Part 62 of LE,
Maisha
Later, when Harris and Ella were on their way to New York, Emir headed for Ena's place to pick her up. With each passing second and each breath Emir felt more and more upset. He could not keep his temper cool and was desperately nervous about meeting her.
Ena didn't feel like his anymore and that killed him inside. 😭
The pang of jealousy he felt against Nicholas Lancaster and that caving dread inside him was so overwhelming that it was impossible for Emir to sit patiently inside the limousine. He hated that Lancaster, he wanted to kill that…but Ella was right, Ena would never forgive him if he did. At least, if Emir couldn't win her back, he would have a change at her forgiveness if he didn't kill the man she loved.
Loved!
That word sent his heart down a bottomless pit. Emir felt terrible!
She loved Nicholas! She loved him! What am I doing trying to come between them? She has moved on (not that she ever was involved with me), but I didn't let her go. If I separate them, I will make her miserable! I can't do that! No! Her happiness is more valuable that mine any day! What am I doing trying to get her back!?
The chauffer interrupted his accusing thoughts by informing him that they were "here" at their destination, as in Ena's house. His bodyguard stepped out from the front seat (by the chauffer) instantly.
Emir didn't feel like getting out of the vehicle. This whole trip was wrong. He didn't want to show her his oil refinery; he wanted time to win her back!
But it was wrong. He couldn't do that!
But she was probably ready for the trip by now…how can I cancel? She will be offended. I would love to spend some time with her, but…giving her back to Nicholas at the end of the trip will break my broken heart into a zillion pieces…(Something at that back of his head told him that she was worth it and Emir absolutely agreed).
So, there will be a trip, for a little time with Ena, Emir decided.
The chauffer opened the door for Emir. Taking a deep breath, Emir stepped out in front the luxury apartment building. Sadly, no one was there, waiting for him – for the first time in his life.
Emir sighed sadly, Ena didn't care as much.
He decided to give her a call. But to his dismay, it was Nicholas who answered it.
Nicholas: Hello?
Emir's temper boiled at that sound of his voice: Mr. Lancaster. This is Prince Emir (he said in a dignified and arrogant tone, but Nicholas didn't seem to notice).
Nicholas (jolly): Ah, Prince Emir. Please come upstairs for a cup of tea, it would be an honor to have you in our home. Wait let me come get you myself, my apologies, there is no one here to welcome today, (he started a long story) what happened is my mother…(Emir rudely cut him off. Listening to Ena's boyfriend/his rival talk was not Emir's favorite pastime). 😆
Emir: Uh, that won't be necessary. Just send Ena (he purposefully stressed the first name to indicate his familiarity with Ena) downstairs and we will be on our way.
Nicholas was quiet for a moment; he felt a little down and offended: It is unfortunate we won't be hosting you at our house…well…no matter! I will bring Ena down. Please wait a little while Prince Emir. (He cut the line).
Emir felt guilty for treating Lancaster this way. Just because I am jealous of Lancaster doesn't mean I should treat him this way. I should not have behaved that way…but why does he have to have Ena of all girls…she's mine! 😳 (Anger overpowered his momentary dread and arrogance replaced it).
Emir was leaning on his black limousine, waiting angrily as his body guard paced around agitatedly. The guard constantly complained, though cautiously, that standing in wide daylight outside was not safe, but Emir ignored him after insuring him once that there were only undercover guards around the neighborhood. But that man just wouldn't stop pacing!
😆 Why me? (Thought Emir). Harris and Ella had insisted that he brought this idiot along after the other day's incident at the Starbucks Caf. Apparently, one of those tabloid journalists (God, these people were everywhere!) had spotted Emir and was taking a peek inside the caf when one of his undercover security guards caught him and took him away without a noise, so as not to disturb Emir.
So…Emir was being bored by his body guard when the main door of the apartment opened.
With great effort, Emir stubbornly maintained his slacking/uncaring position by the car, despite his excitement. But it wasn't Ena who came out that enormous doorway; a few boring apartment staff in dark blue uniforms came out carrying a few pieces black luggage (they were Ena's of course). They were coming towards Emir when that body guard, Abdul-Malik (meaning, servant of the King) suddenly stood in their path. The poor Americans were suddenly very frightened in front of the 7 feet tall Arabian man, armed with the most deadly weapons, towering over them with his muscular self.
Abdul: Cannot go near Prince Emir. I have to check everyone and the luggage first. (He took out his metal-detector).
Emir (extremely annoyed): Abdul, let them pass. They are just here to put the luggage in the trunk.
Abdul: But Your Highness…(he pleaded).
Emir glared at him: Abdul…we were supposed to keep this whole thing under the wraps, remember? Let's not make a huge deal. Those are my guest's luggage, let them pass, the checking is not necessary.
Abdul: But Your Highness, the King insists that you be safe from anything…
Emir (angrily): I AM s-a-f-e (he said with irate emphasis). Ena's luggages pose no treat to me, trust me. They have nothing in them but…little…female things (the words made him smile, to think that those little girly shoes and clothes would be dangerous was funny, he broke into a laughter as all the uniformed staff, Abdul, and the chauffer looked at him with astounded expressions on their faces). 😆
Emir (still chuckling): Let them pass (he waved his hand).
Abdul: Please sir, you safety is my responsibility.
Emir felt bad for the poor man who was so insistent on saving him from Ena's little black clothes: Alright…but make it fast.
Abdul looked enormously gratified and set to his task with a smile on this face.
After the luggage was in the trunk and the staff had left, the door of the apartment opened once more. This time, thankfully, it was Ena and unthankfully, Nicholas as well. 😊
Emir watched with the patience of a tiger on his prey as Nicholas came down the stairs with his arm around Ena's shoulder. Emir fisted his hands crunchily by his sides and kept repeating (to himself) Ella's warning about not losing it. 😳
Nicholas: Are you sure you can walk (he asked Ena)?
Ena: Of course Nicky, it is just a sprained ankle, no biggy. 😳
Nicholas chided: Yes biggy, let me at least carry you down these stairs. They are steep. 😳
Ena: I will me FINE Nicky, please…
Nicholas: But…
Ena smiled at Nicholas with a kind of smile that would make all Emir's pains wash away if the smile was for him.
Ena: I will be fine…(she assured soothingly), trust me.
Nicholas gave in.
Emir noticed that she was wearing a very stylish, yet formal black suit with wide lapels. The undergarment of the suit was peeking out enchantingly, making him forget to breathe. It was one of those extremely silky-soft things that women wore, what did Ella say it was the other day…oh…cami-sole. It was a very milky looking golden silk material with lovely laces. God, she looked beautiful in gold…so pure…like her eyes…Those eyes look even bigger with that lovely cropped haircut... 😳
Emir suddenly realized he was staring and quickly straightened himself (but still focused only on her, everything else didn't exist). 😳
Ena smiled at him in a restrained manner when she got closer, apparently he didn't deserve the type of smile Nicholas did.
As she neared, Ena was about to speak when Abdul tried to interrupt with his metal detector from the side (Emir decided to kill him later). He stopped Abdul with his right hand but didn't even take his eyes off her. She however looked up at Abdul and smiled.
Ena: Hello (she said to Abdul kindly, her attention focused on him, not Emir, as Emir wasn't important enough). 😆
Abdul stuttered: Hel-lo Miss….(he too was apparently taken aback by her enchanting warm eyes and was definitely not ignorant to her astonishing beauty).
Ena's smile broadened as Emir stood there looking at her, mesmerized: Nabeel (she provided sweetly).
Abdul: Ms. Nabeel…I…uhhh…had to check…(he looked at Emir with a concerned and fearful expression on his wrestler-like face).
Emir: Checking is not necessary. She's mine...I mean (he floundered for a change of phrase as Ena looked at him pointedly)…one of mine…my trusted. (Abdul backed away with a slight bow).
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