PSPA

6

"You are everything I've ever searched for, even before I knew what I was looking for." - Emma Chase

BILEL'S POV:

"I don't want to blow up the school anymore" I say in Arabic to Adil, entering the new office in a hurry.

"Excuse me? We have limited time before the next attack, you can't ask that now," he tries to contradict me.

"What the hell don't you understand, Adil? I didn't ask you anything, I'm giving the order to withdraw from the school, now! Remember, you're talking to your caliph." I raise my voice, punching the desk.

"As you wish, I'll give the order to withdraw but..."

"No buts, Adil, leave immediately," I repeat firmly, slamming the phone down before hurling the ashtray against the wall.

Damn it! I curse inwardly, taking my head in my hands.

What's happening to me? Why am I hesitating? Why do I feel sorry for an infidel? Why do I feel like I'm losing the control I've worked so hard to develop over the years?

"No, no, no," I mutter to myself, trying to gather my thoughts, regain the light of reason.

I call Adil back and revoke my order. The school will turn to ashes, the infidels will burn in the flames of hell, and..."Shit!" I shout, jumping up at the image of that girl under the rubble barely alive.

I put my hands on the desk and close my eyes. What has this girl done to me? Why does she make me hesitate? I must take revenge, I must punish, not spare lives!

Where have I seen her before? Why does it feel like I've already met her? Why am I sparing her life? Why is she tormenting me so much?

I grimace as I remember her delicate jasmine scent, her dark skin basking in the sunlight, her long black hair, her dark, round, expressive and innocent eyes, the long lashes fluttering constantly, the flushed cheeks, the graceful curve of her neck, the lips bitten until they bleed, and God, the sinful shape of her round and high breasts, the slender waist, the pronounced, tender hips... It brings to mind the image of a doll, so beautiful as to seem unreal, have I dreamed her before?

I open the door furiously and am flooded with that sweet jasmine scent, I lower my gaze and like an apparition, find her right under my nose. She stares at me with those deer-like eyes, unsure of what to do or say... she's trembling, I want to take her in my arms.

"Were you eavesdropping, miss?" I accuse arrogantly, clenching my jaw.

"No!" she exclaims, shaking her head and waving her hands.

Damn, she's so delicate. Does she really think I could accuse her of something like that? Why doesn't she give me another knee, I deserve it, I was about to kill her.

"I didn't suspend you earlier, don't give me any more reasons to do so," I growl in her face to further intimidate her.

I think I might have the power to do it, but I feel even worse... she keeps shaking visibly and biting her lip to hold back the tears in her eyes, I wish so much I could run my thumb over that lip to ease her pain.

"I came to apologize for the knee kick, I shouldn't have acted that way," she manages to say, surprising me, I was convinced she would run away from me after my animalistic words.

I stand still for two seconds, just looking at her, taking a deep breath and imprinting her sweet scent, innocent eyes, and perfectly crafted face, fully aware that it will be the last time I see her.

She convinced me to stop an attack with just a look, I can't imagine what impact her kiss could have on me.

An image of me trapping her cheeks between my fingers and slamming her against the wall to possess her, it affects me so much that it makes my head spin and I hiss, "No, she shouldn't have," before slamming the door shut and quickly walking away from that little creature.

I head to the agora when a woman stops me, saying, "Can I talk to you for a moment, Professor Cortada?"

I shake my head, keeping straight and ignoring her, it's not the time.

I leave the school after hellish hours in classes and teachers who organized a surprise for my welcome. It was all so embarrassing that I hastily ate a piece of cake and made up an excuse about having too much work to stay at the party.

I lock myself in the office, answering emails from various bank branches under my name and giving new orders for a new attack. I have no intention of stopping here.

I consider resigning and delegating Adil to find a replacement for me, but I let it go. It's very curious the impact that girl has on me, running away would prevent me from getting to the bottom of this. That little creature teases me, I can't leave now, not before making her pay.

I throw the briefcase on the seat and get into the car, starting the engine.

I'm exhausted, Iast night was intense of wild sex and barely heard the alarm this morning. I should start regulating myself from now on, coming back from nights out at a decent time, for example.

I put on my sunglasses and press on the accelerator to get away from here. I reach for the radio and, turning right, I stop at the red light.

It's starting to get hot, I think, taking off my jacket and throwing it on the seat next to me. I grab my phone to respond to Adil's messages, when my eyes are drawn to a girl at the bus stop.

Miss Fernando, I say to myself. What a coincidence?

A honk behind me makes me shake my head and take control of the car again, when did the traffic light turn green? I move forward, passing by her and not taking my eyes off her, distracted by the headphones in her ears.

After a while, I lose sight of her and looking up in the rearview mirror, I search for her image again, she's gone.

"Fuck" I mutter as I turn right and circle the school again.

I return to the same spot, finding the traffic light red again and manage to observe her more carefully. She's waving her hands too heatedly and scowling to her left. Doesn't she know there's a transport strike until 5 pm?

The traffic light turns green again and I'm forced to move forward. I pass by her again, smiling amused, she hasn't noticed me again this time.

I turn right with a unhealthy idea and circling the school again, I pull over at the bus stop.

I already know I'll regret it.