Ghazi had been working too damn hard lately and I was seeing less and less of him. Okay maybe I'm just that needy, but I was so horny for him that I waited in my new pair of skimpy briefs and matching baby blue socks that went up to my knees.
I positioned myself on the end of the bed. I was on my back, my head on the edge, my knees bent and sprawled, ready for him. I played on my phone just waiting to greet him by watching gay porn and making myself hard for him. I even got a surprise for him hidden where he least expected. I smiled wickedly when I took a selfie of my current position and sent it to him.
Me: Do you like my new socks?
Ghazi: Fuck, yes. Order more. Get some that reach your thighs.
I grinned before typing back my answer.
Me: Pastels? Or rich sexy colors?
Ghazi: Pastels and nude. I'm on my way back.
I didn't reply to his text. Instead, I ordered more me
I heard him say it last night. Remy said that he loved me. I was pretty sure he was out of it, but still, my body tensed when he said it. And when morning came he appeared like his usual self. Flirty, adorable, while sauntering out of our bedroom with his socks from last night and one of my shirts that barely covered his creamy thighs. God, I remembered how those thighs wrapped around my waist, flexing beautifully as he reached his climax."Ghazi," he kissed my jaw before sneakily grabbing my fresh cup of coffee and taking a big gulp of it. "Ugh...I still can't get used to your coffee.""It's not my coffee, lots of people like double-shot espresso in the morning." I kissed him and felt his bare ass underneath. I groaned when he pressed against my groin. Deepening our kiss, I was fully aware that he was still sore from our last night's debauchery. "You're sore. Be a good boy for me and stop being naughty for a day?""Mmm...you know I'm not good with promising you
After a couple of days of staying at Zal's townhouse, I managed to convince him to let me go back to my place, telling him that I needed to work. He was not happy, but that was easily rectified when I invited him for a sleepover. Well, maybe a cat nap, because he was out the door well in the evening, telling me that he had work to be done, and people to see.Strangely I have no issues with that. Zal was there for me when I needed him, unlike someone that...fuck, I really need to get my head straight. Ghazi was done with me. Zal is interested in me. It should be an easy pick if only my heart would act accordingly.Both Zal and I waited for the cops to come knocking at my door regarding Dion. But there was none and I was half surprised to learn that HR had received a resignation letter from Dion. I can still remember a couple of days ago when Felicity told me what HR told her about Dion. In his resignation letter, the man explained to HR that he would be taking care of a
"Ghazi, I told you we're going to have to wait. I'm trying this new recipe.""Ugh...I'm really not happy about this newfound hobby of yours." I grunted but not before slipping my hands around his waist, pulling him back for a kiss."Your lovely French chef gave me her mother's recipe for chocolate cake." He muttered while carefully taking the cake out of the oven and setting it aside to cool."Looks like brownies to me," I shrugged only to get elbowed by him as he dramatically gasped demanding me to take my words back. To which I just laughed at him. This...this was what I love about him, everything with him is so easy."Ghazi! Get your naughty fingers away from my cake. It needs to cool before slicing, I want to top it with the vanilla ice cream.""Okay, you lost me at my naughty fingers and your cake," I commented coyly while wiggling my eyebrows. Remy laughed and slapped my arm playfully."Come on, let's get you out of the kitchen." He to
"Ghazi is everything okay?" Remy greeted me at the door.I already texted him that I was on my way back, I didn't want him to worry about me. And seeing Remy, I just know that I couldn't keep the facts about Oscar from him."No. I need to talk to you about something.""You want a drink?" My sweet Remy was so nervous that he felt obligated to tend to my needs."Why don't you sit down, I'll get us something to drink." I kissed his forehead and he nodded, taking a seat on the living room sofa. His hands were on his lap as he sat straight, his eyes never leave me. He was watching me as if he was trying to read my thoughts.I put coke in his rum, after adding some lime juice and ice cubes. I knew I needed something strong for the conversation as I drank one shot straight before making another glass of rum and coke for myself. Bringing the two glasses, I gave one to Remy before sitting by his side and slowly drinking from my glass."I met with Zal
I woke up sometime after midnight only to find Ghazi was gone. His side of the bed was cold, meaning he had woken up and left me probably hours ago. And here I was, expected to still love him while he was probably fetching his ex from his uncles grasps.God...why do I keep on doing this to myself? The familiar ache under my chest forced me to get up. My eyes heated when I felt the trickle of tears trailing down my cheeks. "Fuck..." I cursed feeling stupid when I decided to let go, grabbing fresh tissues to dry my tears and blow my nose. Not at all beautiful as Ghazi makes me out to be. I was pathetic, sad, bleary eyes complete with a runny red nose from too much crying.I eventually got myself up and went to the bathroom, splashing my face with cold water and trying to toughen myself up. This was not the first time, I've gone through worse and I survived. So what if Ghazi still loves Oscar and his ex still loves him too? I love Ghazi as I know he loves me too, so this
The hope I felt when Ghazi finally came to my rescue was gone in an instant. The moment I saw how Ghazi looked at Remy, I realized it was the way he used to look at me. I didn't know that you could break a broken heart, but I was feeling it.I did a stupid thing when I broke things off with Zal. I hoped that Ghazi was still in love with me, and somehow in my fucked up mind, I wished that there was still something between us."I'm sorry Ghazi, I shouldn't even be here. I don't get why you told Zal to bring me here." Or was it something Zal wanted, he was probably washing his hands off me. He was probably glad that he didn't have to take care of my stupid self. God...I wished those guys killed me. It would be less humiliating for me."Oscar, don't...we had something. I loved you. I still care for you."I winced when his words shattered my heart all over again. Fuck these feelings. The man said it. He loved me. As in the past."I know. You should prob
Both Ghazi's uncles, Bijan and Reza, were in hiding. They got hurt when Ghazi and I shot them the night we rescued Oscar. They were wearing bulletproof vests, they had guards covering their exits, and they managed to slip away before we could put a bullet between their eyes. I was sure that at least both of them were bleeding, but I needed to find them. My hunger for their blood was feral to the point that I needed to have my revenge. They hurt Oscar and I had to calm down my frustration when he was taken back to Ghazi's. I need to let my cousin shelter him because I need to find those bastards who dared to touch my Oscar.One of my men had detained the executor, he was the one who was responsible for Oscar's bloodied and bruised face and torso. My man was badly hurt and I hated when Ghazi told me that Oscar was to stay at his place while all I wanted to do was to take care of him. Yes, I was stupid enough to still want to take care of him. No matter how easy it was for him t
It was two weeks after Oscar left the apartment when we finally heard the news. Ghazi was busy at his home office the moment his cousin, Zal, burst into the penthouse. Since the fiasco with his uncles, Ghazi has been busy communicating with his new business partners. The cartel was more than just muscling themselves into someone else's business. It took a certain kind of finesse, and Ghazi has been going back and forth with deals and talk of loss and profits with his dad's old business partners.Lately, I've been watching Ghazi work from home. Mostly in the afternoon, where I sat in his home office with my sketch pad, quietly doing my designs. It brought me comfortable feelings whenever I was in the same room as him. I would hear his voice while he was on the phone, watch him work, and sometimes catch him looking at me. I was in my happy space whenever he was near, and I am really glad that I fought for him. That I wanted him badly enough, and that he wanted me too.I