Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Adah

A scream caught my attention and ran towards it without thinking. As soon as I descended the stairs I halted in my tracks. June stood at some distance covering her mouth but what came before me made me crackled.

"For fuck sake, I'm not dead, June," Osama attempted to sound normal but with Matt carrying his limb body it looked otherwise.

I, on the other hand, couldn't stop laughing at Osama's state. I never liked him since day one and seeing him beaten to pulp snuff the need to vengeance for his behavios towards me.

"You...you...it's all because of y—" he cried when Matt shoved him to the couch deliberately.

June, being the mother hen, rushed forward and asked, "what happened to him?"

"Looks like he messed with the wrong one. With his sharp tongue, it's no wonder seeing him in this state," I wheeze in between my uncontrollable laughter.

With one swollen eye and bruised lips, he attempted to glare at me only to wince in pain the next moment. His otherwise gelled hair was scattered and ruffled. His entire t-shirt was drenched in sweat and he was still wearing boxing gloves.

Matt, who was trying despeate to stifle his laughter, excused saying he would fetch water.

"Osama....you...you were with Baba," June inquired, glancing at his injuries.

"He is fine, June," my laughter died down hearing Aryan. When I raised my head, I saw him walking...shirtless.

On instinct my eyes lowered but something inside me compel me to admire nature's beautiful creature walking towards us while removing his gloves. The way he used his teeth to rip the glove while walking had my stomach flip. Osama moaned when Aryan tossed his gloves at him, "get up. Don't act like a pussy."

"If that keeps you away from me then I'm a pussy," he grunted rolling on his side.

"What's wrong with you both? Mind your language before ladies," Matt entered, carrying a sealed bottle.

But my entire attention was on Aryan's back. Trails of sweat glistening on his back had me bit my lower lips. Him reeking of sweat should be the biggest turn off for me but I couldn't stop staring at his broad shoulders rising each time he inhaled. Granted, we sleep on the same bed everynight but I never turned around to feel his taut body. Although he was bare during the snorkeling, I was so lost in the dread of drowning that I failed to admire the lustrous honey shade of his skin. The thumping of my heart against my chest became prominent with each second of him standing before me. My gaze shamelessly moved from his back muscles flexing along with his bicep to his veiny forearms and ended up at his clenched fist.

Adah

The droplet of sweat vanishing into the waistband of his sweats had me licking my lips. I had to suck in a shivering inhale when the hard edges of those ab stared back at me. The line of fine hair that turned dense and scattered over his taunt......chest?

I blinked. When I looked up I saw Aryan staring at me intensely. My lips parted on their own, struck by the ferocity of the raw emotion I witnessed in those black eyes.

Ahem!

A cough pulled me out of my trance and I noticed three pairs of eyes flitting between me and Aryan. My eyes fell on his fisted hands and then at his eyes. By the time I could understand what was happening, he was quick to school his expression.

It was then I realized, he was now facing me. When did he turn around?.

"Why don't you wipe your drool?" My face heated up in embarrassment at Osama's remark and before I could shut him, Matt, who stood near him, hit his bruised arms.