My Spicy Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3

My stomach growled like a maniac and I looked around to see if anyone caught that howling of my stomach.

It's been four days and I'm still waiting for his apology.
May be I expect too much.

I drowned myself in work until it was time to go home.
I sluggishly packed my bag, just to get his glimpse.
The office was empty. Just the two of us.
And guess what?
I got lucky.

He came out of his and locked it. His fingers working fastly. He jerked the door to check if it's really locked and in  the process, his inky strands fell over his forehead, nudging his eyes.

He always did that jerking thing. God knows what he wants form that poor door.

His gaze fell over me and I came out of my trance.

Shit

He frowned and then looked back at the door with a secret smile playing at the corner of his well sculpted mouth.

I locked my drawers and stood up all the while feeling him in my peripheral vision. He was walking sluggishly towards the elevator while scrolling down his phone.

I stood up and made my way towards the elevator, leaving him behind.
I pressed the button and waited for the doors to open.

Feeling his heat behind me, I shuddered inwardly. Why does he affect me so much?

I stepped inside and turned around only to find him gawking at my legs.
His gaze abruptly found mine and I raised my brows that did nothing but infuriated him.

His lips formed into a thin line and he got inside the elevator with a thumping step.

Sometimes it felt as if I'm dealing with a child.

With a painful ride, full of sexual tension, we dashed out into a crowded lobby of the hotel, mixed with cacaphony of different races.

We strode together towards the parking lot and sat in our respective cars. I settled my rearview only to find him looking at me intently from his car.

Our gaze locked for a while.
Him glaring, me gawking.

Until I realized that my eye had chosen to fool me again. I quickly ducked my head down and turned on the ignition.

Fu**

Why me?

I dared a last glance in the rearview.
And guess what?

He was gone, with the wind.

**********
'Leave.'

I obeyed his order and dashed out of his office, en rout to Musa's.

I knocked but didn't barge inside. I knew what I came across last time and I truly regretted it.
I looked around and waited for quite a time until my patience ran out.

I knocked for the sixth time and a very much sated red head came out on wobbly legs, giving me a nasty look.

Bitch

She was here last time too.
How much I wanted to rip those fake red hair out of her scalp...
God! Give me strength.

She limped towards the elevator and I chuckled.

I waited for another minute to give him time.
Of course he had to pull up his boxers and zip up his pants after the deed.
I knocked again and entered the ajar door only to find him looking out at the city through the glass wall.

'Mr. Laghari?', I said but he didn't budge.

I cleared my throat and that's when he gave me side glance.

May be he's trying to hide a hickey or something.
Never mind.

There are men who can't keep it zipped in-- Musa.
And then there are men who tend to stay in their nutshell-- Zaid.

'What?', he spat and I shivered.

I had his all attention now. He was facing me with his eyes on my legs and I squirmed under his fiery gaze. His face gave away nothing but anger.

What is it with my legs and their looks?
I can't grasp it.

'That's the portfolio of Ms.Zasha Ahmed.', I said and placed the file on his table.

I looked up at him again and he was glaring at me.

I nodded and turned around. I really don't like him. He's always brooding and lashes out on anyone that comes in his way.
And this time, it was me.

'Cassandra!', he called out and I stopped.

I turned slowly with apprehension and found him oh so slowly advancing towards me with God knows what swimming in his eyes.

Sheesh

I don't want to be played like that red head.

'Your full name?', he asked while biting his lower lip.

'Cassandra White.', I managed while looking at his tie.

I couldn't help to look up in his eyes.

Something's not good. I can smell it.

'Ms.White!', he whispered.

He kissed his teeth and I looked up at his ablazed eyes.
'Didn't your boss tell you not to come to me in those short dresses?', he whispered oh so dangerously in my ear and I shuddered with fear.

'Knowing the fact that you just witnessed a toy right outside my office won't make it difficult for you to understand it. Or would it?', he murmured all the while chewing on his lower lip.

I shook my head.

'Good. Thank you Ms.White, you can take leave.', he nodded and gave me a sadistic smile that didn't reach his eyes.

I was oh so grateful to have my leave and practically ran out from his office for my life.

I was heaving by the time I reached my table. I opened my water bottle and gulped down its content.

'What took you so long?', he roared and I jumped.

Ohh its Zaid.

'Uhh.. he.. umm.. was busy.', I managed and rested my butt against my table.

Shit
My heart was hammering like a lunatic against my ribcage.

'So what? You just had to give him the file and come back. We have work here.', he murmured while signaling me to follow him inside his office.

It was same.
like that of Musa.
Just with the addition of chandelier above us whereas Musa tends to live in darkness.

I sighed.

'I told you he was busy.', I said while looking at him.

'With what?', he looked exasperated.

Umm
Should I tell him?

He looked at me waiting for an answer and I just shrugged.

He frowned and soon realization washed over his features. He walked towards the glass wall and linked his forehead with it.

'Brunette?', he asked in a small voice and I knew what he meant.

'Red head', I said and he sighed.

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