FLAWED SOULS

CHAPTER 15: COLD HARD LOVE

Chapter dedicated to hidayarh_

"...And when you give it all to me, you give your all coz all that I give in return is cold, hard love..."

~Tory Lanez--- Cold, hard love

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Her eyes were focused outside the window as she leaned back on her seat. The view wasn't anything special as they were yet to take-off, just people boarding.
It was few seconds before they took-off when she heard a deep voice say irritatedly, "you're in my seat."

She was aware of that fact but she didn't care, he should take the other seat.

"No I'm not." She replied monotonous.

"This is why I hate flying commercial." She heard him mutter under his breath and she snapped her head towards him, her breath hitched in her throat... The man was breathtaking.

The sharp reply she had for him turned to a slight stutter, "ee...excuse me?"

He ignored her and settled down on the seat that was supposed to be hers. From her side eye she studied him, his somewhat bushy eyebrow was perfectly arched, his nose crooked but it didn't serve as a flaw and his lips, oh God! His lower lip was a shy shade of pink and it complimented his dark skin. His dark skin shone, like all those rich people glowing dark skin and his beards? the sideburns? Just wow.

He turned and almost caught her staring but she quickly averted her gaze to the magazine on her laps, she'd gotten it at the stand in front of the airport, she always got a magazine whenever she was travelling, she didn't like reading actually but magazines were different, the had juicy gossips and news about fashion and latest trends, now that was interesting.

But the man beside her was screaming, could someone please tell him to shut the hell up and why was he even having a conversation? Haven't they all been told to turn off their phones and similar gadgets?

He was having a video call and was on ear-piece, maybe that was why he hadn't realize he had shouted.
She took a peek at his laptop screen, some men in suits were huddled together around a big table and it seemed they were in a meeting. She was sure the man next to her was somewhat important, maybe that was why he'd complained about flying commercial.

"It's not a problem, he doesn't have to know. Didn't I say I'll handle it?" His tone was yet again irritated and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, bossy pretty much.

He listened in some more and his expresion was looking furious by the minute, she hoped he wouldn't scream and get the attention of any of the flight attendants, but maybe he should so they'd stop him from using his laptop ergo cease the screaming.

"We won't lose the contract and tell her to stop putting her nose in my business, dammit!"

She flinched at his shouting and she saw a few people give him distasteful glance.

Yanking the earpiece from his ear, "you are shouting."

He glared at her, "thank you, I almost didn't notice" He replied sarcastically.

"Well then stop it."

He put his earpiece back on and turned to the laptop screen, "sorry for that. Look guys, can we reschedule this? We'll talk more when I arrive, I did insist we have this meeting when I land and we'll all talk in person."

Amirah quit listening in and focus back on the magazine.

They arrived Lagos six minuted past 7pm, Amirah stood outside looking around for Muhammad. She dipped her hand into her handbag for her phone, why was he late? Was this how to impress her? By keeping her waiting?
She dialed his phone and it rang without answer.