Poker Face-AsYa SS (16+) Updated! Chapter 5 11/4 - Page 4

Originally posted by: --Kriti--

very nice

please continue

Thank you! I will asap 😊

THANKS FOR THE PM, delena! :D

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Originally posted by: havokhotline

THANKS FOR THE PM, delena! :D

Now coming to the point, *Smiles wickedly*

This was HOT.

And mysterious, I like. :P And the sexual tension is already killing me!

Thanks Havok!!! Means a great deal that you like it! 😊

Originally posted by: blueflames

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flaming hot SS on the roll ☺️

Thanks! 😊

wow..this is so unique & exciting..

@delena_lover, @sowmya18 and @Oishi thanks for reading and liking it! :)

Originally posted by: delena90

Thanks! 😊

WOW, you've certainly begun something different...looking forward to reading how Zoya reached this point in her life. Wonder what Asad's past is, if he has any secrets.

Hello all, thank you for the great response to my story. Here's chapter 2. I hope you guys enjoy it. I haven't proofed it...so if there are any errors I am terribly sorry! Thanks for reading, again, and enjoy! 😊



Chapter 2:

They drove to the airport in complete silence. Zoya was still fuming over the fact that her brother-in-law and sister had decided to hire Asad as her bodyguard. What did they think would happen to her in India? They were being unbelievably cryptic and in the end she had to agree to have Asad go with her or she couldn't.

"Do they think I am five...stuck with this insufferable, arrogant...argh did I do something to..." Zoya muttered under her breath.

"Ms. Farooqui, it's not like I am deriving any pleasure from being saddled with you." , spat Asad. Did she think he was deaf? She had called him insufferable and arrogant. He would give her arrogant but insufferable...no woman had ever called him that.

Zoya flushed realizing he had heard what she had said. She didn't really want to fight with him all the way to Mumbai so she decided to play nice...for now.

"So, have you been to India...Mumbai?"

"Yeh, a couple of times for work."

"You have done well for yourself, haven't you? A few years ago you were successful but now...now every gossip column and celebrity magazine has your face plastered on it. You are about as famous as the people you protect...and you don't even really protect them."

Asad raised his eyebrow. Where was she going with this? Of course he protected them...he hired people to do the job and...

"You probably need protection now...seeing as you are a big shot and all that. What are you worth now? A couple of billion?"

He realized she wasn't really asking him these questions. She already knew the answer to most of them. It was almost like she was goading him to start a fight.

"I can protect myself just fine Zoya", he replied.

"Asad where are we going? We just drove past the departure gate."

"Did you really think I would fly commercial Zoe?" he asked amused. "We are flying in my private jet...the only way I choose to travel."

Zoya paled. She was going to be stuck in a plane with him for almost twenty-four hours. She couldn't do it. It had taken every ounce of courage in her to flaunt Kabir and throw the fact that she had just had sex with him. But together alone, she wasn't sure how well she was going to hold up.

Asad smirked as he saw Zoya contemplate the fact that she would be alone, with him, on a plane. He was going to enjoy this. She had done everything in her power to irritate him today. Starting with her little show with her boyfriend to what she was wearing now. She was doing this to get to him. He knew she was. Why else would she be dressed in those shorts and tank top? Like he needed reminding that she had endless, gorgeous legs. Asad bit his lip in frustration. He was going to have to get back at her. You didn't challenge Asad Ahmed Khan and win!

***

They had taken off a few hours ago. The atmosphere in the cabin was tense. Neither one of them had spoken to each other since boarding the aircraft. Asad almost wished he hadn't dismissed his staff. At least they would have been a distraction from her.

She was sitting across from him, her legs folded under her, reading a book on her ipad. She had been engrossed in it since they had boarded.

"Zoe...Zoya, are you alright? You seem a little flushed."

"Huh...what?" She was flustered. The book she was reading was erotically charged and in hindsight probably not the best book to be reading when a gorgeous male specimen was sitting in front of you.

"Yeh I am fine. It's just an interesting book."

Asad frowned. Her breath seemed short and her voice husky. Was she falling sick?"

"Are you sure?"

"I told you I am fine."

"Fine", Asad snapped. "I have some work to do." He clicked open his laptop, determined to ignore her."

***

He had her pinned to the bed. He wasn't about to let her escape. All that beautiful milky white skin on display, for him. He was going to drive her wild. She wasn't going to remember her name after he was done with her. "Asad, stop teasing...just do it..." Her body was on fire. Every nerve fibre in her being was electrified by the very nearness of him. He was kissing every inch of her, paying special attention to her more sensitive regions. He moved his way down her body, slipping his fingers into her heat. He began to gently stroke within her as his thumb worked her nub. He increased the pace and added another finger, filling her more fully. She was falling apart and her reaction was spurring him. Her trembles, her whimpers... "Zoya...Zoya...Zoya..."

"ASAD"

Zoya had an earth-shattering orgasm. Her eyes flew open and she looked straight into his. Oh god! He knew!

Asad didn't know what to say. When he had first seen her tremble he had thought she was having a nightmare. It was only when he had sat right next to her, poised to wake her up, that he had realized that she was having a sex dream. He had been ready to break every bone in Kabir's body until he heard her gasp his name. She had been dreaming of him. Something primitive had flared within him but he hadn't wanted to intrude so he had done his best to wake her up...and she had shattered. It had taken everything in him to not crush her body to his and take her right there.

"Zoya..."

Zoya was mortified. She had to get out of here. "Bathroom", she whispered, and she ran.

***

Mumbai

"The woman you told us to track, she just got on to a private jet with the Asad Ahmed Khan. She's on her way here. What would you like us to do?"