LOVE TRIALS

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Amaan Raza could hardly concentrate with her and Manuel sitting in his meeting room especially when he knew they shared a history- long history. The kind Amaan could only imagine sharing with her, Miraan had very kindly reprised him of it after he had approved him for hiring.

Naturally, he had been pissed off, it was a contained word for what he felt when he had ended up employing the same person who shared Yara's rooms and learnt that he had no solid grounds on which he could fire him.

He felt cheated, betrayed. He was positively livid when Manuel had shown his ordinary face on time, on the first day of his appointment. He had waited when he was told to wait and he had redone his tasks in the following weeks at Amaan's whim, he had the audacity to overperform- outshine, every time.

Manuel interrupted for the umpteenth time and Amaan had enough of him squabbling for Yara's attention. It was his- hers, he corrected himself. Hers, alone to give to whomever she wished and he was the top contender for the special spot, he wouldn't allow anyone to take it from him.

It didn't matter he didn't have the freedom to appreciate or reciprocate it.

"I am getting to it, Señor Manuel," Yaritza said, giving a tight smile to her ex-boyfriend, now friend who was still bitter about their breakup and didn't let his teasing take a day off.

"There will be no more questioning," Amaan said once Yaritza was done answering Manuel's lame question.

"But-"

"Senorita Ferrar will take questions towards the end of the meeting," He said in an authoritative voice, it left no room for an argument or a discussion.

Hamza gave her singular nod," Please continue."

His lips curved in a small smile hidden behind the fist on his mouth as she threw a grateful smile at him.

The meeting eventually came to end, Amaan was relieved it had come to an end before his fist connected with Manuel's face who had spent the entirety of four hours making googly eyes at Yaritza.

He took a deep breath, reigning his anger.

He turned in his chair, only for his face to level with her petite waist as she casually gathered some sheets of paper and closed her laptop. He hadn't realized how close she stood to him until he wished to place his hands on the belt cinched around her waist and pull-

He abruptly rose to his feet, ignoring their close proximity and nearly gave her a scare in the process.

"You scared me," She exclaimed putting a hand over her jumpy heart.

"Are you okay?" She caught herself before her hand landed on his cheek and she pulled it down to her side.

No.

Keep away from him, she reminded herself as he gazed at her, unflinchingly. He didn't say anything. She didn't know if he had blinked or not.

She deserted the papers and her laptop"Do I-I have something on my face, Amaan?" She asked, lowly, touching her face, smoothing her hair.

Amaan gulped, pulling her attention to the ripples in his throat. He felt his heartbeat rise when her eyes caressed his lips, she pulled her lips inside her mouth.