The hijabi and the playboy

Chapter 17

Omg, first of all I'd like to apologize for not keeping my promise today. I told some people that I'd upload within an hour in the morning (my time zone) and family friends visited from another city and so I got caught up and now am uploading much later. So I'm very sorry to let you down and have made this chapter longer and I hope you like it. Interesting things will be happening soon with suraiya and Jacob so don't miss out!💖💖💖❤️❤️❤️I love u all so so much and I'm so thankful that u guys are supporting this story and like it. Please comment as I love to read them, as well as upvote. Ty loves❤️❤️❤️❤️

Jacob's pov
I hated life. There was nothing meaningful left. It's been like this for a couple of days now. I'd wake up at 5:30 go to the gym do my regular workout head back home, shower, change, eat and then head to work. The same thing happened everyday, I had interviews and meetings for hours with people who were just trying to scam us into paying for their great ideas for increasing and enhancing our new car model.

Everything was meaningless and repetitive and I felt sick.

I sighed and glared at the guy talking which made him quiver. "You want us to pay 100 million for you guys to be able to enhance the heating in the car? Are you fucking with me right now?! Do you think I'm fucking retarded?! Have you even been in our latest car or any of our cars? They all have great heating systems. Tell your company to go fuck themselves because I'm done with their stupid bullshit and I'm not paying for some crap like this. Understand?!"

The man turned red and with a stutter said "y-yes sir, I'm very sorry." Before grabbing his USB and leaving.

Alex sighed and said "that was your last meeting today. You're free, you don't have anything else scheduled."

I got up and thanked him before heading outside the building. It was now 7 p.m. and I had nothing to do, usually I'd just go home and sleep but I'm so tired of living so boringly. I didn't feel like talking to anyone so instead I got an expensive wine bottle and and went home. There was nothing to do after all.

I recently bought myself my own home, it was pretty expensive and costed around several million but I worked hard for it and well since dad and everyone else were so excited that I became an adult and took over the company they paid for some of it.

I sat on the white couch and turned on the tv, there was nothing on there as I kept flipping the channels bored and not in the mood for Netflix either. I got up to get myself a glass for the wine and sat back down. I took a sip of the wine and flipped some more through the channels as I stopped at a Paris celebrity channel to see her. Her smile brightened up the place as she spoke in fluent French "I'm so happy to be here, I'm glad I'm pursuing my dreams of becoming a figure skater and a hijabi one might I add. I'd like to show other young girls and boys that no matter what the circumstance is and no matter who you are, you can always pursue your dreams." The only reason I could understand her was because growing up I had multiple tutors for multiple languages that my father wanted me to learn, probably because he wanted me to be a good CEO. Her voice still sweet and warm as she continued except this time in English "I miss everyone in California, I miss my family and all my friends. And I hope that when they see my performances they're proud of me." A reporter then asked "suraiya so are you officially signed under ELITES?"

"I am indeed. And it's such an honour, I'm really happy that George saw talent in me and let me pursue my dreams." She smiled prettily as my hands started shaking. It's her. Suraiya. I dropped the wine glass as I started to tear up. Tears started brimming underneath my eyes. And I felt so broken. I pushed back my hair in frustration.

Sweets. She was really there. Was she eating well? Is she comfortable there? Are they nice to her? That's all that went through my mind as I saw her there. And that's when I truly understood that I can't hate her. No thoughts of me hating her for leaving crossed my mind at all. I was just concerned about her. Whether she was okay. And that's how I realized that she's the only one that I will truly care about in my life. I saw colour that day for the first time since she was gone. Her smile still made me nervous and excited. As she looked nothing less than beautiful. Another reporter than asked her "to conclude this interview, could you please say something to the people that mean a lot to you in your life?"