Scandalous Engagement✅(PREVIEW).

05|Game On.

Sometimes you gotta be the one to lead the way if he doesn't get the hint! (I didn't say that though).
-WR🌹

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05|Game on...

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I, Yazid, and Mufasa chatted for over an hour before Daddy called, asking why I was refusing David's company.

I was exhausted by the endless presence of Daddy's minions trailing me. I wasn't a little girl who needed constant protection. "Now my mood is wrecked!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in frustration.

"Chill," Mufasa said, making calming gestures with his hands. Great, now Yazid rubbed off his habit on Mufasa. I'd rather die than inherit that tendency.

"No, I need something," I insisted.

"Are you on drugs, Maryam Amirah?" Yazid asked, his brow furrowing as he awaited my answer, disbelief painting his features.

"Hell no!" I scrunched my nose in disgust. "I meant food. A bar of chocolate will do, not heroin or weed or cocaine. Come on, have some trust in me." I playfully slapped his chest.

"Well, you never know with you girls," he shrugged. Mufasa glanced back and forth between us, listening to our banter before deciding he'd had enough.

"Your phone is ringing," he pointed out, plucking it from my bag. "What the hell is this?" He handed it back, confused.

Arrogant AH.

My heart sank. I froze for a moment, and just as I began to react, the call ended. "Shoot!" I exclaimed, smacking my forehead with my fist.

"What is it?" Mufasa asked, turning to Yazid. "Yazid, your friend is crazy. Do you know what name she saved for the person who just called? Arrogant AH. If he's that arrogant, why care about missing his call? Let's grab something to eat, I'm famished." He hopped down from the trunk and slid into the passenger seat, adding, "Yazid, you're driving alone. I'm not going with you." Yazid ignored him and climbed into his car while I followed suit.

Mufasa provided directions as I drove, my mind swirling with confusion. It had been three days since we last spoke, so why was he calling now? I thought we were done.

Why am I obsessing over a guy I've never met? A damn obnoxious stranger, no less. This feeling is maddening, and I loathe it with every fiber of my being.

I pushed my worries aside, pressed the gas pedal, and raced against Yazid while Mufasa cheered me on, trying to drown out my thoughts about the arrogant bloke.

I didn't even know his name.

Heck, I was doomed.

As we reached the eatery, my phone beeped, Mufasa's curiosity piqued and he opened his large mouth. Yes, it was large in every sense of the word. "So what does this AH stand for, and why save a contact with that name?"

"What? AH stands for Asshole. The guy's a jerk," I replied casually, slipping off my sunglasses.

"Then why is he calling and texting you?" He asked.