One month, twenty-nine days, and fourteen hours later was when I was seeing that petite girl again. What's the fun if you don't make your prey believe they have the freedom, just like Adah, who was living in a sweet dream that she wouldn't cross paths with me again. Our conversation was left unfinished, and I wanted to nab her when she was least expecting it.
"Adah."
The moment she heard me, she turned her head so fast I wondered how she didn't get whiplash. Her breathing turned labored, and she staggered with wide eyes.
"No, no.." she kept murmuring before she ran towards the door like a frightened rabbit.
"Open the door!" her shriek echoed inside the restaurant.
"Please, someone help me," she started banging her fists on the brass door while screaming the life out of her lungs.
Having enough of it, I marched towards her, and at that precise moment, she faced me. She stopped breathing seeing me close to her and looked at me with those fearful grey eyes that would soon give me a hard-on just the way they did on that night in the warehouse. After confessing about her father in the shower, she seemed back to square one. Interesting.
My gaze fell on her bag, which she was clutching tight across her chest. I narrowed my eyes, and my body on its own learned so close to her that I could see the blue freckles in her grey iris. Placing one forearm above her head and the other hand beside her, I caged her trembling form in between my arms.
"Breath." The moment I said, she let out the breath she was holding.
"If I want to hurt you right now, this lame excuse of a bag will not save you," I said, and I saw her chin wobble in fear.
I was getting distracted again by her pink lips, and as if my gaze was stuck on it, it refused to look away from those luscious petals.
How will they taste if I kiss her? This thought was plaguing my sanity, and before I could do anything reckless, I rein in, "We are here to talk. unless you don't plan to irk me and make me do things to you which are running in your mind."
I was still lost in those lips of hers, and for a moment, I wanted to fuck my sanity and kiss them without mercy.
Aryan Abdullah, the right hand to south Asian strongest mafia, the Pathan gang, never lost his senses and has so far lived up to his reputation, and out of nowhere, this girl was turning his control upside down. Closing my eyes, I forced myself to pull away from her, ignoring the protest of my longing body.
What kind of magic had she spelled on me that my body refused to listen to me in her presence? Although she was covered in the right place yet, she looked seductive enough. I moved away from her and had to tuck and fist one hand inside the pocket to control myself.
"Shall we?" I asked her with a challenging look. She hastily nodded.
She looked suspiciously while walking beside me but didn't say anything otherwise. I sat on my chair and immediately noticed she was already sitting on the edge, not to mention avoiding eye contact.
"What will you have?" I asked, focusing on the menu.
"I..." she mumbled incoherently.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm not hungry," she whispered, lowering her head and looking at her bag on her lap.
That was it!
I fished out my pistol and tossed it on the table. It did its magic as always, and she immediately whispered, "Eggs," her gaze not leaving the gun the entire time.
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Aryan's Lethal Obsession
Romance"Here," he threw the gun at me, which I had to catch with my two hands. "Kill him." The moment the words were out of his mouth, I dropped the gun in shock and took back steps. "I will let you go if you kill him," he was pointing towards John. "No,"...
