A Muslim's Life

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Amna's POV

I glared at the ruby ring on my wedding finger with pure hatred. Don't get me wrong, it was a beautiful ring but it was the person who had given it to me, my hatred was aimed at.

Today would be my last day at school. According to Walid, being my fiancé means having control of every aspect of my life. It was a horrible feeling, school had just begun and it was already ending for me.

Here I was sitting in Starbucks, alone. I came every day before school for a drink. Usually I would be content with that but being alone meant left with these hateful thoughts.

I didn't even realize how hard I was gripping my customized latte until the cup literally burst. It spilled all over the floor surrounding my table. I got up to get a napkin and slipped on the spilled latte.

At a last attempt to avoid the fall, I grabbed on to a waiter and brought the poor guy down with me.

"I'm so so sorry! Oh my gosh! Your pants-" With my newfound napkin I began dabbing his pants and my eyes widened in horror as I realized exactly what I was dabbing.

My face was beet red as I kept my head down refusing to look at who I had just touched. I heard a musical deep laugh and by than my face was resembling a very ripe tomato.

I watched his hand go up as the manager came out.

"Just give me 5 minutes, sir. I will be right back" He called out, than with his back still facing me he rushed in the drive way and with his hand he gestured me to follow.

I got up to have what would probably be the most humiliating confrontation in my life. My scarf was drenched and useless at this point so I removed it, letting my hair free.

When the waiter turned around my heart nearly stopped beating. He was a very handsome man but probably someone seven or so years older than me. His hair was a chocolate brown and stylishly messy, his eyes were a stormy green and his smile very startling.

At first I thought he was leering at my lower face until I realized he was staring at my chest.

I was ready to scream at him when I looked down to see my drenched white top now see through. He shook off his jacket and handed it to me finally looking up to my face.

"I think you might need that" his eyes were twinkling as he smiled.

"Yea-yup! Uh- Im very sorry, I didn't mean to touch your..your...-" I shut my mouth refusing to say more. He let out another one of those deep laughs.

"My penis? Its fine, most girls usually talk to me first but at least you've finally noticed me. Been serving you lattes for a while now, you should really look up more" he put a finger to my chin, pulling my face up.

My eyes were wide and confused as I felt something at his touch. I took a step back from him.

"We're- You- I'm engaged" I tried to firmly tell him holding up my wedding ring.

He smiled at that "Oh I know but engagements are made to be broken. I can see why you keep your hair hidden, too beautiful for just anyone to see. My names Darius by the way, Amna". As he walked off, hands in pockets. I stood for quiet a bit, utterly speechless.

How did I never see him before? That was the first question on my mind. A really built guy with shades showed up "Yes, Mr. Preston. She was seen talking to some man outside of Starbucks. Do not worry, I have her sir. I'll go tell her your on your way" he talked back into this blue tooth.

I looked around for this so called girl outside of Starbucks but their was only me. Shrugging, I was about to walk away when my shoulder was grabbed.

"Mr. Preston is coming or as you address him Walid. He is not in the happiest of moods so I would-"

Speak of the devil...

Just when Walid showed up. This gigantic hulk lowered his head in respect.

"Your dismissed, Dæmon"

"Thank you, sir" he muttered walking away, leaving me to face my fiancé.

"Whose jacket is that?!"