Chapter 4
Asad sat in his office, gazing at the New York skyline, planning his 'win back' strategy. Finally some good news; Zoya was going to be part of the legal and marketing team that was coming to BigCat to sort out the final details of the takeover. This was his opportunity to regain her trust, show her that he had changed. He had to fix this with her. He had already lost four months with his son and had been denied the knowledge and pleasure of watching Zoya bloom with his child in her. He couldn't lose more. Tomorrow, he was going to be nothing short of perfect.
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"Stay away from him Zoe, he's nothing but trouble," Zoya muttered to herself. She never thought there would be a day that she would regret being part of the buy-out team but man! she was regretting it today. She didn't want to see Asad. He was detrimental to her senses. He drove her crazy and he made her feel things…"Ya Allah! I need to stop being so silly about this."
There was no doubt she would see him again, for she was sure he would not abandon his son…Zayd…now that he knew. Zayd's wails jerked her out of her pensiveness; the little tyke was hungry and his demands had to be fulfilled. Zoya went into the nursery, she gently picked up her son and sat on the feeding chair. He was beautiful; he looked exactly like his father…the eyes…the eyes had the same quality as Asad's to reach into the very depths of her soul. How had she tried to deny his parentage? God only knew, but she was finding it impossible now.
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Asad was tearing a hole into his carpet. Why wasn't she here yet? He was anxious to see her, they had so many things to discuss and none of them had to do with work. Zayd was his priority and so was his mother. He would be damned if he let her run away from him again.
"Mr. Khan?" said Zoya, as she stepped in.
"So, it's Mr. Khan now? What happened to Asad?"
"We are in a professional environment, MR. KHAN, and I suggest we treat it as such."
"As you wish Ms. Farooqui," Asad said softly. Well, two can play at this game.
The last minute details were ironed out smoothly. It was settled, he was going to be part of Crysal Technologies as VP of their Technology and Product Development and he had also retained the patent to his platform. A good day would be an understatement to the day he was having. The icing on the cake was- Zoe and he would have to work together very closely, after all she was part of Product Marketing.
"Ms. Farooqui, we need to talk…privately. My office, please?"
Zoya groaned inwardly. She had known this was coming. He definitely was going to talk about Zayd. How was she going to deal with this?
"Asad, you are not going to take my baby away from me. There is no way I am going to allow you to sue for full custody."
"WHAT?" Asad was flabbergasted. Did she think so little of him that she imagined he would cut her out of his son's life? He was just now beginning to understand how deeply he had hurt her. He was going to fix this.
"Zoe, I would never take him away from you... you're his mother!" he reassured. "But please, you have to let me in. He's my son too and I want to….need to get to know him. He deserves to know his father, Zoe. Don't shut me out because you and I can't get along. All I'm asking is that we learn to get along, and you allow me access."
Zoya was stunned. Here she was geared to fight, while Asad was waving a white flag. But she was still going to take it a step at a time. "Fine, but on my terms Asad. I won't uproot him from his home. If you want time with him you are going to have to come around to mine." Without saying another word, she turned on her heel and left. She'd had enough of Asad Ahmed Khan for one day!
Asad watched his firebrand storm out of the room. He had won a small victory and he sure as hell was going to capitalize. In a few weeks his son and Zoya were going to be with him…where they belonged.
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He was driving her mad! Why did he have to be so good with Zayd? Damn him, was he good at everything? And Zayd…her usually shy baby had taken to Asad…his father…like a moth to a flame. Damn, Damn, Damn it all to hell. He had been perfect! She'd tried to psych him with chores – reluctantly teaching him the drill – diaper changes, baths, the works! But he hadn't cringed ever - he happily cleaned up after Zayd, bathed him, even told him stories in that annoyingly cute voice that he reserved for Zayd. Argh! That wasn't all that was driving her mad. Whenever they were in close proximity to each other he would lightly brush up against her back or stand too long next to her, nothing overt, just in-your-face subtle glances and touches…and they were driving her round the bend! She hadn't had sex since that night and he…he could tempt a nun to sin.
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"Hey Zoe, would you like to help give Zayd a bath? That way we can both put him to bed…what do you say Zayd?" Her little boy smiled adorably up at his dad at the sound of his name. "I think he agrees Zoe," Asad grinned.
Zoya nodded wordlessly and made her way towards the bathroom. She couldn't look at that face and say no. It had been nearly a month since they'd met and Asad would come over every evening, and stay till Zayd went to bed.
"Score 1 to me, baby boy!" Asad whispered to his son, who continued to grin up at him. Dropping a kiss on his soft head, Asad followed Zoya into the bathroom.
Bath time was eventful. Who knew a five-month-old baby would be such a handful to handle in water? By the time bath time was done, they were both soaked. After changing Zayd into a blue onesie they put him down to sleep. He was tired and he slept immediately. Quietly, they walked out of the room, shutting the door softly behind them.
"Well, I guess I should lea…" Asad stopped short, staring. She was beautiful. Leaning against the door, the soft light from the foyer framed her in a golden glow. Her white shirt was soaked to the skin and the outline of her breast was clearly visible through the fabric. He was hard instantly.
He closed the distance between them in a second. "Asad…why are you… Asad, what are you doing?!" Zoya whispered, scared she might wake Zayd if she raised her voice.
Asad's expression brooked no argument – he was clear about what he wanted - there was no other way to deal with this. He pulled her towards him, crushing her lips to his. She gasped, allowing his tongue to massage hers. His hands moved under her butt, lifting her. She was sandwiched between his rock-hard body and the wall. As he deepened the kiss, she let go… she'd been fighting this for over a while now. Wrapping her legs around him, she entwined her hands in his hair. He carefully walked them towards her bedroom. THIS was how it was going to end.
All she felt was heat and his hard body on her. She was mindless. In that moment all she wanted was him, nothing else. She wanted to forget everything that had happened between them and just live in the moment with him. They were naked. How had he done that? She hadn't even registered him removing her clothes. Or his. She looked at Asad's chiseled body and then at his face, surprised to see nothing but unfettered appreciation.
Asad held her gaze - He had her spread out on the bed, nothing hidden from view. Zoya was more beautiful than ever. Her body had changed – her breasts were fuller and her hips were wider, signs that she was a mother. It drove him wild to know that his son…he had done that to her. She was the mother of his son and the love of his life. She was his.
Almost reverently he caressed her smooth skin, as he began to kiss down the valley of her breasts, teasing but never fully there. He chuckled as she groaned in frustration. He was going to make her beg. He kissed his way down her body, stopping only to lave at her navel. She was sensitive there. She was beginning to tremble and quake under his touch and he hadn't really touched…not properly any way.
"Asad…please…"
Hearing her soft pleas he moved lower still, finding her core. She was wet…just for him. Muttering a curse he gave in to temptation and licked. Keeping a steadying arm across her hip, he went down on her in earnest. Soft licks, hard ones…and the occasional nip. He was driving her to the edge…driving her to the point of no return.
"Asad, please, please…do it now…I can't bear this anymore."
Quickly moving up her body, he entered her – filling her to the hilt.
"You feel so good ZoeI have missed you…I have missed us."
Zoya could barely register what he was saying. Every cell in her being was focused on the pleasure she was receiving. Hard controlled thrusts that were pushing her further over the edge... Only he could do this to her…no one else. She wrapped her legs high around his shoulder, changing the angle, causing them both to groan in pure sensation and pleasure. He increased the pace…faster and faster…till they were both flying over the edge together.
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