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Originally posted by: -Prinky-

Amazing update Shailu...

Whole intimate part was nicely written...

but ended with their fighting...

so eager to read more...continue soon...

Thanks for pm 😊

Originally posted by: miniTHEnomad

good update
hot too

Originally posted by: -PizzyLuvAsya-

I can't believe I'm blushing hehe
Shailu tu to mujhse bi jada sharmati hai
Tu kaise likhti hai ha

Originally posted by: sweet_tehs

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Chapter 10

Asad tapped his finger on his chair as Ayaan conducted business. It had been a week since the disaster with Zoya, and he still couldn't get her out of his mind. This was dangerous. One week and he should be over her by now. He couldn't f**k any other woman either. None of them awakened a fire inside him the way Zoya did.

"Why is the muscle conducting business, Asad?" Elijah asked.

Glancing up, he saw the man opposite was staring at him. Elijah Weston dealt with the drugs. He was the man to talk to in order to get product moving out of the city to other states.

"Ayaan is very much a business partner. You're aware of this," Asad said. He wasn't in the mood to be dealing with business.

"You can talk to me, Elijah. Asad knows what he's doing even if he is being an ignorant a**," Ayaan said.

His friend was dressed in a suit while Asad hadn't even tried to change. He wore a pair of jeans and a short sleeved shirt. Business wasn't all it was cracked up to be, and he was bored. The last week he'd dealt with work close to the club. Deals with alcohol, sex, and drugs were starting to wear on him.

"I don't care. I deal with one man, and that man is sitting and staring into space as if he has a right to. I don't give a shit how your business works. I will f**k you both up if you don't get involved." Elijah slammed his fist down on the table.

Sitting up, Asad leaned forward. "What shit do you actually need me to know? Huh? Do you want me to ask you how many people this will f**k over? Is it a white enough powder? I've got the cops. Just give us a deal and sell us what you've got."

Elijah sat back. "You think it's that easy?"

"It's business. You've got shit you need to sell, and you know I can get the job done. It's a win-win deal for both of us." Asad stood, pulling out a cigarette. Staring out the window he saw semi-clad girls walking around weighing little white bags. It was the perfect little conveyor belt of pussy.

Zoya entered his mind, and he closed his eyes, forcing her back.

"You think your smart attitude is going to get you what you want?" Elijah asked.

"I can take my money elsewhere, Elijah. We don't need you to make deals with us. Sell us what we want, or we go elsewhere."

Keeping his back to the other man, Asad eyed up the women. Their dyed blonde hair and overly exposed bodies did nothing for him. He was going to go crazy if he didn't get some kind of release soon.

Gritting his teeth, he listened as Elijah started talking money and sales. Within the hour they were ready for a shipment to the club and he was travelling alongside Ayaan toward Ecstasy.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Ayaan asked. "We're a team, and you've been absent for the past couple of weeks."

"Nothing. Back off, Ayaan. I'm not interested in whatever shit you've got to say." He ran fingers through his hair. It was a Sunday night, and the city life was bursting with people trying to find an escape from their mundane lives.

"Back off? Back the f**k off. You've got to be kidding me. Ever since you stuck your d**k in that bitch you've been causing problems."

Without thinking he slammed his fist against Ayaan's face. The car swerved, and he lurched over grabbing the wheel. Drawing the car to the side of the road, Asad opened the door and climbed out.

"Get back in the car. I'm not in the mood for this shit." Holding onto the back of his head, Asad stared up at the dark sky.

"You almost killed us because of this need you have. Get your head in the game before you kill one of us. This only works because we're both on the same side." Ayaan spat the words at him, climbing behind the wheel. "Don't come back to the club until you're ready to admit you've got a problem."

Leaning against the car, he stared inside at his friend.

"What if I need to keep her?" Asad asked.

"Then you need to understand you're going to be putting her in danger. If you can accept that, then fine. I'm not going to say anything else. Step back from the car." Ayaan pulled away from the curb before Asad moved away. He watched his friend go, then headed toward his apartment within the center of the city.

He kept his hands into fists, waiting for the moment someone tried to take him on. No one approached him. Slamming into his apartment block, he ignored the doorman and took the stairs toward his place.

Once inside, he went straight for the beer in the fridge. Uncapping the lid, he returned to stare out of the city life. Zoya had left, and he'd not even tried to catch up with her. She was right. He hadn't respected her nor cared if she got pregnant. There were women who'd tried to get him take them without a condom, but he wouldn't sleep with those kinds of women.

How did he manage to get from one extreme to another? Some women would go out of their way to make him knock them up, yet Zoya lost her shit over it.

Rubbing at his eyes, he tried to push all memory of her out of his mind. He couldn't. The few times they'd f**ked she'd left a lingering mark on his soul. The tightness of her p***y, the sweetness of her touch would invade his thoughts when he least expected it.

Finishing off his first beer, he uncapped the second.

By the end of the night he knew he didn't have a choice. Tomorrow he needed to see her before he lost his shit and got either himself or Ayaan killed.

Collapsing onto the sofa, drunk, Asad passed out.

The following morning, he woke up to the mess of the empty beer bottles around his apartment and a bad taste in his mouth. Stumbling into his bathroom, he stared at his bloodshot eyes and bad hair.

Stepping into the shower, he didn't wait for the water to warm up. The freezing cold would help to wake him up.

His mouth tasted like shit. After brushing his teeth three times and staying under the freezing cold water for half an hour, he climbed out and got dressed. His door was ringing. With a towel wrapped around his waist he opened the door to Ayaan.

"Is it okay to come in, or are you going to hit me again?" Ayaan asked, sporting a black eye.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. There's no excuse for what I did." He opened the door wider to let his friend inside.

"We got the delivery today. Have you thought about what I said?"

"I'm going to go and see her. I can't leave this alone." Asad rubbed a hand down his face, blowing out a breath.

"Are you sure you don't just need another p***y to lose yourself in?" Ayaan asked.

"No other woman appeals to me. I'd have done it days ago if it would have worked." He started picking the bottles up.

"She's going to get us killed, Asad."

Asad shook his head. "She's not. Zoya, she's different, man."

"That's the problem. She doesn't know this life. Cops sniffing around trying to make a name for themselves will go to her. You've got to let her know not to talk." Ayaan took a seat, pushing the bottles off his sofa.

"Let's take this one step at a time. You could help me," he said.

"Why would I help you? This is your mess. I didn't do anything." Ayaan leaned back in his seat, letting out a sigh. "You've got to love this life."

Rolling his eyes, Asad picked up the bottles then walked into his bedroom and put on some clothes.

By the time he made his way back to the main sitting room, Ayaan had passed out on his sofa.

Deciding to leave Ayaan where he was, he grabbed his jacket and headed out.

Leaving his car in the parking lot, he took the time to walk.

Walking helped to clear his head and also gave him the time to brush off the drink. He stopped in a bakery to grab a coffee and a sandwich. When he got to the jewelry store, he was feeling revitalized and ready to face battle. It was after ten in the morning, and already the city was alive with activity.

Stepping up to the door he saw Lydia and Zoya were inside.

His woman was at one of the glass cabinets in the corner away from the window with a chart in her hand. Her hair was tied at the back, and her jacket was off showing off the white shirt and black skirt she wore. The uniform highlighted her fuller figure.

As he opened the door, Lydia looked up and glared.

He stepped inside and waited for Zoya to turn around.

Seconds passed, and she looked over her shoulder. The blue of her eyes shot anger toward him.

"Lydia, deal with him, will you?" Zoya turned back to her chart.

"Come near me, and I will hurt you," Asad said.

He didn't give Lydia a second glance and walked up close to Zoya.

"You're invading my space."

"I've given you a week to calm down."

She chuckled. "I'm not calm, Asad. Leave before this gets ugly." Zoya kept her head bent over the chart she was looking at.

She was pissed, but he was a master at getting what he wanted.

****

Asad stood too close, and she was still pissed at him. Her traitorous body didn't care though. All her body cared about was how he'd feel pounding inside her like he had that one day they were together. Late at night her dreams were filled of him and only him.

He invaded her thoughts when she didn't want him there and pissed her off because all she wanted to do was forget about him.

Licking her lips, she pressed the end of the pen to her lip as she read the same set of numbers three times in a row. He hadn't moved away from her.

His large body covered her as he closed in around her.

"I'm not going anywhere."

She looked up at him. "What do you want?"

"Have you gotten your period yet?"

Glaring at him, she shook her head. "No, I haven't. Thanks for reminding me how much I hate you."

Pushing past him she signaled to Lydia that she was going in the back. Anything that put distance between them she was thankful for.

The door hadn't closed, and Asad followed her through.

"You can't be here," she said, placing the chart on the table beside her.

"I'm not leaving."

"Let me guess, you're not leaving until you get what you want."

"It's the way I work."

Turning her head, she stared at the wall while she thought of what to say to him. "You're an a**hole," she said.

"I know."

Gritting her teeth, she took a step away. "You're wasting your time."

"I can't get you out of my mind, Zoya. I've been with a lot of women. I lost count of the number of women I've f**ked and forgotten. I can f**k all of them, and yet none of them left me feeling like this." He placed a hand on the wall, trapping her against his body and the desk. "You're different. It has been a week, and I can't look at another woman without thinking about you."

"You used me. You disrespected me and my body." Tears filled her eyes as she thought about it. She didn't know if it was the right time of the month.

"Whatever happens I'll take care of it."

"I won't have an abortion."

"I wasn't suggesting an abortion. You're not killing any kid of mine."

Tears fell down her cheeks, and she wiped them away. "You don't get it. When I was going to get pregnant, I had every intention of being married and in love with that man."

He paused, staring at her.

"I know, it was a stupid, girly fantasy, but it was what I wanted." She laughed even though she wasn't finding anything funny. "My parents were in love. I wanted what they had, and you've taken that away from me."

She dropped her hands to her side.

"Zoya?"

"No, you've taken that away from me because even if I'm pregnant I know you're not going to marry me, and not only that, I don't want you to marry me out of pity. There is no love between us, Asad."

She backed away until the edge of the desk stopped her. He invaded the last few inches of personal space she had.

"I'll marry you if it will make you feel better. Don't shut me out."

"I don't want to be around you, Asad. You're poison, and I can't have that in my life." He stayed close even as she insulted him.

Swallowing past the lump in her throat, he nodded.

"Fine. I'll give you space to work, but I'm not going away. I'll be here when you get off work at five." He wheeled around and left her alone.

Glancing through the glass partition she saw him leave the shop. Opening the door, she found Lydia waiting for her.

"What was all that about?" Lydia asked.

"He wants to see me again." She'd wiped the tears from her face before Asad left. Lydia wouldn't know she'd shed a tear.

"Did something happen between the two of you?"

"No, nothing. He just wants to see me again. I'm going to finish work."

Turning back to the office, she picked up the file and started to work on the orders and mark up their products. Her hands were shaking from her encounter with Asad. She didn't want anything to do with him even as her body did.

She knew he could make her scream and beg him for more.

Pressing a palm to her head, she closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.

"Think about something else, Zoya. This is not the end."

When she was back under control she started to finish her work. At lunchtime she released Lydia out of the shop and stayed behind to eat her own food. The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Several people entered the store, and over half of them left without a single item to buy. She was used to people entering, looking around, then leaving. The jewelry store wasn't for everyone.

At five o'clock she dreaded leaving the shop. Asad stood outside waiting for her. She and Lydia had already handed over the store to the other workers.

"You don't have to go out to him if you don't want to. Call the cops and tell them he's stalking you," Lydia said.

"It's okay. It's stupid to not face him." She offered a smile to her friend then took the lead exiting the store. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Lydia looked doubtful. Her friend didn't try to stop her, which she was happy about. Once she exited the store, Asad threw the cigarette to the ground.

Saying goodbye to her friend, Zoya started walking in the direction of her apartment.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I've told you I'm not giving up easily." He stepped beside her, walking in time with her strides. "I know I disrespected you and your body. I want you to forgive me."

"I could be pregnant, Asad." She stopped, turning to him. Poking him in the chest, she allowed him to see all the hurt he caused. "I didn't get a choice in that. You took that choice away from me."

"And I'm sorry. However, you're going to have to see that you need me here."

"Why?"

"That baby will be half mine. I'm not going to turn my back on my own baby."

His admission surprised her. "You'd stick by me for your baby."

"I've never been a dad. I've not got any wife waiting for me to come home. If you're pregnant then I'll put my name to him or her."

She leaned back. "Really?"

"Yes." He reached out to cup her cheeks. "I'm not going anywhere, baby. You've got me, and the baby has me for life."

"You don't mean that." She jerked out of his arms and started walking toward her apartment.

"I do mean that."

"You're a man who owns a nightclub. Shouldn't you have other women to bother?"

"No other woman has been a virgin, Zoya. Not only were you a virgin but I did come inside you, twice."

Stopping once again in the middle of the street, she glared at him. "You have no right to say that to me."

Hitching her bag up on her shoulder, she turned away from him.

"Shit, Zoya, look, I'm sorry."

"I don't want to hear it. All you care about is yourself."

He kept following her only this time he did it in silence. She wanted to slap him or at least hurt him. What kind of man did what he did?

What about you? Shouldn't you have asked about the condom first?

She'd been so nave to trust him. When he'd given her a mind shattering orgasm and he climbed between her thighs, she'd assumed he put one on then.

Stupid!

Stupid!

Stupid!

All too soon she was outside of her apartment. With Asad behind her she didn't reach for her pepper spray. He was far more threatening than any person within the building. Even she didn't want to mess with him.

She took the stairs as the elevator was broken.

He was still behind her as she placed her key in the lock and turned. There was nothing for her to do other than let him inside. He was far stronger than she was, and he'd already let himself inside once before using force.

Locking the door, she placed the key on the hook beside the door before walking straight to her kitchen to fill up the kettle.

Zoya looked toward the sitting room to see Pearl sprawled out on one of her chairs.

"What are you hoping to achieve?" she asked, finally turning toward the man who'd invaded her life as much as he had her body.

Would a baby really be a bad thing?

She didn't think it would be a bad thing, providing he or she had both parents. Staring at Asad, she didn't know the first thing about him and couldn't be sure if he'd stick around for any child they had.

"I want you back in my bed without waiting for you to leave it every chance you get." He folded his arms over his chest. Her gaze was drawn to all the ink he possessed. Again, did a standard businessman display his ink to the world? She must have watched way too many movies and stereotyped the perfect businessman.

"You crossed the line," she said.

"I want you in my bed. You may as well give me what I want, Zoya. If you're knocked up, then there's no getting rid of me."

And they said romance was dead!

This update specially dedicated to "JILLU" and "GEETA"

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