The Best Friend of the Bride (COMPLETED)

Chapter Eleven

Samaira was enthralled by the vision in front of her eyes. Yes, she had been living in New York for a while, she had even visited its most prominent attractions, but this was different. Surreal. She had thought that her hotel flaunted New York's finest architectural specimens like no other. But she couldn't have been more wrong. Standing right here, in the NY Sparkle Hotel, she was left speechless, looking out of the 60th floor office of its owner. Now she knew why this was named the Sparkle.

All of a sudden, she felt strong arms twist her and she was being cradled against someone's rock hard chest. An extremely familiar one. A unique sensation ran through her, tingling all the way to the tiniest capillaries that led to her toes. Shocked, she couldn't even open her mouth to let out the blood curling scream that was building somewhere inside her bosom. The funny feeling had paralyzed her to such an extent that all she could move were her eyeballs. So that's what she did.

There he stood, holding her steadily in his arms. The same face that had been running through her mind all day and night; the one she longed to see again and again. Those grey eyes - they looked down at her with such a tender expression, that her heart stopped. The curly black hair looked so sexy on him and he even had a bit of a beard, making him look even more appealing than she could've ever imagined. His lips - the pinkest ones she had seen. She forgot about everything at that moment; the hurt, betrayal, heartbreak and hatred, all lay aside. Everything she had felt for him before the last week had elapsed was back on her mind. All she could think about was how perfect this felt.

He lowered his gaze, bringing their foreheads together. Barely an inch stood between their lips. "I'm going to kiss you," he said, looking straight into her wide brown eyes.

It wasn't a question. He wasn't asking for permission. Even if he would have, she wouldn't have resisted. It was a statement, a warning. She couldn't have backed off encircled in the steely grip even if she wanted to. But she didn't want to let go even if she had the chance. This is where she wanted to be.

The tension between them increased as he got his lips closer to where hers were, ready and awaiting the feel of him. Brushing against her lower lip, he mumbled, "So beautiful. I've been waiting for this moment since the moment I laid my eyes on you."

Something flickered in her eyes.

Need. Want.

As if on cue, he went the distance and claimed her lips on his. He gave her the tiniest of pecks that he could while taking his fill. And at that moment, the world stilled. Her suspended heart resurged with frantic energy, beating so fast that she thought it would blast out of her chest. The latent hormones did what they did best - they literally took her breath away.

She was so drowned in the surge of emotions that she experienced from the small peck on her lips that she didn't even realise when she lost all feeling in her limbs and he pulled her closer and steadied her, shifting all her weight on him.

He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, seeking permission to continue on this dangerous path. She was bowled over after his brief touch, her heart pained for more. Never had she experienced a kiss like this. This is what a first kiss should feel like, she thought. A flicker of irritation surged through her. Why had he stopped?? This felt so right.

Satisfied with what he saw, he pulled her onto him again and claimed her more fervently this time. As the kiss deepened, the electricity grew by leaps and bounds. With each second that passed, the feeling grew stronger till at one point she felt that she was sinking in wave after wave of sparks. She could've combusted any second.

As she grew more comfortable, her hands made their way to his hair on their own accord and she felt his hands do enticing things to her back. She kissed him back with such passion and vehemence that she was surprised by her own deeds.

Pulling back for air, they both stared into each other's desire filled eyes and breathed deeply. She needed him again. Tugging his face to hers again, she initiated their third kiss, slow and steady this time. This is what she had been missing out in the last two weeks. This is what she wanted, needed, desired. Thoughts of this had been driving her crazy. She put every last bit of emotion she had left in her body into the kiss.

His hands found their way to the back of her shirt. Just as he was about to lift it up and slip his hands inside them, they heard a faint knock in the background.

Startled, they looked first towards each other and then at the door.

Aryan sheepishly looked up at her muttering a sorry and straightened her clothes a bit. Finding his voice, he gave a clear command, "Come in." He led her to the table and sat across from her, as his father's assistant made his way to the desk and placed an assortment of dishes in front of them. Thanking her, he smiled as he looked up at the girl in front of him again.

And that's when she saw it - the red lipstick mark on his cheek. So near what she had kissed a few seconds ago. Anger flooded through her as she got up and slapped him right over the stain left over from the lipstick.

All the buried feelings came back to her. So he'd done it again. He had kissed another girl, that too right before making out with her. Images of what had happened at the airport flickered through her brain constantly causing the tears to spill.

Did the secretary's red lips have anything to do with him? Or was it some other girl? The same one from the airport? Or a third girl altogether? That's all she could wonder.