Do You Trust Me?

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Amaan

After spending almost £800 in a restaurant on silly food that, I'm not going to lie, tasted amazing, we walked towards Louis Vuitton. Laylah was like royalty. Everybody was amazed with her, they knew her name and I swear I saw a few girls take her picture. Just like in the restaurant, the manager at LV came personally to help Laylah with what she wanted. "Cher, I know what I need. I need two of the Alma BB bags, one in the colour Saphir and one in Jaune d'or." Laylah said. I'm pretty sure those last few words were French. "Of course, have a seat, I'll send you a herbal tea, just the way you like it." the manager said to her, ignoring me. " No need, I've just had lunch." Laylah said walking off towards some wallets.

I looked around, almost all the bags and wallets in this store had the same colours and designs, a deep brown colour with a lighter shade of brown branding. On a closer look, I realised a small wallet cost around £400. How much would a bag cost!

The manager bought out the bags already packed in these amazing classy boxes with ribbons on them. "Actually, can I get one more in the colour Saphir, a friend of mine is getting engaged, it'd be a nice present" Laylah said to the manager. The total amount for three bags came to £40,000. I was stunned, I fail to understand why someone would pay so much for just a bag. I could buy a whole gym with equipment with that amount of money.

The manager handed held out the bags and looked at Laylah. Laylah looked at me and smiled before walking off. Well that was rude, I'm her bodyguard not her servant I thought, taking the bags. "Laylah, listen. I'm not your servant, I'm your bodyguard" I said a bit annoyed, pulling her arm, turning her to face me. "I didn't tell you to carry them, did I?" She asks innocently. Technically she didn't. "But.." She cut me off. "You should have left them there" She said innocently and was about to walk on. I pull her arm back towards me again. "What, you just spent so much money on them, just to leave them there?" I asked confused. "No, they would have delivered them home to me." She said, pulling her arm out of my grip. "And please, do not touch me." She said and walked off. Well, that makes me look like an idiot.

After spending around £120,000 Laylah decided it was time to go home. I couldn't for the life of me understand why she spent this much money. I've always seen her using the same bag even though she had too many to count, and the jewellery she bought from Chanel, didn't seem like her type. In fact, now it seemed like she just bought it just for the heck of it.

Laylah walks into the mansion without acknowledging me or picking up her shopping bags. I'm not sure what to do. As I'm about to open the boot I hear Umer's voice. "Somebody has spent some money, I hope you bought yourself a nice bag or a good pair of heels Amaan" He jokes. "Don't worry, I'll get Asifa Apa to collect the things and take them to Laylah." He say calling for Ali Baba's daughter.

"Oh Amaan, could you please stay the night, Arfan's wife isn't well so he had to leave and we need one more set of eyes and hands for safety." He says. "Sure" I say. My stomach rumbles and Umer laughs at me. "Ali Baba has made his infamous Meat pilou, come, dono bhai mazay se khainge (both of us will eat it)." He says and ushers me inside.

I don't see Laylah all evening. I decide to catch up on Ertugrul. "I didn't know you were a fan" Umer says jumping on the sofa. It was weird seeing him in causal clothes and not in his suits. "I didn't know about it until a few weeks ago, now I can't stop watching it. I don't actually have Netflix so can only watch it here." "Take the login details and download the app to your phone" Umer suggests.

"Sophia is getting engaged to Yusuf on the weekend" Umer reminds me. "You grew up with him" He looks at me. It was more a question than a statement. "Yes, we went to school together then college and then he was in the Marines with me for a few months before he came back home." I explained.

"He is a good guy, I'm did a through search on him and he came clean when I hired him" Umer said looking at me. "Do you screen all your employees" I ask. Do I really want to know what he found about me? "Yes, I do. I need to know the people I have around me, I need to know if they can be trusted." He looks at me and smiles, turning his attention back to his phone.

As I get into the shower my thoughts flicker to the brown-haired beauty, I managed to piss off today. My mind baffled and confused about her. Is she the innocent, kind-hearted girl I've known for these past few weeks or was what she showed me today a reality?

Umer didn't seem to think anything was out of the ordinary when Laylah got back from shopping. "Urgh" I moan frustrated. I change into a pair of grey sweatpants and change my mind about wearing a t-shirt. I jump on the bed and lie down on my front. Realising I have uni tomorrow and will have to put up with Hamza trying to flirt with Laylah, I bury my face into a pillow.

I slowly fall into a deep sleep until I am awakened with Laylah's screams and cries. Shit. Does this shit happen to her every night I think to myself? I get off the bed quickly and walk towards her bedroom and barge in. I sit on her bed and grab both her arms. I remember what she said to me earlier about not touching her and then take my hands off her. "Amaan" She whispers out through her cries. My heart clenches and I want to hold her.

Princess, Baby, I can't touch you, you told me not to, I say to myself. She puts her arms around me and pulls herself into my lap. I feel how erratic her heartbeat is. What did that bastard do to her for her to act like this? If I get my hands on that Mirza, I will kill that fucking bastard. After a few seconds I feel some of her tears fall onto my neck and shoulders. I just realised I forgot to wear a shirt and that I was naked from the waist up.

After a few minutes, I feel Laylah relaxing and her heart rate coming back to normal. I put my nose in the crook of her neck, which was covered by her soft brown hair. She smells nice, like vanilla and something sweet, like roses and a nice summer's day. She smelt like home and forever. I wanted this moment to never be over. She was safe in my arms. She felt perfect, she fit with me perfectly. Suddenly my heartbeat started picking up. Her smell and closeness making me horny, I had to get out of her room, I had to move her away from me before I did something, I wouldn't regret doing, but she would hate me for it.

Before I could do anything, she removed her hands and opened her bedside drawer. I watched her take out her phone and slide it open. The light making her eyes squint. She opened up YouTube and played a Surah and I recognised it as Ar-Rahman. She paused it and looked up at me and smiled "Thank you, but can you leave now" She looked back down and pressed play before pulling the covers up to her shoulders. She wanted her privacy and I needed to get out and have a cold shower and sleep.

I got in another few hours if sleep. After a quick workout session, I quickly showered and got ready and ran down the stairs towards the kitchen. To my surprise Laylah was already there. Hair in a braid, she was wearing an apron and was flipping what looked like pancakes. She looked beautiful as she did every day, but the shadows under her eyes told a different story, a story of nightmares and demons.

I walked towards her and sat down on the stool. "I'm sorry for yesterday" We both said at once, looking at each other. She giggled and pushed a plate full of pancakes towards me. "Wait!" She shouted quickly. I looked up a little shocked and hands up by my ears. "I need to add some fruit, chocolate sauce and some cream." I smiled at her innocence. My Laylah was back.

"Listen", she said as she placed two cups of coffee on the counter. "mhmm" was all I could manage as I stuffed the yummy pancakes into my mouth. "Lets bunk Uni for one day, I want to show you the real Laylah Ali Mansha" she said smiling towards me. Did I want to meet the real Laylah? I liked the one I know, the ine who made these delicious pancakes for me. I only wanted to know the Laylah that smiles and makes everything perfect.

But I guess bunking Uni would mean She wouldn't see Hamza, so that's a plus. "Sure, just, don't tell your brother" I said and smiled at her. This girl was confusing me to the max, and I didn't know if I was loving it or hating it.

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