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“I don’t want to talk,” he told her and came over to her. His movement forced her against the bed and she saw, even in the dark, the fire in his eyes.
“We aren’t doing this,” she said as she tried to force him back. He didn’t relent. He caught her once more and found her lips. She tried to push him back, but he was too strong for her. Then she started pushing less, and eventually, without her consent, her body began to say yes. She relaxed against him, and her lips parted. Her encouragement sent him into a heated fervor, and he moved his head to nuzzle against her neck.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against her skin. His breath caused her to shiver, and goose pimples to cover her. “I’m sorry,” he said again before he kissed her face, her chest and then her lips again.
“Do you mean it?” she asked as she groped him and surrendered to the emotions flooding her.
“I made a mistake,” he told her, and stopped long enough to gaze into her eyes. Then he let her go, and raked his hand through his hair. “It’s like I was unable to control myself for a while there. But when I saw that look in your eyes, and remembered my father’s words, I knew I couldn’t risk losing the respect of two of the most important people in my life. I don’t want to lose you Jameela. Not for that,” he said and held her face. “You mean too much to me.”
Jameela felt hot tears sting her eyes once more, but this time they were for different reasons. She reached out for him, and pulled him against her. they resumed their kissing, and like a mad man he ripped her shirt open, and stared blissfully at her lace cupped beauties. He touched them reverently before bowing to lick them one at a time. She grabbed a handful of his hair as he fell against her on the bed, his tongue now covering their peaks. He moved his head and the sensations followed him as he slid down the length of her body. He sank his fingers into her sides, and nipped at her smooth skin as her legs moved about the bed. When he found her soft spot, he thumbed her erection and kissed her inner thigh. By this Jameela was already breaking a sweat, and she writhed on the bed to prevent herself from exploding too soon. But that proved difficult to do as he inched closer, and when she felt his tongue replace his thumb, she trembled and uttered sounds she could not recognize.
The pace seemed to be going too slow for Al-Hafeez, even though it was under his terms. Without warning he changed the rules of the game and his clothing fell to the floor in record timing. He stood there in his glory, and Jameela peered at him dreamily. He slipped her skirt off and with no further ado, he held her legs apart as he entered her private chambers. He bit his lips as he felt her warmth, and when he had sunk the full length of his member within, he braced against her, and commanded her respect. She moaned and dug her nails into his sides, and he jerked as she hit a bruise from his recent attack. She pulled back, but the pain only reminded him of his purpose, and he stroked hard and fast as he made her his new beginning, and his salvation.
She arched her back as he filled her over and over again, and soon he caught her buttocks as she rose, holding her suspended, and burst the dam that had been trickling before. Jameela cried out as she felt her inside melt and cover him. Her legs suddenly felt limp, and she felt incapable of maintaining her posture. She fell limp in his grasp as he rocked her world. The feel of her as she did sent him over the edge. He made a few quick jabs before he felt his body shudder and he shot out his victory into her waiting, though now still body.
He fell against her, holding her to him like he never wanted to let go. Jameela was now completely spent, and emotionally exhausted, and it didn’t take long for her to fall into a peaceful sleep. When she awoke hours later, the light from the moon was shining through the blinds, and he was still there, holding onto her as if he feared she would escape. She smiled and nestled into him, closing her eyes once more. He moved when she did, but his posture never changed, and for the first time in a long time, Jameela felt like something had gone right.
* * *
Several weeks went by, and Al-Hafeez was every bit the charmer she hadn’t seen in him at first, but had come to appreciate. She spent more time with him, and was surprised at how public he had made their appearances. She felt a part of his life, but she couldn’t help that small part of her that felt betrayed by what his family had done to hers.
“Why the long face?” he asked her one day when he caught her in one such mood.
“Nothing,” she said and played with the notepad resting on her desk. He had stopped by for a quick visit before she headed to court. “Just this case that’s on my mind,” she lied. She didn’t need him to feel guilty over something she now considered silly. It had not been his fault, and she wouldn’t allow him to bear the burden of it.
“You’ll do great,” he told her, as he held her hands in his. Then he stood and kissed her on the forehead. “See you for dinner?”
“Sure,” she responded and smiled. Then he left and she sat there for a long time remembering her family home she had not gotten the chance to show her own children one day.
“Uh-oh,” Selena said as she walked in and saw Jameela’s face. “Trouble in paradise?”
“Not quite,” she replied. “Just being haunted by old demons.”
“Well, for what it’s worth, old demons should never come between you and new angels,” she said and winked. “Cheer up.”
“Yeah, you’re right I guess. Thanks Selena,” she said and smiled. And she really did feel better after that. She went to court soon after that, and was relieved when the defendant’s lawyer requested additional days to prepare for the case. The judge postponed for another two weeks, and she exited the courtroom feeling lighter than she had gone in. she was surprised when she saw the familiar black jaguar parked across the street, and her spirit lifted. She practically charged into him, and as he held his hands out for her, she met his lips. He was surprised, yet concerned. He had never seen her that emotionally charged, and he held her back as he probed her face.
“Hey,” he said and slipped her hair behind her ear.
“I’m just happy to see you,” she replied. He held the door open for her before skipping to his side of the car.
“So am I,” he told her once inside. “Are you up for a drive?” he asked her.
Jameela turned to face him, her head resting against the cushioned car seat. “Anywhere with you right now is fine by me. A drive doesn’t sound so bad after the day I’ve had.”
“Good,” he told her and smiled. All the while he drove he sported a smile that slowly began to grow suspicious to Jameela.
“Why do I get the feeling you are up to something and this is more than just a drive?” she asked.
“Maybe,” he replied, and the way he said it made her sure of her assumptions.
“Open the glove compartment and take out the box inside,” he told her and kept his eyes on the road. She did as she was told, and sure enough there was a box there. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about all the possibilities. It was too large for a ring, but big enough for a diamond set. “Open it,” he urged.
“Okay,” she said and flipped the box open. There was a single key inside. “A key?” she asked and held it up to him. “What’s it for?”
“You’ll see,” he said gleefully.
Jameela’s mind began to race even more than before. She was already at his home every weekend, and she surely didn’t need a key to get in. The staff already knew her, so she needed only to show up. But then, he wasn’t driving in the direction of his home either. It also wasn’t a car key, but it could be anything else. She grew anxious to get to the end of their journey, and her throat tightened as she neared the estate her grandfather had owned. She found it strange that she had only been thinking about it that very morning, to now be passing it. It seemed fate was being unduly cruel to her. Her emotions had swept her away again that she didn’t realize the car had stopped until she heard him speak.
