Adam's POV
It was safe to say he had not been seen from where he was parked, near the coast, with the headlights of his favourite sports car switched off. The rain heavily drummed in beats onto the windscreen and although the sound itself was deafening, it done nothing to avert his mind from the scene which unfolded in front of his eyes a few moments ago.
His hands gripped the steering wheel and his lips tightened in frustration. His eyes were weakening with jealousy and contempt; a harsh redness forming from the fury igniting within him.
Those arms that Adam adored more than anything were held by him. That scum had the opportunity to be as close as he was to her, with her body only a few inches from his. The same scum from the hospital.
He punched relentlessly at the steering wheel, feeling his knuckles giving in to the hard surface scraping against his skin. His breathing was rough and he closed his eyes to calm himself down. But as soon as he did, the image of the two of them reappeared in his mind.
That was enough to have him pushing hard against the pedal of the accelerator. The engine roared to life and the car soared down the streets. He didn't care for the water he sprayed onto the people walking on the pavements. He knew where he needed to be at that time. Adam was going to find out who he was. His name, his address, every single detail about that scum, he'd obtain.
He was the reason she had hesitated that day, she held feelings for him that Adam could see in her eyes, yet he didn't want her to. Adam wanted Hayat all to himself and he vowed to himself not to let anyone take her away from him.
She eased him, making him forget all his troubles and worries. She looked after him, and only did she awaken sense into him that day he was conflicted between whether he wanted to live or die.
He needed her.
He breathed evenly, just thinking about her released the tension in his muscles. He relaxed, thinking about her alluring eyes and that heavenly charm she possessed.
He stopped by the entrance and let out a quick breath before the servant rushed to the car door, an umbrella clutched in his hands.
'Sir, may I be of any assistance?' He squirmed as he spoke, the rain pelting upon his uniform.
'Arrange a meeting with Sultan Hashim, immediately.' As he reached the lobby, another servant rushed to take his leather jacket off.
'Yes, sir.' The former hurried inside, fumbling with the phone as he gulped before speaking.
Adam adjusted his black, collared shirt and hesitated before walking into the dining room. His father and mother were seated proudly, awaiting the arrival of their son. His face dropped when his eyes landed on the lone seat across from him.
Amina's seat.
'Afternoon, my dear son.' His mother shot up from her seat, pecking a small kiss on his forehead.
'Mother, don't act so affectionate. The only thing keeping you from scowling at me is the sole reason that I'll be taking over the business soon.' His eyes shifted to his father for a split second before he took his seat at the table.
'Indeed you will be, soon,' Ibrahim glowered at his son. 'We're glad you've gotten over that ridiculous phase.'
Adam's fingers tightened around his fork and he threw it back onto the plate. Ibrahim glanced at him with a smug expression. His father was anticipating a reaction.
'Don't expect me home for dinner, I have other plans.' He stood up from his seat without giving his parents a second glance.
The front door slammed shut and the engine of the sports car was all they heard.
***
'I can't say I'm not surprised from your visit here,' Sultan's gaze upon him was sturdy. 'Hayat isn't home.'
The room was dim lighted, with the furnace sputtering beside them. A black figurine of the two seated across from each other, took form on the hard wooden floors.
'I'm not looking for Hayat,' He leaned forward from where he was sitting, determination within his eyes. 'I'm looking for you.'
'Well, you've found me.' Sultan observed the suitor, his passion for a particular thing, intriguing his soon to be father-in-law.
'It's become rather a hobby, don't you think?' Adam relaxed into his seat, crossing his leg over the other. 'Overtimes and longer shifts at the hospital...'
'Be clear.' Sultan's hand tightened over the wine glass.
Adam's eyes bore into his and he clenched his jaw tightly. There was no way that Adam would let her heart succumb to his love. He felt envy grow in the black pit of his heart and that would continue until the day he would hear her utter his name under her breath with love.
'I want to know about the man she is in love with.'
Adam's fists tightened against the black denim of his jeans and his voice was roughened in resentment.
'And I want to destroy him.'
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Last Sacrifice | #Wattys2018
Romance'I can't stop.' His voice was husky and his breath, ragged. He backed her up against the wall, the warmth of his breath penetrating her ears and his lips lightly brushing against the soft skin of her earlobe. She closed her eyes, sucking in her bo...
