My Spicy Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 5

'I never gave you any false signal.', he muttered.

Tears brimmed in my eyes but I kept them at bay.

'I'm not threatening but you're really compelling me to do that.', he said impassively.

How could he be so heartless?
My feelings were true for him.

Yes I did.
I did it today.
I confessed my feelings for him today. I thought may be I should give it a try.

I was ready for this.
For his rejection.
But why does it hurt like a bitch gnawing my heart..?

We were out on a lunch meeting. It proved successful and he looked happy. He even bought me an ice cream as we strolled along the shore.

He looked free of all worries.
His tie flailing, hair all over the place, making him look so handsome with a light stubble. He seemed way too sophisticated for a shore-walk in his three-piece suit, looking hot as hell and illegal too.

He was really taken aback by my confession. His eyes bulged out of its sockets and he gaped at me as if I had sprouted horns.

He looked around for good ten minutes then shook his head.

'Let's head back.', he said impassively and he kept shut the whole ride back to the office until we reached.

'You're not going to say that again.', he said giving me a soft look as if admonishing a child to not touch any more candies.

I'm not a child.

I dashed out of his office and sluggishly went inside the restroom to give access to my tears.

I wept silently and hugged my convulsing body.

Then why do you care?
If you don't love me then why?
Why do you keep hiding me from other men?
Why would you save me from that God damned drunk men in parking lot?
Isn't it love?

I was a coward.
A bloody coward who just couldn't pluck up the courage to spat these things on his face.

I wept until my eyes stung like bitchy-bee.

Spalshing cold water on my face, I sashayed out and settled on my chair, all ready to drown myself in work.

It was around five when I saw cringe-worthy legs in my peripheral vision. My gaze shot up only to find a very much known red head smirking at me.

I raised my brow at her.

What did she want?
Musa was in Qatar. And Zaid wouldn't entertain her.
So not needed.

'Hey blondie!', she said in her fake sweet voice.

Is she charming me?
Coz it's not working?
And hell it would never work out.
I'm really not into lesbians. I'm better off straight.

The clock chimed five and that was my call to leave. I packed my bag and that's when I felt someone touching my hair.

I sprang up from where I was branched.
How dare she?

'What the hell?', I shrieked.

'Whoa you're jumpy.', she laughed.

I rolled my eyes and started locking my drawers.

'That real?', she again touched my hair and I slapped her hand away.

'Keep your hands to yourself.', I spat and locked the last drawer.

'Bitch.', I muttered under my breath.

Zaid came out of his space and halted at the horrendous sight. His gaze found mine and he raised one brow.
As if I care.

I stood up and strode towards the elevators. I heard him jerking his door lock and sighed.

'Hey!'

I jumped and turned to find that red head smiling at me.
Is she crazy?
Can't she see I'm avoiding her?

I was already mentally tensed after hearing Zaid's rejection and here she was inviting me in her lesbian world.

Fu**

'Is Zaid good in bed?', she asked in a low whisper and I blanched.

'How would I know?', I whispered and saw him behind her sauntering in our way.

'Come on. We can share. Just for tonight. What say?', she winked and I grimaced.

'Fu** yourself!', I spat in her face and pressed the button.

I turned back again and saw Zaid lurking in distance while giving that red head stolen glances.

'Hey!', she chimed at him and I seethed.

'Julia.', I heard his deep voice.

Ohh so he knows her name.

I turned again to find her smiling up at him while batting her heavily coated lashes.

Bitch.
Pure bitch.

'I need to go.', he murmured and stepped beside me.

The doors slid open and I jumped inside to get rid of the nuisance. But guess what? She stepped in too.

That was one hell of a painful ride of my life.

'How's work?', she asked and he grunted something incoherent.

'Ohh wow. You must be tired..', she said and licked her lips.

Fu**
She's way too horny.
I could see her protruding nipples from her sheer short dress that barely reached thigh.

The ride suddenly became hot.
Her sexual tension
My broken heart
And his...

Dick?
I guess.

I hoped for the doors to open because if another second ticked by then we'd make a huge headline tomorrow of getting into a threesome.

I quickly dashed out into the lobby as soon as the doors slid open.
Cacaphony of lobby welcomed me warmly and I sighed. I didn't dare a glance behind me coz I dreaded.

I would've died if I found him shoving his tongue down her throat.

I ran towards my car and ignited the engine.

Wait?

No

Seriously wait...

He lives up in his penthouse. Then why would he ride down with two mentally stricken women...

Oh my sweet God...

He had been doing this for a while now.

Not just today.
And that's when I found him talking with his chauffeur beside his car all the while looking at me.

Fu**

Even Oscar award wouldn't justify his facade. Vicious lamb.
He lives up there yet he comes down to make sure that I've safely reached my car.
Coz down here in the parking lot.
It wasn't safe enough.

A small smile crept on my lips and I locked my gaze with his.
He tore it and looked around.

No matter how much you deny it Zaid, I know deep down in that heart of yours, I've managed to make a space of my own

Such a charmer.

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