Resisting A Cocky Billionaire

Chapter 43

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Chapter 43: Shave while you still can.

Aisha's POV

I was sitting on the island sipping black coffee. It's bitter but so is my heart right now. Latte with cinnamon and extra cream would always be my favourite, but for some unexplained reason, I craved black coffee. I tuck my hair behind my ear, letting it fall on my shoulder as I sipped the hot coffee completely avoiding his creepy look.

One can easily notice his eyes eating me as he took glances at me for the past few minutes. If he's trying to get me to talk, he's obviously crazy. For now I had no intention of forgiving him.

"Aisha?" He says softly, stupidly reminding me of how sweet his husky voice is.

From the side of my eyes, I see him staring at me as if expecting me to turn around or at least acknowledge his presence. He goes ahead and speaks when I don't say a word. "You're mad at me, I don't blame you. I know I'm not getting any forgiveness from you but please talk to me. It's making me go insane. Please, I really am sorry for everything."

I'm glad he knows I'm mad and disappointed in him. I can't forgive him nor talk to him. I know the moment I say a nice word to him, I would lose the wall I'm trying so hard to complete. I would have no choice but to forgive and trust him, that, I wasn't planning on doing anytime soon. After drinking my coffee in haste, I get up and find my way to the parlour, leaving him to his own thoughts.

"It's been five days already, please." He pleads, trailing behind me. It's been five days of my torture and I strangely wasn't satisfied. It felt good but not great. I don't want more than his pleadings and apologies. I want his regret. Every pain that coursed through my veins, every tear that kept me awake for the past months he hurt me. I can't say that there weren't good and sweet times, times of love, affection, laughter, happiness and care. But the scars the pains left overshadowed the happiness that I strangely missed.

I missed him by my side, his woody sweet manly smell that filled my nose, his strong arms that held me against his firm, hard chest in protection and those beautiful lips of his that curled into a smile. I longed to brush his raven black smooth hair against my hand that fell on his face as it slides through my little fingers. Life wasn't fair sometimes, it keeps pushing you towards the one person you don't want to love, towards the person whose blade pierced the deepest. I love him a lot, I still do but he hurt me so much that I hated him. But that is a lie because I know that I can never hate him. Perhaps he knew, that's why he kept doing it over and over.

I know I promised his mum that I would take care of him, that I would be there for him forever. I'm starting to doubt if I can.

I badly wanted to tear down and cry the pains away but if I want to succeed, I would have to stay strong and avoid him at all costs.

I didn't notice how close he's to me till I look to my left, our eyes mere inches away. I didn't pull away, I couldn't. His nose grazes mine as he comes forward. I terribly want to lean in. His eyes doesn't leave mine for a second and I decided to do the same. But I know that the longer I stay that way, the more control over this fragile heart of mine I would lose and seal the distance. So I did the best I could to turn away and push him.

Unfortunately, my best wasn't enough.

In seconds, he kisses me. His soft lips greedily taking mine in him. His hand goes to my waist to bring me closer and I subconsciously run my fingers through his smooth hair as I deepen it.

What am I doing? I wanted more, it was way too sweet to pull away.

As quickly as our kiss deepens, I push him away hardly and watch him stumble on the marble floor.