His possession

chapter 19

"I can't go another day without you, jalal. There is no other man out there who can satisfy me as good as you."

"You should have thought about that before jumping for the next man with a decent pay packet. We're done. I want nothing to do with you."

The woman, Olivia, sank to her knees. Her hands, with her nails painted red, travelled up his leg going to his crotch. Selena couldn't contain the gasp from between her lips as the woman continued to touch him. The sexual display shocked her to her core. Is that how jalal saw her? As a sexual person to be
used and discarded? From his own words he'd been intimate with the woman.

Jalal looked up and stared at her.

"selena."

Olivia turned to see who he was talking to.

Selena felt frozen in place. Jalal wasn't her man. She was just like any woman to him

"I should go," selena said. She moved down the last flight of stairs, shocked as jalal moved away from the woman. He was not giving her the courtesy of his time; he was brushing her off as if she were nothing, not a woman with feelings.

"jalal, let the girl go."

"For God sake, woman, get the fuck out of my life," he shouted.

Selena opened his front door which he closed immediately. "Let me go."

"No. I told you. You're mine, and I'm not letting you go." His hands rested either side of her, trapping her. He took her arm and led her back.

Grabbing Olivia by the arm, Selena watched the scuffle which took place. Jalal got the upper hand and threw the woman out of his house, slamming the
door. Selena stared at the spot where she'd been begging for his attention. Her thoughts upstairs as she faced herself in the mirror came back to haunt her. Giving herself to him could be the biggest mistake of her life. He walked back into the room, his face red with anger.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that."

"Who was she?" she asked, frowning at how calm she sounded. While staring in the mirror she'd thought about giving her body to him, only to witness the bitter way he treated his ex-lovers.

"An old friend."

"By old friend you mean girlfriend?"

"No. I wouldn't go that far."

"But you slept with her?"

"he didn't say anything."

Her anger rose with his evasion of her questions. "Did you sleep with her?"

He stared at her. "yes"

Anne walked inside the room. Selena turned away from him, struggling to breathe.

"Not now, Anne," jalal said.

"I hope you're not taking your problems out on the girl."

"You can take the rest of the day off."

Selena kept her back to them. She wanted nothing to do with the way he was speaking to Anne. Closing her eyes, she tried to fight the pain in her chest. Jalal was older than she. He had a past, a much longer past than hers.

"Olivia was a long time ago. I never slept with her. It was purely physical."

"You must have made an impression to have her begging like that."

"I take pride in making love to a woman, Selena. I'm no monk, and I'm not going to insult you and pretend that I was."

"I'm very much aware of how skilled you are. I mean, take a look at me. I was in your office for two minutes, and now I'm all but living with you. I can't go back to my house, and every time you Kiss me I give in. I'm nothing but a slut."

He took a step toward her, and she moved back a step. "Don't ever call yourself that."

"How can I not when a woman you've been intimate with was here begging and you throw her out? What makes me any different?"

"Listen to me, Selena. She meant nothing to me. None of the women before you meant anything."
She stared at him in shock. For the past two weeks she'd been sharing his bed, allowing him to kiss her
"Once you're done with me you'll just throw me away. Is that it? I'm only good while I present you with a challenge?" she asked

as tears fell from her eyes. Jalal didn't have the best business reputation, but she'd never
seen him be cruel. They way he dealt with that woman, an ex- lover, had been nothing but cruel.

"No, you're different."

"How?" she screamed. The words he kept repeating going off inside her head like a large red flashing light.

"Why am I different? What makes me so special? I've done nothing in my life. I've been nowhere. Whereas you've known women who've lived their life and yet you want me to believe I've got something they don't?"

"I don't know how to explain it to you," he said.

"What's to explain? You sleep with women and when you're bored you get rid of them as if they mean nothing. I'm not staying around to become a hopeless fool who falls at your feet." Selena went to move past him, but he caught her before she could get to far away from him.

"I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, but I refuse to add you to the list. I'm not letting you go."

"I don't want to stay here." She lied. In the short time of being with him there was nowhere else in the world she wanted to be.

"You're lying. I know you want me as much as I want you. Don't you feel it between us? There isn't a moment that goes by where I don't think about you."

"That's just your lust."

"Is it? Because I've had that, Selena. I've wanted women, and the moment I've have them the intensity has gone. With you, I've felt something since the moment we met on the elevator."

She frowned, not recalling the time he talked about.
"You don't remember it?"

"I've never met you."

"We rode in the elevator together. You wore a black pencil type skirt and a white blouse. You stood on my floor waiting as the doors opened. You stood staring at the ground before riding the lift down to the bottom floor. Do you remember? I told you it was ground floor."

The scene played out in her mind. She remembered the day vaguely, as she hadn't been working in the building long. "I see you remember. I knew that day you'd be mine."

"What are you saying?" she asked.

"I love you, selena."

She gasped as he pushed her back against the wall his body crowding her. "I looked at you, and my world fell apart. I knew I wanted you, and I'd do anything to get you. You feel this?" He placed her hand over his heart. "It beats for no one but you."

Her hand pressed against his chest. Eyes bright with tears, Jalal prayed she would believe him. Being with her meant more to him than anything else.

Seeing her face as she saw Olivia had cut him deeply. Telling her the whole truth about the other woman could send her running from him. He wouldn't blame her. Being a dominant man could send the most experienced women away. He would give it all up if he could.

"How can you love me?" she asked.
"Because I do. I know how I feel."
"I never thought anyone could ever fall in love with someone like me."
Jalal slammed his lips down on hers. Showing her with everything he was how much he loved her. He kiss her. Pulling away, jalal knew he had to stop now. Otherwise he wouldn't have the strength but she give in she finally did

Selena give him the most precious gift a woman could give a man. He would treasure the gift and her for the rest of his life.