IN LOVE WITH THE FRENCH BEAUTY

~**Chapter 16~**

~**Chapter 16~**

Dahveed’s phone was ringing. He could hear it, but he had no idea where it was. He had no idea where he was. He was in a strange bed, with a woman and he had no clothes. And his phone was ringing.

He looked over at Arabelle and his mouth inched up at the corners. And the phone rang again. His initial thought was to get the phone, but he ignored it and it stopped ringing. Arabelle stirred, her smile sleepy, and he sat there in bed watching her hands uncurl, watching her legs stretch, watching her come to life and he smiled.

The phone started ringing again and he swore. He found his pants tossed over to one side and pulled out the annoying device.

“Where are you?” it was his father, whom he hadn’t told a word about Arabelle. He stood and walked to the living room where he wouldn’t disturb her. “At home, why?”

“I was worried. The last time I saw you, was yesterday afternoon and you were nearly dying of a headache. And then I didn’t see you at dinnertime, so I wanted to check on you before I headed to the office. And imagine my surprise since I’m standing in the middle of your bedroom and you’re not here. Not in the closet, not in the bathroom. In fact, nowhere to be seen on this property. What’s her name Dahveed?” his dad didn’t sound angry or disappointed. He sounded surprised and a little…smug.

“I don’t want to talk about this now.” He said swallowing loudly because Arabelle appeared in the doorway—naked. He collapsed into a chair, the blood draining from his head. “I really don’t want to talk about this now.”

“When do you want to talk about it Dahveed? You’re sleeping with someone for the first time as far as I know—and you’re not going to tell me?”

Gingerly, he watched her. She was walking toward him, curvy hips swaying, sun casting her body in gold, and how he loved that body!  His mouth started to water and as a man currently undressed, she could easily see what was going on with his anatomy.

“I’ll tell you when I’m ready, dad.” he said turning his eyes away from the light because he needed his focus to converse intelligently. His father wouldn’t be put off forever. But then Dahveed saw her kneel down in front of him, her hair falling over his thighs, and her mouth closed over his manhood.

“Ahh…ahh…ahh…ahh. I have to go.”

“Tonight, meet me in the bar.” The mansion had a spacious bar where individuals went for privacy or just to think quietly.

“Yeah,” Dahveed gasped, punched the end button with unseeing eyes, and then the phone fell uselessly to the floor.

It was sometime later before Dahveed grudgingly left Arabelle’s place first to change clothes and then to talk to his dad. The idea of telling his dad about Arabelle wasn’t as scary as two weeks ago because he felt rejuvenated. He felt young, happy and alive—and all of this was because of Arabelle. He’d just had the night of his life—thanks to her. God, how he loved her!

The fact that she hadn’t said anything regarding her feeling towards him hadn’t escaped his mind. Arabelle as he knew her would want to tell him in a majestic way that’d probably make him cry.

Before he knew it, two hours were up and he began getting restless. He’d given her the day off since he wasn’t going to be in the office, but for some reason he wanted to hear her voice. Instead of sprinting down to the bar, which was on the basement of the mansion, he found himself dialing her number with supreme anticipation.

When the phone rang four times and she didn’t pick up, something clogged his throat. Surely she wasn’t regretting the best night of his life! Five minutes went by and he began to worry when she didn’t pick up once again. Fear and every bad scenario began clogging his entire being as he wondered what was making her ignore his phone calls.