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An hour and half after the Korean movie disaster, Asad's state of agony hadn't lessened one bit. Zoya, the siren that she was, courteously smiled at him before taking off with her devil of a manager leaving him in the now too tight pants that put legging obsessed teenage girls to shame. He sat rooted in his seat watching movie after goddamn movie unable to do much else. Once he got his hands on that woman, she was done for!
Asad cursed under his breath when his manager ignored him for the 18th time in the last hour. Why won't anyone pick up his calls? Even his security detail was probably drunk off his ass. Looked like the great superstar of his generation was resigned to himself. And the smiling faces of foreign men and women who flogged to ask him questions in accented English was not helping. His head pounded with residual lust, scratch that, it was pure rage against that siren, that vixen!
"YOU WITCH!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as he spotted Zo make her way toward him at the edge of his admirers' crowd. The whole theatre turned their heads in her direction. Zoya froze in spot. So he'd found her achilles' heal. He would be sure to use it to his advantage.
"Truce?" she raised a champagne flute toward him and he softened up.
"Excuse me", he said to the crowd as he not so subtly signalled Zo to follow him out. Zo obeyed but not before raising a doubtful brow.
"You have no idea what I have planned for my retribution", he groaned.
"I have some idea", she smiled.
He down the drink of strawberry pink she was holding for some liquid courage.
"You better not make me mad or else".
"I am in the mood to try your patience pretty boy".
How could this woman be so calm and collected when he was so...so...gaahh!!
"Outside. Now".
She tried to play ignorant. He was not having it. His bodyguard finally picked up on the fourth try.
"Be out by the side gates in two or you're fired", Asad barked not bothering to hear a reply. Even her smile agitated him now. So he shut it down the only way he knew how. He slapped his mouth on hers until she opened up for him invariably in shock. His tongue swirled over her swollen lips claiming what had once been. She tasted like mint and strawberries, coffee and cream, fantasy and wet dreams. That was as far as he got before she pulled him into the throes of oblivion. He could feel the force of her kiss on his lips but all other senses were long lost. He was flying higher than he'd ever known possible with the drugs he shot up everyday for years. This woman was trouble. He had to stop now before he was pushed past the point of no return.
"Ready?"
Maybe he was past the point of no return. He didn't care as he moved impatiently toward the car waiting just steps away without unlocking his eyes or lips away from her
"The paps", she whispered into his mouth.
"No paps", he alluded to his no nonsense bodyguard but couldn't get much out with his lips busy elsewhere.
"This is us", the driver pulled the sticky couple out of their lust induced coma with a loud horn.
"Old bas***d", Asad glared at the man for interrupting the time of his life.
"What's his name?" Zoya seemed recovered now. Or as recovered as one could be given the circumstances.
"We ain't got time for this woman. Up and away we go". He swatted her bottom. She gave him a swift turn of the head and an eye roll but not the shitstorm he was braving up for. Maybe she was a little kinky, he mused. This should be fun.
"What's your name?" Zoya scooted closer to the driver.
"Zo shut up", Asad let out a frustrated huff. He was promptly ignored. Both his staffer and his girl (he'd call her that until he figured out a better title) got busy exchanging life stories or so it felt waiting for the minutes to tick away with the shallow breaths he was taking.
"You're good", Zo said finally finishing up her gossip hour. "He's good", she turned to Asad with an approving look.
"One more minute and I am going to put you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You hear me?"
This made the old bas***d and his chatty companion laugh.
"You think this is funny? I'll show you funny". He lunged for her and she ducked in vain. Not a minute later his arm was wrapped around her waist as he pulled her up in a fireman's hold and hauled out of the car. The driver got out a little stunned but did not interfere.
"I warned you plenty woman". He finally smiled as Zo huffed helplessly over his shoulder.
"If the paps get a hold of their cameras, tomorrow's People will say you kidnapped a woman".
She was just being desperate now. People could print him married to her and he wouldn't flinch. Maybe he'd even pay the magazine to make up false stories about them. Atleast until he tricked her into keeping him for another sixty years. Then he'd let her go. Maybe. Sixty years was his minimum. He swatted her ass one more time and that earned him a painful kick in the tummy.
"Not the smartest idea to wound the man who's carrying you up the stairs".
"Asad are we inside?" Zoya couldn't tell with all the blood rushing up her head.
"Yes", he answered as he closed the front door and pinned her against it.
"Are we ever going to make it to the bed?" she'd given up that thought ten minutes ago when he pulled her out of the car but what was the harm in asking?
"Maybe after the seventh round".
Her mouth fell open and that was all the invitation he needed. Two hours later they lay tangled up in a sundae of sweat, limbs, and the shredded remains of an animal hide carpet on the living room floor. Long story about the carpet. It involved scissors, saran wrap and smooth cognac. You won't get much else out because all involved vowed their lips sealed to the grave.
"Your rugs need replacing and your kitchen cabinets and floors gutted before you can invite another guest over", Zoya smiled breathlessly.
"Mmm no, they stay and bear witness to this day". Asad did not bother explaining as sleep took over. They never did make it to the bedroom.
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