My Only Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 18

BONUS CHAPTER
Only for Farhat_Fatima

I kept my phone switched off for the whole day coz his texts were getting quite obnoxious.

'Where the fu** is your phone?', he roared while shutting the door harshly.

Now what is should I tell him?
That I was being followed by none other than the red head that he nearly punched to death.

'Its battery has died.'

'You aren't given it to keep it off all the time.', he mumbled and dashed inside the bathroom.

I sighed laid back only to be engulfed by him later on.
My happy times.

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'Are you out of your mind?'

'Yeah I think you're right.', he mumbled while scratching his head.

I stood up to leave him but he was way too tenacious. He followed me up to the library and I ignored as if he never existed in my life.

'I'll wait for you.', he said.

'Don't. It's useless!', I said harshly while taking hold of my bag.

'Look I'm sorry about what I did. I was drunk for Christ's sake!', he exclaimed.

'I don't wanna see your face.', I pushed past him but he was one determined bast***.

He jumped in front of me and I couldn't help but sigh.

'What do you want?'

'You!', he said and I closed my eyes out of exasperation.

'You can't!', I exclaimed with fury.

'Why not? We both are young and perfect for each other.', he said looking around him with a genuine smile.

'Shut up!'

I tried to get past him, but being bigger than me he held my way again.

'Look Ayla! I really don't know what it is. But I really can't help it. And it's amazing....', he paused and I rubbed my nose thinking that my man must be waiting out there.

'I need to go.'

'No wait! I just want you to know that I really like you. And I think you like me too...', he said while blushing beetroot while gaped up at him at his stupidity.

'Well! I don't and I've got to go.'

I said and tried to walk away but my breath hitched when I saw my man staring at us from afar with his shades.
His glare strained through it, shrinking my soul into a cold pit.

What the fu**

I ran past that moronic soul and heaved a sigh when I transpired the main gate.
His lips set in a thin line promised a huge outburst.

He took hold of his driver's seat and I quickly hopped in the passenger one. We drove in silence and I knew his mood was sour.

He didn't unlock the door instead glared at the road ahead of us while I waited when we reached the plaza. A sudden sharp turn took me by surprise and moments later we were in the garage.

He got out of the car and I knew I had to absorb his storm at the condo now.

A crowded elevator soothed my senses a bit but I dreaded the time when we would reach our floor. The doors slid open at our floor and something shattered in the pit of my stomach.

He unlocked the doors and I stepped in, taking my time. What would happen now?

He sauntered towards the kitchen while waited for his storm.
Rot in hell Paul
May you rot in the lowest degree of hell...!