Amayra
That fucking Eisha just rushed and hugged him as if she was a Bollywood heroine in a mustard field. My blood started blotching when she was pressed against his body, her fucking arms around him. I felt like to twist and break her hands right there.
I clutched my fists to control my anger, showering fire towards them.
"Aahh", Daniel hissed, driving his hand away. "Why the hell are you digging such long nails?"
I came in sense and pushed him, getting towards the counter again.
"No! Amayra! Don't drink. Don't", I screamed at myself as my eyes immediately shifted towards them. He held her arms, parting her away as I shrugged off.
"Fuck! So here he is partying with his so-called girlfriend after ditching me like this? Too good Abraham Harris!", I blurted out as Daniel came next to me.
"Jealous?", he chuckled.
"Just fuck off!", I screamed at him.
"Take a drink. You'd feel better"
"I'm n
Amayra He got unconscious, resting his head on my chest, his hands wrapped around my torso tightly. "Abraham!", I called him in a soft tone. He didn't respond. I dipped my fingers into his deep hairs and caressed them. The weight and heat of his body were something I craved. I sensed a smile on my face while looking at him. I never knew his drunk version would be so cuter and so childish. I was enjoying the view of his face, tracing my palm on his cheek. His beards looked messy. Maybe he didn't even trim for a long time but I loved the feeling when his sharp beards pinned my skin. Both hands were nuzzling him as I heard the sound of the door. "Ahan!", Daniel snapped inside as I got a bit unprepared. He smirked at me. "My would-be wife is busy babysitting her fuck mate? How should I react by the way?", he settled himself on the couch, looking straight at me. I rechecked our position. Abraham's entire body was rested on
Abraham "You must be kidding me, Roven", I husked, my head ached in distress as I settled myself in my cabin. "That's true, Sir", his voice shook in fear. "Our database is leaked by someone. And all our clients are no longer feeling safe to work with us. My fucking brain had stopped working. When I was busy cleaning the mess of the underworld, someone was betraying me in my own company. It had been 15 years since I was running this tobacco company and I hardly came across a traitor. I wondered who the black sheep would be. However, before that, it was very much important for me to get things to go right. I immediately tried to reach all my clients and businesses partners who had been collaborating with us for more than a decade. Unfortunately enough, all of them turned me down, saying that they didn't feel safe with us with their information. And gradually till the end of the day, I had lost almost all the contracts I had at present w
Amayra Amayra! I heard his voice calling me desperately. His voice filled with distress and a little bit of nervousness. Ah! I couldn't stop drooling over his thick husky voice, especially whenever he took my name. My name never seemed so much sexier to me the way it sounded in his voice. "Amayra!", his voice became a bit rough now. He must be too much pissed on me which he never was. I got up from the chair, leaving the beer bottle aside. My head felt heavy. I wasn't drunk but I was feeling much tipsy. Pulling out my phone I called him again. His phone rang, he picked it up in no time. "Where are you?", he husked. I heard his voice in both ways and smirked. "You're always too desperate to watch over me, Abraham. I won't lie. I'm more desperate than you", I rasped, biting my bottom lip. It was fun to seduce him when he was pissed. I wanted to his face, his body posture when he would try not to get seduced and piss on m
Abraham "Where were you? I had been calling you for the last two hours. How can you disappear like this?", as I rushed towards my wagon, Angela ranted along with Victor. "Boss! Are you hearing us?", Victor scoffed. I reached my wagon and slammed the door behind. Closing my eyes I took a few moments to understand what the fuck had just happened in my life in just twelve hours. It was midnight when I pushed myself on the bed, still holding the agreement. I hadn't read a single line. I didn't know what Amayra wanted. That agreement had nothing to do with her revenge. How could she seek revenge from me by making me her submissive? I was already destroyed. Within a couple of hours, I had a loss of billions. What else had left? She got what she wanted. Then why did she even want to return everything through this agreement? I used to crack Amayra's every movement so well but today I was so confused by her actions. She was pulling me
Amayra Amayra! I felt the dampness of my pillow as I heard dada calling me and I realised that my tears were all over the pillow. I was again crying for that jerk to whom I meant nothing. He again proved it today. I wiped my tears and strived to get up from the bed but my head was heavy. I was drinking continuously for a week which was not at all good for me. However, I couldn't stop that. It felt like I fucking needed an addiction to forget one. Rubbing my eyes, I reached the hall where dada and Daniel were seated. It was midnight and I was confused to find dada and Daniel together. "I hope you were not sleeping", Daniel said. "It's midnight. I was about to. What brings you here?", I asked, holding my head. "Are you drunk?", dada shrugged. "I just had a few pegs. I'm not drunk", I muffled. "Amu! I'm watching you. You're being a drunkard now. Stop getting yourself in it", he scowled at me.
Amayra I could see his breathings go fast. That was what I wanted. He would have to beg to touch me as I did earlier. Our eyes met. I could sense the burning desire in his eyes when I slid my foot through his torso seductively. "Well", my foot rested on his knee. "Wear me my sandals" He lifted my sandal without wasting a single second and gripped my ankle, wearing me the sandal. His fingertips roamed around my ankle while I was staring at him. I wanted to see the disgust on his face when I would order something like that for him. However, he proved it wrong every time. Abraham Harris was something different from all other men I heard of. It seemed to be so normal for him to go on his knees for or even holding my sandal. How would I even torture him mentally? Because nothing affected him. My mind stopped working when he lifted his eyes to look at me. Our eyes connected as I signed him to come closer to me with my index
Amayra He peered into my eyes with a smile on his face. I felt my inner surface burning when his intense gaze stumbled upon me. "Obviously, it was written in the agreement", I gave him a light push and drove my eyes away from him as he stood straight. "Fair enough. By the way, what kind of PA you need?", he asked. "There's no discrimination. Just get me one", I said. "Who can tolerate your tantrum", he mumbled. "Excuse me?", I blurted out. "What did you say?" "Ha? Nothing", he rolled his eyes while faking a laugh. "Huh! You said I throw tantrums", I scowled at him. "You don't???", he raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean? When did I throw tantrums? No one ever said that", I frowned at him. "Because you never threw tantrums before them", he sighed. "I am the only victim" "You........", before I could say something, there was a knock on the door. "Saved for now. Come in!",
The door was open. As I got inside, Amayra immediately rushed to me. I was getting ready for another round of encounter with her. But to my shock, she just paused looking at me and rolled her eyes all around me as if she was looking for something. "What happened?", I asked. She said nothing and turned me around, yanking my arms and traced her hands all over me. "Amayra, what are you searching for?" She came in front of me again, her distress filled eyes were still roaming across me. Suddenly, her eyes popped out. "What's this blood?", she asked in a trembling tone and gaped at me, yanking my arm. There were bloodstains of Josh on my shirt. "How...did...it.....", her voice almost choked. "It's someone's. I just shot..... Not mine", I told her. She still looked too nervous. "Are you okay?", I tried to cup her face but she nudged my hands. "Y...yes. Didn't I tell you not to go?", she said in a calm voice. "It was urgent. You can a