“Hassan!” I called out his name in a low shocked voice, unable to believe he was here in my office. I walked in and closed the door behind me, and looked up to see him facing me wearing that gorgeous smile that makes me weak in the knees. “I brought coffee just like I promised,” he raised the two cups in his hand. I didn't think he would have done it. Lots of men promise things that they don't end up fulfilling, and I must say it pleases me to know that he is different in that regard. “You know that one cup is enough,” I teased as I made my way around the table to the other side. “I thought that I keep you company while you drink your cup,” he said with a wink. “May I?” He indicated the seat across from mine. “Please,” I waved him down. “Here this is for you,” he pushed the cup in his right hand towards me. Peering at him through my upper lashes I lifted the cup to my lips to have a taste. He was watching me with that playful twinkle in his smoldering brown eyes, giving him a bo
Hassan and I jumped off each other, quicker than a speeding bullet, our horrified gazes flying in unison towards the door. Maybe my horrified gaze. The least person I expected to be standing on the other side was my ex husband and yet he stood there with a gobsmacked look on his face. Fuck, I groaned inside as my whole body flushed hot with embarrassment. With as much dignity as I could muster in this kind of situation I buttoned up my shirt which I didn't realize had come undone. And once I was presentable again I returned my attention to my ex to find him in locked stares with Hassan. They were both sizing each other up, both with curiosity written on their faces, and something akin to jealousy in Tim's eyes. That might be my wishful thinking. I coughed to get their attention and then made the introduction. “Hassan, meet Tim my ex husband. Tim, Hassan my...”Hassan immediately cuts me off and said “Her boyfriend.” His tone very possessive and territorial. I looked up at him sharpl
Tim straightened up, adjusted his tie and then looked down at me again. "I don't want to lose this job." His tone has completely changed. He no longer had the arrogant look he had on earlier. He looked slightly unease, as if there was something else bothering him. If I cared I would have asked but I don't so I didn't. "I am sorry Tim, but you dared me when you walked out that door. You have left me with no other option. If I don't fire you I will be a fool to everyone in this office, and as I am trying to command their respect that is the least thing I want right now.""Come on Ruby they would only think you were joking. No one really expects you to fire me for that little infraction back there." The fact that he was dismissing his insolence towards me in the meeting, despite knowing that I was his boss threatened to ignite my fury again, but I wasn't going to let him reel me up again. So I asked in the calmest tone that I could afford. "If I was a man would you have questioned my au
I watched spell bound as the distance between our heads continued to dwindle as if in slow motion, but just as his lips were about to enclose mine, I snapped out whatever spell he had me under and flew off his arms. "What the fuck are you doing Tim!" I snarled, wiping my lips even though he didn't kiss me. I don't know whom I was more angry with. Him for making a move on me after everything he did to me, or myself for allowing it. He didn't say something immediately, but instead watched me intently as if he was trying to determine something. Then he said. I am sorry, and returned back to the other side of the table. I breathed easier when he was no longer close to me, and the tension in the room dissipated, and it was like as if nothing happened. "I accept your condition," he said cooly. There was none of the heated emotions earlier in his voice. He was back to business, but it was taking me a little longer to comport myself and act like nothing happened. His action threw me for th
He stood calmly waiting patiently for my scrutiny to be over. It didn't feel as if the air around him moved. It was amazing how someone as big as him could achieve such stillness, and I don't mean he is fat. If anything he is a specimen of raw muscles exuding such raw masculinity that as a female you couldn't help being affected by it. And his height put the word I in intimidate. Every single part of me was arrested by this man. He made me sit up and take notice, but a small part of me was intimidated. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible. He screamed danger without uttering a word. I slowly took the phone from his hand while wondering in my mind how in the fuck my pops thought that I could play make believe with this man. This is no barbie's Ken, but a gangster even though he looked so dandy in his black suit that whoever his tailor is made to fit his muscular frame to a perfection. "May I join you?" I didn't expect such a gentleman attitude from him. Everything about hi
Wait! Did he say betrothed. Surely, I must have heard wrong. I mean my grandfather wouldn't be callous enough to betroth me to someone without telling me. I shook my head as if to dispel his words. "Nice try," I snapped sarcastically and got to my feet. The food that I just ate have become a heavy lead in my stomach. Because despite not wanting to believe his ridiculous words, a part of me believes that he couldn't make such a thing up and it was creating an upheave in my stomach. "You don't have to believe me, but our wedding is in three months and I intend to marry you." I don't know which one pissed me off more. The fact that he was talking about this like it is some business transaction, or the fact that my grandfather tried to trick me. Fake boyfriend my ass. I am so going to murder him when I get home. And he better be able to fix this whatever this is, because there is no way in hell I was marrying this arrogant son of a bitch."Look Mr..." I was not in hell going to use his
His message made me pause in my steps as I stared down at them. Something tells me that his words had an underlying meaning that I wasn't sure I wanted to probe further. "You are back?" My grandfather's words snapped my attention away from my phone, and I looked up at my grandfather with no so happy look. He was in his black nightwear and black robe, and was looking at me with a hopeful expression like he was expecting a gift from me. "We need to talk pops," I growled coldly and walked past him towards the main building. "What! why? Did you not like him?" He shots off as he fell in step behind me. I ignored his questions until we were in the living room and I went straight to his living room wine cellar and took out his unopened brandy. It was his favorite. I picked a glass with me and brought them to the island across from it. "What are you doing?" He frowned at me. "Waiting for an explanation," I muttered in a flat tone as I uncorked the bottle and poured a glass for myself.
"I thought you wanted answers to your questions?" My grandfather gave me a pointed look. The one that always made me stop and behave, the look that always froze his adversaries. He was no longer in a joking mood. This Douglas must means a lot to him. I wondered why I never met him. Though I didn't stay long with pops before he sent me abroad. I still couldn't shake off the suspicion that everything pops did was with this in mind. His scolding stare made me flush, and loosen the hostile posture that I have been carrying since I walked through the door. Pops might look frail with his physical appearance but he is damn right scary when he wants to be. "I am sorry," I apologized respectfully, my voice subdued. He nodded in acceptance with my apology and then carried on with his tale. The same look he had earlier back in his expression. It was a mixture of fondness, devotion, and dare I say longing. That part I did not understand. Whoever this Douglas is, it is obvious that my grandfathe