SLAVE OF THE HEART

Rajab, The Worthy Contender

He woke up to her lying next to him. a lock of her hair was separated from the rest and it lay across his chest.

He sighed, watching her sleep. She looked beautiful, in every single way. He smiled as she arched her back quietly in her sleep, making her end up even closer than before to him.

His loins eagerly responded to that.

For some reason, he thought back to the night she found him with Naimah. As much as that was not supposed to happen, he was glad it did.

It was wrong of him to take her virginity like that. However, she was in love with the old him, the helpless guy who needed a woman in his life.

The new him only needed Vasheronne.

The old him had been coming out since the day he kissed her, after which he kissed Vasheronne. He used to be a jerk, his sole mission in life was to hurt people and that is how he ended up gladly spying.

~Flashback~
"I... I..." Naimah whispered when he followed her away from the rest. She looked amazing. She had grown up so fast, he had never really noticed.

"Naimah," he whispered quietly, "I know you are not over me. I also know you want to forget me because I am your cousin's to-be betrothed."

She wiped her tears without him noticing her.

"Are you ok..."

"I am fine!" she snapped, losing her cool. "She is supposed to marry you, and i am happy you love her but..." she always knew  how and what to say. For some reason words failed her, making him grab her and jerk around in his arms.

"Naimah..."

"Just... leave me alone!"

"Are you gonna let me chill or not?" he asked. She shook her head.

"You don't get to decide which part of me you want, and which one you need!" she turned to go, but he stopped her from going by grabbing her hand.

He was so strong, she almost lost her breath. She stumbled towards him and he wasted no time in pushing her against a wall.

"I want you... now," he muttered. She shook her head.

"No Ray, I told you once," her voice had dropped, "that i may be in love with you, even when i know its hopeless..." His hands skimmed down hers, making her quite uncomfortable.

"Wanna go upstairs and make out?" he asked against her ear as he pressed his body against hers to stop her from leaving. It worked.

"No... we can't..."

"You just got to believe me. I love you with all my heart but i am not going up with you, or so..." he interrupted her with a very spontaneous kiss that set their bodies on fire.

"You were saying...?" he asked quietly as he broke away.

"Just shut up and kiss me!" she said, and he did exactly that. One this time that led to the rest of the events that the twins saw for themselves.

~End of Flashback~

It had always mattered. Naimah was his angel... wait, she used to be his angel.

He ruined her.

He didn't want to do that to Vasheronne. He just couldn't.

Feeling guilty, he got up and called a florist. He ordered for a huge bouquet of flowers and asked for a certain design. The guy was the royal florist, so no paps.