My Blue Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 19

Kuwait never slept, it never even got sleepy. Zaid's penthouse on the upper west side had the level of soundproofing expected in a multi million-dollar property, but still the sounds of the city filtered in. The rhythmic thumping of tires over the well-worn streets, the protests of weary air brakes and the nonstop honking of taxi horns.

My mind kept whirling around him.

My stomach knotted at our last encounter two weeks ago.

Sighing I leaned forward towards the glass.

'You seem low?', he always says the right thing.

'Sleepy.', I affirmed and he nodded.

'Dinner?', he raised one dark brow.

'Not in the mood.', I slumped against the glass.

'Let's go out for dinner.', crossing his legs beside me.

'I'm tired.'

His gaze went beyond the glass.

'You know why I chose this life over everything?', he muttered.

I frowned at his thoughtful expression.

'I love it in here. This chaos, this cacophony of the traffic everything. I worked hard to get this life. Away from all of you.'

His eyes were a warm chocolate shades darker than his skin and they registered both surprise and dismay.

I wondered what he's going to say next.

'And above all I love you.', raking his hands gently in my hair.

I huffed a humorless laugh, not knowing what to say. Those who are older than you knows right things to say at the right time. I don't have that I guess.

'What is it?', he said with an impassive face.

He had that special sense that triggers him about my pathetic mind whirlpool. 

'Nothing.', I gave him one of my perfect smile but he didn't seem to buy it.

'I know Zasha there is something there.', he danced his finger towards my eyes and I closed them huffing a small laugh again.

God! Why is it not easy to get away with him?

'Because I'm your big brother and I know there's something cooking in that little head of yours.'

I blushed at my stupidity again.

Hell... What can I say?

Should I tell him that his best of a friend hooks up with random girls.

Or----

What if he knows?
And I would make a fool of myself and he would overthink.

'Nothing is cooking.', I straightened.

'Let's go out for dinner.', I commanded and he smiled.

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Three weeks passed and he was nowhere to be seen as if hid on purpose.

I wasn't even sure if I also wanted to see that dark and dangerous man again.

In the mid of my trance the cab halted while inertia worked it's best.

I hopped out of my ride and paid the driver. I was happy to be honest. In this blessed city I just finished my fifth project. With my wallet heavy I was thinking about going shopping tomorrow but then halted my bullet train of thoughts.