My Spicy Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 7

It was then that I realized that I forgot to put money in my clutch in hurry.

Shit
Why me?

I looked around only to find everyone placing money in their respective envelopes.

I felt his long fingers against my palms and gazed down only to find penny notes.

A small smile crept over my lips and I looked up at him. He was talking to someone beside him.

I enveloped the penny and sighed in relief.
After few more moments, the auction started.
I glanced around getting bored. The hall was full upto the brim.
I liked how people here donated generously for the welfare of society. Especially Zaid.
I was taken aback earlier when he donated his whole property in Aspen.

Musa bickered with him about it and he just shrugged.
'I don't live there.'

'Stay put I'll be back.', he said and stood up.

I scrolled down my phone out of boredom until I felt someone beside me.
I gritted at that caked up face and she faked a smile.

'Hey blondie!', she chimed.

'Julianne!', I managed.

'It's Julia. So? I saw you with Zaid here. Where is he?', she asked looking around.

You're sitting in his place bitch.

'He's gone to meet someone.', I said and looked down at my phone.

'Ohh and who is that someone?', she asked wiggling her brows and I grimaced.

Even her brows seemed fake.

'I don't know.', I transformed my grimace into a forced smile.

'You must keep track of his whereabouts. These men are vicious.', she said while gulping the content of her flask.

What does she want?

I looked around but he was nowhere to be found.

'How's he in bed?', she asked out of the blue and my search halted.

'What?', I whispered.

'Come on don't act so naive. I know you're warming his bed. Besides, who could resist a body like yours.', she whispered and I felt her hand on my thigh to which I yelped that grabbed everyone's attention at the table.

I smiled sheepishly and looked down.

Shit
She's seriously getting on my nerves now.
Who let her in by the way?

Her hand rode up until it reached my inner thigh. And that was my queue. I stood up abruptly and left the table.

Bloody lesbians.

I asked for directions toward the restroom and finally found it.

I looked in the mirror and realized that I never saw mirror ever since my make over.
Wow
That beautician did one hell of a great job.
I loved those smoky eyes that complimented my green orbs.
And that lip color...
I don't even have that color.

That was some cool shade of red.

I mentally praised her and used the restroom.

'Where are you?'

I saw his message.

I washed my hands and straightened my gown. Just according to his taste. With full sleeves.

I came out of the restroom only to find him lurking in the dark alley.

He acknowledged my presence and came towards me.

'I told you to stay put.', he whisper gritted.

His features sharpened under the dimmed lemon light that cascaded over us.

'I'm not a child.'
I suddenly got furious then mentally smacked my head.

'But you're acting like one', he said while pocketing his fists.

What?
What did I do now?

'I was bored.', I stated.
If only he knew what my boredom meant.

'And you use restroom when you get bored.', he grunted.

'Behave.', I pointed my finger and glared at him.

He kissed his teeth and raked a rough hand through his hair that led few strands to fall over his forehead.

'You don't know men here, they're all wolves. Waiting for their prey.', he gestured behind me towards two men that were looking in our direction but quickly acted busy at my glance.

I ducked my head down and followed him back into the hall.

We sat back in our former places and he started chatting with someone beside him.

Who is he talking to?
Ever since we came he was hushing with him..
I scooted forward to have a look and found a handsome face with straight nose and light stubble on his well sculpted face. He registered my glance and his twin blue orbs met mine.

Why is he glaring?

'Yeah meet my PA Ms.White.', Zaid introduced us.

'Ms.White this is Dawood Ibrahim, owner of Ibrahim's Co.'

'Nice to meet you Mr. Ibrahim.', I said and he smiled that didn't reach his eyes.

'And I'm his wife, Hoore.', a beautiful woman smiled at me from beside Dawood.

Wow
She's beautiful.
I stood up to greet her and it was then that it dawned that she was pregnant.

Ohh wow
'Congratulations.', I squealed at the sight.
I don't know, I just have this sweet adoration towards kids and pregnant women.
They are moving with a whole life with in them and I think that they should be appreciated every second.

She giggled.
'You'll have them one day too.', she said warmly and I blushed crimson.

It was then that I found a friend to talk to and Zaid chose to take leave.

'Bye.', I waved at Hoore and she waved back.

Zaid was striding sluggishly and I imitated him too.
We waited for his car and it came faster than my synapse.

We settled inside and I looked past the window.

'How old are you?', I asked without even looking at him.

I looked back at him after few moments of silence. He had a deep frown.

I rested my head against the seat and faced him.

'How old are you?', I asked again and he was back to being his grumpy old self.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

He just wanted me to be his date for the evening. Not more than that.
And here I even decided the names of our kids.

'Up.'

I heard him mumble something and I adjusted my bearings. I took off my seat belt and opened the door.

Not that I expected him to do so. But still if he could open it before for me then why not again.
I shook my head out of frustration and got out of his car.

'Bye.', I muttered.
I turned to have look at his face but it was void of any emotion.

I climbed the stairs and reached my apartment and that's when I heard the purr of his car's engine.

May be he didn't want me as his date only.