Possession by Laila Ali (best authors to read txt) 📕

"Where is the god damn coffee?!" she cussed, a frown etched on her face.

"Rise and shine, senorita" Irtaza's voice suddenly reached her ears and her eyes widened with surprise as she sharply turned around and that was when she did the mistake. She immediately lost her footing and begin to fall to the ground.

And his legs moved fast as he straight away grasped her before she fell to the ground. Her hands now tucked around the back of his neck while his on her waist. His grey eyes boring into hers, totally captivating them.

He was shirtless, water droplets dripping down his well built muscles as he just had a shower.

"What were you doing up there?" he asked with concern.

She got nervous, immediately but she didn't want to show it so her eyes casted down.

"I...nothing"

"Hmn" he hummed in response, slightly nodding his head when all of a sudden, he caught her thighs making her lose her balance and before she could fall, he immediately placed her butt on the kitchen island. Seperating her legs, he stood between them as he pushed her forward, there breaths now mingling with each other.

"Wha...wh..at-?" she stuttered, her voice getting trapped inside her throat.

"Did I stutter?" he asked, his forfinger and thumb perching her chin gently and raising her head to meet her eyes but she kept them casting down, she didn't want to show her nervousness to him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in a single go, thanking her stars that she didn't stutter.

"I guess I'm allowed to come to the kitchen of my house. Hmn?"

"You're....but le..tt me go" she demanded, trying to break the cage of his muscular arms which rested by her side.

On this, he removed his hand from her waists and placed them on kitchen island next to her, leaning forward.

"Now, what were you doing up there?"

"I was...try...ing to find some...th..ing" she again stuttered, her nervousness taking the best of her.

"I guess, we need to do something of this stutter Zahra."

"I didn't stutter" she denied, her eyes still casted down.

"Are you sure? But I heard someone stuttering just a few moments ago, guess it wasn't you"

"Yes I didn't" she shook her head innocently.

"Then prove it to me. Look straight in my eyes"

"No, you're making me nerv...ous" she blurted out the truth.

"Ahaan. But that doesn't mean you can't look in my eyes?"

"It will make me mo...re nervous" she said in a hushed tone, biting her lips

"That is seductive" he whispered, while releasing her lips from her teeth and pecking her there.

"Huh?" she immediately rose her eyes and met his for nanoseconds.

"Have you been crying?" he asked, a frown etching on his face.

"No..I wa..sn't" she shook her head in negative. Again, that feeling hit her, she didn't want to expose her vulnerable side to anyone. 

She wasn't a cry baby!

"But your swollen eyes say otherwise"

"I wasn't"

"Senorita," he whispered, his face now just few inches away from hers, "I don't like to be lied to" he said in a hushed tone with a menacing touch to it and that instantly caused her to look upwards towards him, what he wanted since he had entered into the kitchen, to look into her eyes but she was constantly looking away.

"That's better" he commented when her eyes met his.

 But he immediately realized, it wasn't better, not for him, as her eyes again reflected that distrustfulness towards him. Her squirming, her widened eyes, her slightly noticeable shaky breath told him that she wasn't comfortable around him and it again caused a pang of guilt on his heart.

"I want to go" she whispered, her eyes moving down again, her lashes shadowing her cheeks.

He didn't move, not an inch but just stared at her face like a mad man. Not for a moment, after that, she looked at him. There was a time, when he used to witness happiness in her eyes when he was around him, her trust for him was evident in his eyes, she was comfortable enough to share her thoughts and feelings with him. He treated her with love and gave her utmost respect, fulfilled her every whim and in return got her trust.

But his vengeful feelings towards her destroyed that comfort zone, it distorted their relation, it crushed everything but this revenge inside him was brewed up by her, herself and he wasn't a person to take betrayal easily.

There was a clash running inside him, the peace of his days and nights were taken away, whenever he closes his eyes, he saw a pair of brown eyes filled with mistrust and complains, all directed towards him. 

"I wan..t"

"Go" Irtaza said and backed away. She immediately scuttled away, running away from the kitchen for her dear life, her coffee long forgotten.

......................

Her headache was now increased tenfold, her every brain cell hurt, her eyes hurt and she didn't want to go back to kitchen, more like she didn't want to encounter him again. He was a maestro in making her heart to beat run a mile a minute.

"Ah" she  suddenly moaned, her headaches were always severe and now she didn't has enough energy to stand up and make coffee for herself, neither she wanted to bother a maid to make it for her, it was so early in the morning. They might not have woken up. 

She opened her eyes and tried to divert her attention somewhere so atleast for some time she could not feel the headache. She looked around and observed the room which was in an apple pie order. Everything at its place.

The room was very spacious, big enough than her previous one but these luxuries didn't matter to her at all and this thought still bothered her alot that why Irtaza changed her room and why he is being lenient with her? His soft attitude rose many questions in her mind to which she had no answer. She was growing suspicious that he might hurt her again by winning her trust and then again giving her a pain which she won't be able to sustain.