QAIS

Chapter 12: A Drug For Two

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The red mixed with the water, pouring down the sink in an endless stream. There was just far too much. Her scrubs, shoes, everything was stained with blood.

She looked inside through the glass window at the almost lifeless man inside. he was beaten beyond recognition.  There were more broken bones in his body than good ones, and his internal bleeding had been a mess to control. She remembered him begging for death on that table.

But how could she. She was an angel of life. Her job was to revive. She had to make them live in order for Qais to kill them.

Not sparing it another thought, she walked into the adjoining large corridor of the east wing and then into her dressing room. It was room, equipped to sofas, a tv and even a small wine bar. Yasmin had been surprised to see that despite it’s outward haunting appearance the interior of the villa had been set quite immaculately. No wonder a work of Pasha. She smiled at the thought of his perfectionism.

Stepping out of the shower room she almost jumped off her skin, quickly grabbing at a towel. “Fuck!” She cursed in frustration, dark eyes glaring at the familiar boy reclining on the sofa with a champagne glass.

Qais.

It had been weeks since she had last seen him. He looked just the same, expensive attire, messy inky black locks falling over his forehead and stunning ocean eyes that seemed to sweeten and harden according to his mood. Currently they were fixed on her bare form.

“You son of a– What are you doing here!” She tightened the towel around her.

“I came to welcome you.” His blue eyes perused over her, tilting his head as they mischievously running up her legs and pupils dilating at her cleavage. Had she gotten bigger in these few weeks?

She grabbed a display vase and hurled it at him.

He dodged just in time, fast reflexes even managing to keep the champagne from spilling.

“Get out of here!” She cut off his shameless ogling. In all these weeks he hadn’t changed, he was just as infuriating as ever.

He frowned at her foul tongue, reclining back even farther. “Its my house.”

“Doesn’t mean you get to peak on others in showers.” She walked behind the partition and began changing into her dress, knowing that she couldn’t get him to leave.

Qais scoffed in offence at her words. He would admit that up until a few weeks ago Yasmin Hayat did attract him fairly enough. The doctor was a girl of dreams; tall and voluptuous, confident and elegant, a deadly beauty with brains. But that was all before he had known Layla existed. After he’d met Layla, Qais figured even the hoors from heaven wouldn’t earn a glance from him let alone Yasmin. His heart, body and soul had all transfixed on Layla and Layla alone.

He looked as if she had humored him, “Don’t flatter yourself, doctor. We both know I've seen better.”

Another vase came hurling at him.

“Will you stop it, these are antiques.” Qais snapped at her this time, luckily he had caught it. If it were anyone else the shards of a broken vase would be bone-deep in them. But Pasha and Yasmin were the only two that could get away with such disrespect. Even then, Yasmin knew not to go for a third vase, because there was no trusting Qais.

“What are you here for Qais?” She sighed, realizing he would not leave until he got what he came for.

“I’m bored,” He deadpanned, “You took my toy. Is it fixed yet?”