My secret love

pt.9

Author's POV
Aira slowly opened her eyes as the soft morning sunlight peeked through the curtains. She moved under the covers, stretching her body before sitting up in bed.
Aira got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get ready. She took a quick shower and got dressed.
After getting ready, Aira grabbed her bag and keys, preparing to head out. As she walked out of her room, she checked herself in the mirror one last time before heading downstairs.
Aira's POV
I went downstairs and saw my brother on the couch, sipping coffee and scrolling through his phone.
"Hey," I greeted, walking over to the couch. "You're up early." I asked since he goes to work at 10:00 am and it's currently 8:30 am.
Yeah, I couldn't sleep, " he said, rubbing his eyes. "I have a big project due today."
"That sucks," I said, feeling a bit worried. "You've been working on it all night?"
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep, so I asked Aisha to make me some coffee."
"Oh, okay. Good luck with that. I should get going now. My class starts in 20 minutes," I said, getting up from the couch.
"Bye, be safe," my brother said, nodding.
"Sure thing," I replied, grabbing my bag and heading for the door.
I walked outside and got into my car, setting off towards the university.
The drive to the university didn't take long. I soon arrived at the campus and parked my car in the student parking lot.
Grabbing my bag, I got out of the car and walked towards my first class of the day. The campus was filled with students, all hurrying to get to their classes.
I walked into the building and made my way to my classroom. There were already students inside, chatting amongst themselves and taking out their notebooks. I went to my seat and sat down, taking out my notes and laptop.
As I sat down in my seat, my phone buzzed quietly on my desk. I glanced down at the screen and saw that it was a message from Ibrahim.
Smiling, I opened it and read the message. "Good morning, my love. I hope you slept well."
I quickly typed out a reply. "Good morning. Did you just wake up?"
Ibrahim's reply came almost instantly. "Yeah, just woke up. Can't wait to see you tonight."
"And who said we're meeting tonight??"
Ibrahim sent a winking emoji in response.
"Oh, come on now. Do you really think I'm going to miss an opportunity to see you? Especially after going whole day without seeing you."
I chuckled at his response and typed out another message. "You're so clingy. You're worse than a puppy."
"Just for you, babe," Ibrahim said, then immediately sent a bunch of heart emojis.
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but smile. Even though he could be overly affectionate, I secretly loved how much he loved and wanted me.
"Okay, okay, I'm currently in my university, so how about you pick me up from here and we can spend some time together??"
"Deal," he responded almost immediately. "I'll come pick you up. What time does your this class finish?"
I glanced at the time and replied. "It's a 2 hour class, so it'll end around 11 o'clock. Maybe we can have lunch together after that?"
Ibrahim responded right away. "Sounds perfect. I'll come pick you up at 11. Try not to miss me too much until then."
I chuckled and typed back, "Oh please, I can barely make it through one class without you. "
"Okay, I have to pay attention to the lecture now," I responded, putting my phone away.
No worries, babe. Focus on your class. I'll wait for you at 11.

After what felt like forever, the class finally came to an end. I gathered my notes and laptop, shoving them into my bag quickly. I couldn't wait to get out of here and meet Ibrahim.
As I walked out of the lecture hall, I saw some of my friends standing nearby chatting. They glanced over and called out to me.
"Hey, where are you going in such a hurry?"
I stopped and turned to them, a small smile on my face. "Hey guys, I have to go shopping with my mom," I lied.
They nodded, not suspecting anything.
"Alright, have fun," one of them said.
"See you tomorrow," I replied, waving goodbye before taking off down the hallway.
I quickly left the campus building and headed to the parking lot. I was looking for Ibrahim's car, I knew he was probably already waiting for me.
I saw Ibrahim's black Bugatti parked near the entrance. I went over to the car, and there he was, sitting in the driver's seat, busy on his phone.
He looked up as I approached the car, a wide smile spreading across his face. He got out of the car and opened the door for me.
I slid into the passenger seat, setting my bag down on the back seat. Ibrahim got back in the driver's seat, starting the car.
"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, looking over at me with a charming smile.
"Hey," I replied, grinning at him. "Nice car you've got here."
"Only the best for my lady," Ibrahim said, putting the car in gear.
He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road.
It was silent for a few minutes as Ibrahim drove through the city. I looked out the window, watching the buildings pass by.
"So, where are we going for lunch?" I asked, breaking the silence.
He glanced over at me, his eyes on the road. "I've made reservations at a fancy restaurant," he said, a smirk on his face. "Somewhere where I can wine and dine you properly."
I rolled my eyes playfully. "You're such a show-off," I said, chuckling. "You don't have to take me to fancy restaurants all the time, you know."
He chuckled, reaching over and resting his hand on my thigh. "But it's what you deserve, my love. Only the best for you."
"You're just trying to impress me, aren't you?" I asked, playfully teasing him.
Ibrahim smirked, squeezing my thigh gently. "Is it working?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
I bit my lip, trying to hide the fact that I was affected by his touch. "Maybe a little," I said, keeping up my straight face.
"Only a little?" he teased, his hand tracing small circles on my thigh, getting closer and closer to my inner thigh.
I shifted in my seat, trying to ignore the tingling sensation his touch was causing. "Cut it out," I said, trying to sound stern. "We're literally in the car. Someone could see us."
He chuckled softly, his hand moving away from my thigh. "You're so cute when you get all flustered," he said, his eyes flicking to me for a moment before focusing back on the road.
I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my flustered state. "Shut up," I said, playfully punching his arm lightly.
He laughed heartily, pretending to be wounded by my punch. "Ouch, that hurt," he said, feigning pain. "You're a fierce one, my love."
I couldn't help but laugh along with him. "You're such a drama queen," I said, poking him again.
He chuckled and pretended to flinch. "Ouch, again with the violence. I'm wounded, I tell you," he said, dramatically putting a hand to his chest.
"Oh, stop it," I said, playfully hitting him again. "You're being such a baby."
"But my love, my heart," he said dramatically. "You're breaking it with every punch."
I rolled my eyes, struggling to keep a straight face. He was being so over-the-top, but it was hard not to laugh. "Drama queen," I muttered, stifling a chuckle.
He grinned at me, enjoying my reaction. "You know, your punches are surprisingly strong for such a delicate beauty," he teased.
"And you're surprisingly dramatic for such a tough gangster," I retorted, sticking my tongue out at him.
He chuckled.
"You know, I could throw you over my lap and give you a real lesson in roughhousing," he said, his voice low and playful.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as he said that, my mind instantly picturing the scenario. I tried to stay cool, scoffing loudly.