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Am extremely sorry and now starting to feel embarrassed for not getting back to you all. Again I will say the same thing that life is being unfair. But am trying to strike a balance which should happen soon. Won't keep you waiting. Here's the next part to this story. Hope you all like it.
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Chapter 6
"Yes, I'm Asad Ahmed Khan"
The men flashed their badges at him telling him they were from the justice department and wanted to have a few words with him. Asad invited them in and told them to follow him to the kitchen. He was telling them he had just gotten up and needed his morning coffee. Pouring himself one, he offered them coffee too but they declined it. After he took a sip from his cup he asked them how he could help them.
"We know you have been in contact with this woman and that you called someone in our department making inquiries about her. Where is she Mr. Khan?" They said showing him a picture of Zoya. Asad hadn't batted an eye on seeing it.
"That's right. I called a friend in the department last night to see if he knew anything about her. She had come to my office earlier that day wanting to hire me but she never told me her name. I told her my fee, she said she had no money right then but would pay me as soon as I helped her. I gave her my card and told her to give me a call when she came up with the money and she left. It wasn't until I saw that picture of hers on the news last night that I found out who she was. So I gave my friend a call to see if he knew anything."
"What did she want to hire you for Mr. Khan?"
"She said she needed me to check on somebody who worked for the justice department. That's all she said. Like I said, she didn't even tell me her name." Adaf said looking straight in their eyes.
"What time did she come to your office Mr. Khan?"
"I was just leaving for lunch and saw her heading for the building. I told her the office was closed until two and she would have to come back then. She asked who I was, I told her, and that's when she told me she wanted to hire me."
"So she never actually came inside the building then?"
"No."
"You have surveillance tapes that can prove that?"
"Yes, I do have surveillance tapes but I erase them every night before I leave the office and set them for the next day."
"We'd like to take a look around Mr. Khan?"
"Not unless you've got a warrant. You mind telling me what it is you think you might find here?"
"We'll be back with a warrant," they said and headed back to the front door.
Asad watched them drive back down the drive then reset the alarm before going to get Zoya.
"Did you recognize them Zoya?"
"No, I've never seen any of them."
Only the one man spoke so Zoya had no way to tell if she could recognize the other two's voices.
"Come on we've got to hurry and clean up any signs of you being here before they come back?"
They made the bed and straightened up his sisters room. They wiped the bathroom shower area dry so there were no signs of anyone having used it. Zoya took her clothes and put them in the safe room, then they washed the dishes by hand and took care of them instead of using the dishwasher.
"Don't worry Zoya, when they come back, which they will, they won't find any signs that you have been here," he had taken her in his arms holding her shaking body close to his trying to comfort her.
"I need a shower," she remarked.
"Zoya you're going to have to take one with me I'm afraid. We will have to dry off with the same towel because we can't take the chance of them finding more then one towel dirty when they know I only arrived here last night."
He let her get out of the shower first so she could dry off. Even with both of them naked in the shower neither one of them seemed to notice the other. They washed quickly so that Zoya would be back in the safe room before they came back. Asad knew they only had about an hour before the men would be back with their warrant so they hurried to finish up.
Zoya had just finished dressing when the alarms went off again. This time the black car was being followed by a police cruiser. Zoya was tucked safely away in the safe room by the time the men were knocking on his door again.
"Mr. Khan we have a warrant to search your home," the same guy who had done all the talking before had handed him the warrant and tried to push his way into the house.
"Hold on buddy. Your going to let me read the warrant first before you go poking around my home. Before you say anything fella, I do know the law and I'm going to call my lawyer to go on the search with you."
Asad pulled out his phone and dialed the number for his lawyer friend. "Aamir, I have some men here from the justice department with a warrant to search my house. I need you to bring four other men with you and get over here as quickly as you can."
"This isn't helping you much Mr. Khan, are you afraid we are going to find something?"
"Not at all officer, but your not going through my home without my lawyer present to make sure you don't do anything outside the law or the confines of this warrant. I suggest we sit outside on the patio while we wait for him to get here. He should be here within twenty minutes."
Zoya could hear the entire conversations of the men and watched the monitor as they moved out to the patio to sit and wait for Asad's lawyer.
When Aamir arrived the first thing he did was ask for the warrant. He looked up and asked "Which one of you is officer Sheikh?"
"I am."
"Your warrant says that you have the right to search the house and premises for a Miss Zoya Farooqui. That means you may look for the presence of this woman but you can't go tearing through Mr. Khan's things. My men will accompany each of your men during your search to make sure everything is done correctly. This warrant does not give you the right to destroy or disrupt any of my clients personal property either so make sure your search is done throughly but without disrupting the condition of his home, property or personal belongings or items, is that understood Mr. Sheikh.?"
"Perfectly."
An hour later the men and officers left without finding any trace of Zoya having been there. Even after the men had left Zoya remained in the room per Asad's instructions earlier. He had told her not to come out for any reason until he came to get her himself.
"What's going on Asad? Why do they think you know something about this woman?"
Asad told his lawyer friend the same story he had told the officers, leaving out the little fact that Zoya was indeed in his house under his protection.
"So she is the one who witnessed the judges murder. No wonder they are hot to find her". After thinking he said ."There was something about that officer Sheikh that didn't sit well with me Asad, I'm going to do some checking on him as soon as I get back to the office. There is more going on here than them looking for a lost witness."
"Let me know if you find anything out in case she tries to contact me again."
"I better call Najma when I get back in case she gets wind that the justice department is after her big brother," he said smiling and hugging Asad.
"You just tell her that her little brother is making sure her big brother is safe from the nasty policemen when you do brother."
So, Aamir was his brother, no wonder they looked so much alike. When Zoya first got a good look at Aamir she thought to herself that he looked an awful lot like Asad but dismissed that thought when she went back to paying attention to what was being said by the men. She wondered why Asad hadn't told his brother the entire truth. Asad was standing in front of the safe room door giving Zoya the signal to open the door.
"So Aamir is your brother? How come you didn't tell him I was here?"
"The less he knows the less likely he will be in danger Zoya. He can honestly tell anyone who might question him that he knows nothing other than being asked here by his brother to represent him."
"I don't know about you but I'm hungry. We didn't get to have breakfast and it's already two o'clock."
"I'll make us some soup and you can put a salad together for us."
After they had eaten Asad showed Zoya his family albums and some of the blankets, pillows and things his grandmother had made. He told her how each of his brothers and his sister all had some items of their grandparents as keepsakes. His grandparents had left the house to him, of all the kids Asad was the one who loved this house more than anything. Each of them had been left equal shares in their grandfathers business's and the small fortune they had made had been divided up equally between the four of them. None of them would ever have to work again and still be set for life.
His brother Aamir ran the legal end of the business's while his brother Ayaan ran the business in England. His sister Najma ran the advertizing firm in New York that did all the advertizing for her families business's but had some very high end clients in the fashion world, and sports industry as well. Najma had never liked living in the country, she was a city girl at heart and loved living in New York. She would come spend a week or two here and there with Asad when she was trying to unwind from the busy hustle and bustle of big city life.
They had been talking for hours about his family then made dinner. They made sure they washed all the dishes and took care of them before deciding it was time to go to bed. Asad had a feeling that they were going to have a busy day tomorrow knowing those justice guys were positive he knew something about Zoya's whereabouts.
"Zoya I think you should sleep in my room just in case someone comes snooping around. That way we won't have to worry about making sure Najma's room looks unused."
"Ok, besides I wasn't really looking forward to sleeping alone. I'm afraid I won't wake up in time if the alarms go off."
They headed upstairs to Asad's bedroom. He grabbed a T-shirt for Zoya to use as her night clothes and let her use the bathroom first. Zoya climbed into bed and waited for Asad to come out of the bathroom. Her heart was racing thinking about sleeping with Asad again. She was still wound up from this mornings unfinished lovemaking session and was more then ready to resume where they had left off. Zoya could still taste his kisses and she wanted more.
Asad came out of the bathroom and walked over to a huge walk in closet where he took out a blanket from one of the shelves. He reached down to his bed grabbing a pillow and headed for the huge couch that was sitting across the room.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm getting ready to go to sleep silly."
"Why aren't you sleeping in your bed?"
"Because I don't want to take a chance that what happened this morning might happen again."
Zoya was about to say something then decided she had just better keep her mouth closed. He had spoken, devoid of any emotion when telling her that he was sleeping on the couch, so she figured that what had happened between them that morning was not something he wanted to repeat. Well she wasn't going to beg the man to make love to her so she turned her back to him, said goodnight, then tried to fall asleep. He lay there watching her toss and turn in her sleep. Was she dreaming of the men trying to kill her, or was she dreaming of making love again with him he wondered? He was hard just remembering the feel of her soft body under him and the delicious way she kissed him. Was she as frustrated as he was over them not getting to finish this morning? Asad had been thinking about all this when he noticed her bare legs.
She had kicked her blankets off and when she turned over onto her back, her creamy legs were on display as her shirt had ridden up her hips with all the tossing and turning she had been doing and he could see her creamy legs, enticing him. His arousal was evident and his thoughts took him to what it would feel like to be buried deep inside her again. He was never going to be able to go to sleep tonight he thought. He should have turned his back to her and tried to get some sleep but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Asad knew that Zoya hadn't been with a man in years and he had felt so guilty of the situation he let get out of control that morning so he decided the right thing to do was not let it happen again. He knew if he had climbed into bed with her there was no way he would be able to keep his hands off her. She was a woman who needed to be made love to, and Asad knew she needed a strong lover. He had a feeling that once she gave herself to a man that she would give him all of her and hold nothing back. He saw her restlessly tossing and turning and her legs inviting him. He couldn't take it anymore and thought to hell with feeling guilty. He knew Zoya had wanted him, and he was positive she still did from the look he had seen flash across her face when he told her he was sleeping on his couch. He jerked off the blanket covering him and jumped off the couch heading for the bed when the alarms went off.
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Edited by ChocoBerry - 9 years ago
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