~Between our hearts and our desires ~

07.

Khadija.

We eventually pull up the long driveway. And wow is this house big. These people must be seriously loaded. We stop infront of the house and my door opens.

"Welcome Mr and Ms Isaacs. Shall we?" The butler gently takes my hand and escorts me through the front door.

"Shall I take your bag Ms Isaacs?"

"My bag?" He nods.

"Hmmm.....nooo.... you can take my coat though." I quickly remove the coat and hand it over to him, not before checking the pockets of course. You never know with these rich people. They can spoil you all night and steal your things on the down low. I've seen it happen in plenty of movies.

I follow suit behind my father as he seems like he knows where he's going. We walk into this huge room which is supposedly supposed to be the dining room.

"On behalf of the family, we would like to say thank you to everyone who could make it tonight. Please socialise a bit and dinner will be served shortly."

I don't know about socialising but what I do know is that the buffet is looking quit magical itself. Maybe I should go and test a few things. I walk towards the table of appetizers. So many options where do I start.

"You don't look like the type of person that's really interested in these events."

"I'm not actully. This is my first..." I raise my head and turn to the side. I cannot believe it.

"YOU?! What are you doing here?" I whisper yell. He looks just as shocked as I am.

"What do you mean what am I doing here. My parents are the hosts of this event. Are you stalking me or something?"

"Me?! You're the one that is always popping up wherever I am. If you really wanted my attention there's better ways to get it sweety."

"Me? Want your attention? Not only are you blind but you're delusional too. Do you know who I am?"

"No I don't know who you are and I really don't care to know. Oh, and we'll see who's delusional when I reveal to everyone what you did to me and how you've been stalking me."

"What makes you think they'll believe some stranger? A prestigious family like my own would never even think about what you just said. Because I'm never doing the chasing, I'm always the one being chased after. And not to mention you're not really my type. "

"A damsel in distress is always taken pity upon. And not to mention our fathers are business associates so...the ball is kinda in my court. And with a record like yours, trust me, your parents probably know how desperate you are." I give him a devilish smirk.
He slowly walks closer to me and whispers in my ear.

"If you think this is over, it's only getting started baby girl." And then he slowly backs away from me with those deep brown eyes, and that stupid smirk.

*Ting Ting Ting*

"I hope you've all had time to get to know each other better. But it's time for the dinner to begin. Please make your way to your seats."

We both walk towards the big table and look for our names. I eventually find mine and take my seat. The idiot takes his seat and he's right across from me.

Let the games begin.

Dinner has been served. It looks like some type of fancy steak or something. Why's it so small though? I hope they allow us to take doggy bags home, I really don't want to starve tonight."So, this is your daughter Isaacs?" I'm momentarily taken out of my staring contest with my distraught plate of food. And I smile at the stranger talking to my father.

"Yep my beautiful Khadija." He momentarily wraps his arms around my neck in a loving fatherly manner.

"Its a pity her mother couldn't make it tonight. Where is she exactly?" The lady in white ask. I think she's the hostess.

"Her mother passed a few years ago. It really hurt the entire family. And due to those circumstances the entire family separated. But we're forced to move on." I look at him shocked. What the hell is he talking about?

"I'm so sorry, my condolences. How did she pass, if you don't mind me asking?"the woman genuinely looks pitiful. Little does she know my mother is alive and kicking. And my father chooses not to be in contact with the rest of the family.

"Yes father. Remind us what happend exactly on that tragic day. I can't seem to remember it that well. Nor do I recall leaving any of the family members. " I look at him straight in the eye, daring him to answer.

"Let's rather not talk about it. My poor Khadija still suffers a lot of pain from it as you can see. And I really don't want to ruin anybody's night with my sad stories. Right Khadija?" He grips my upper thigh beneath the table and looks me straight in the eye. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that I have to play along with his game or there'll be hell to pay.

"Our apologies. Well this is our son Hakeem very hard working and dedicated to being the very best." Oh so that's the idiots name.

"Wow. Hakeem is such a nice name. What does it mean?" I innocently smile directly at him will taking a bite of the steak.

"Well Miss Isaacs there's a few meanings. Such as wise or sage. Not really sure I'll have to get back to you."

"Oh that's such a lovely meaning. Do you believe that you live up to it Mr Behardien? I mean do you think you make a lot of wise choices?"

He releases what sounds like a giggle. Probably because him and I are the only ones who know about the hidden meaning behind my words.

"Trust me Miss Isaacs I make plenty of wise choices. And if I happen to come across any negative things or people I try my best to sage them out of my life. Unfortunately some people just don't get the message sometimes. You know what I mean?" He finishes his little speech with a laugh.

"Of course some people just can't seem to stay out of my life. They always find a way back into it. You know what I mean?" I give him a toothy grin.

"Have the two of you met before?"his mother asks. Completely oblivious to everything that has happened between us.

"No. No we haven't met at all. Tonight is the first time Mrs Behardien. Why would you think that?"I look towards her with a smile acting completely oblivious.

"No reason. You two sound like you have a lot in common. Maybe we should set-up a brunch for one of these days. How does that sound?"

"We would love to." My father answers almost ecstatically. Don't get me wrong I'd love to there's just one big problem.
Their son.

"Lovely! I'll inform you of the arrangements soon. After this would you guys like to join us in the other room for a dance? Just to end off the night on a positive note."

"Say no more. Lets wrap up this dinner already. I can't wait."
There's a problem though.

I can't stand their son.