaking animatedly and all smiles. Whatever it was he was discussing about with this person must be very interesting for him to be in such a merry mood.

I shook my head and moved to the kitchen. I needed to eat to wash up the memory of the erotic dream I had before I start having weird thoughts. All those stupid ideas must definitely be the hunger making me hallucinate and putting stupid thoughts into my mind. Collecting everything I needed from the fridge, I proceeded to make a hearty and most definitely heavy breakfast.  Once I was done eating, I stared at Christian's plate. He was still on the phone and clearly wasn't done with the call anytime soon. Who was keeping him so busy? I placed his plate in a platter and walked to the study. I knocked on the door and he stopped and wheeled the chair back to look at me.  I waved at him and indicated towards the food, mouthing a 'it will get cold'. He just smiled and nodded towards the coffee table. I walked in carefully so as not to spill his coffee.  I placed the platter on the coffee table and sat on the sofa. He looked at me once again, waiting for me to talk but I gestured for him to wrap up the conversation. He looked at me for a second with creased brows then turned away, continuing his call.  The nerve of this man.  I stood up with folded arms and tapped my foot impatient but that didn't seem to pull his attention still. I stomped towards him and turned his chair so he faced me, looking at me with raised brows. I straddled his lap and looped  my arms round his neck with a pout.

"Yeah sure ehmm..." he said, shifting uncontrollably under my intense gaze. I gestured for him drop the call but he mouthed 'common 1 minute'. I gave him a warning gaze.

"Well... ehm... I got to get back to some work ok. I'll call you back yeah? Talk to you soon." He finally said and dropped the call.

"Urgh finally." I grunted. "I thought you were going to die on the call."

"C'mon babe. It wasn't that long."

I laughed sarcastically. "Ha, yes it was. Who was it anyway?" I asked.

"Just an old friend." He replied nonchalantly.

"Well you seem to not want to let the phone go. And you sounded all sweet like when you're talking to a woman." I explained.

"I never said it was a woman." He said with a smirk.

"You don't need to. I know it was a woman." I scowled.

He chuckled, "are you jealous right, now?"

"No" I denied standing up to leave but he grabbed my waist , stopping me from moving.

"Hmm a jealous Aisha is a pretty rear site." He mused.

"I told you I'm not." I replied a little too defensively.

"Ok. But you know I love you right."he said. 

But I rolled my eyes mumbling a yeah, yeah.

Standing up to full length, he held my chin up to look into his eyes. "I mean it. I love you." He said firmly.

I sighed. "I know."

"I love you. " he said kissing my forehead, "just you" he kissed my nose, "only you" he kissed my lips. "All of you"  he said and peppered kisses down my neck to my exposed shoulder. He sure knew his way around each time I got upset.

Looking heavenward, I sighed. "Yeah ok." I said, pulling his head up to face me. "...I got your point and I love you too but you need to eat. I'm sure your food is cold by now."

"Always the dutiful wife." He mused.  "what will I do without you?" he grined.

"Probably nothing.  Now come." I said pulling him towards the coffee table. Him saying 'wife' did make my heart flutter a little and the itch to correct him did pop up in my mind but I just decided to let it go. I picked up the platter and walked into the kitchen,  with him in tow.