My Blue Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 32

He stared at her fading frame as she sauntered inside the building with shockingly great ease in those high heels. He stayed there even after she was no more in his sight.

Drowned in his painful thoughts he steered forward. Only he knew how he had managed to drive and came to his mansion.

'You always choose to worsen the situation Musa. No?'

Those words rang making his head dizzy. He worked with the bolt and got inside his bedroom, locking the door shut. He ripped his clothes, the buttons of his shirt broke off the seam, clattering lightly on the floor.

Standing under chilly shower he let off some steam.

But he was still silently raging at his father's words. 

He didn't know why everyone takes him as a black hat.

He padded over to his massive walk in closet and slipped into jeans. Towel drying his hairs he finger brushed them and hit the sack.

Zasha

What has she done to him?

Her existence was continuously bringing disgrace to him.

But still, he couldn't bring himself to hate her.

In fact the feeling grew into something more potent. And his heart was ready to call it love yet his mind kept him at he bay.

He closed his eyes and slipped into his own world. Where he had no one but her and happiness. 

Laying on the sands of Caribbean with hands entwined, he nipped at her lower lip with his teeth and then soothed the sting with his tongue.

It wasn't just lust, but it was so much more.

He nuzzled his nose against her.  With a soft groan, he sealed his chiseled mouth over hers with a lush deep kiss. Banding his arms around her and tightening them possessively he thrust his tongue that danced in love with hers.

A loud knock on the door burst his happy slumber and he shot up in his bed.

A dream.

Sweet one.

He got up and grudgingly opened the door to find poor maid looking away at the sight of his naked chest.

'What in this living hell made you knock?', he bellowed with redness in his eyes.

'Sir is calling you down for dinner.'

He rolled his eyes and closed the door at her face.

Poor soul shrank and descended down the stairs, telling Mr. Asim about his grumpy son.

Musa hit the bed again at his face but couldn't bring that sweet, hot sleep again..

Thinking of her, he got hold of his phone and typed a message to her.

I hope you're feeling well now. Take a good sleep and eat healthy.

Dueling on whether to put an emoji or not he chose not to after good twenty minutes and tapped on send option.  

Feeling hunger, he left his bed and slipped into an aqua blue T-shirt. Pocketing his phone and wallet he glided down stairs and walked towards the entrance with big strides.

'I called you.'

His steps faltered at the voice and he turned around.

'Why didn't you come?', he asked with glistening eyes.