Chapter 14
Time passed slowly, and Asad took the time to look for houses to arrange their wedding. Lydia and Ayaan both agreed to be their witnesses. Zoya refused to have a big wedding, and she didn't want a honeymoon either. Looking for a place to live was also proving to be rather difficult, or the truth was, Zoya was being difficult. The places they'd visited she found something wrong with them.
The rooms were too small, the garden too dangerous or the price too steep. He was patient knowing he was taking her out of her comfort zone. Ayaan wasn't sticking his nose in to shit that didn't concern him, and work was moving by peacefully. He hated the peace.
Thinking about his friend, he was reminded of the time he'd told Ayaan he was going to pay a visit to Lydia. Ayaan had gotten angry and told him to leave shit well enough alone.
In all of his life, he'd never been able to leave shit alone. Taking a visit to her place one night he found Lydia alone. He warned her what talking would do. She wasn't going to be telling anyone. The thought of losing Zoya or his kid because of someone running their mouth filled him with fear. He couldn't lose either of them. When he was at the club late at night, his thoughts would always return to Zoya. She was his reason for continuing on with his life.
She gave him a reason for fighting another day to keep the bad shit at bay. The rumor mill was running riot with news of his upcoming wedding. He employed a guard to keep Zoya safe whenever he wasn't there. She didn't know she was being followed, but he'd always been overly cautious. As the days passed, turning into weeks, she stopped being so cold toward him. Last night they shared his bed, and she didn't push him away. He felt closer to her than ever before.
On the thirtieth house when Zoya found more than three reasons not to live there he lost his temper. When the realtor left the room he turned on her.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked.
She turned toward him. "I'm not doing anything."
"Every house we've been to is a problem. I want to know what your game is. Are you going to wait until you're ready to drop to pick a place or are we going to go around in circles?"
Zoya looked at the floor. He saw the red in her cheeks.
"You were."
"No, I mean yes. Erm, I didn't want you to make a rash decision." She tucked some hair behind her ear. "Buying a house is a huge deal, and I'm not going to be able to be part of it. This is your decision, but I don't want you to come home one night hating the fact I've stolen you away from your life."
Staring at her, Asad tried to see if she was telling him the truth or lying. "This is all about me?"
"Lydia told me you're not the man to settle down. This was before you told me the truth. I don't want you to think that I got pregnant on purpose." She was fidgeting where she stood.
Reaching out, he cupped her cheeks. "Baby, I'm the one who forgot protection. If anything, I don't want you to hate me." He pulled her within his arms. "I've been giving you time to get accustomed to me."
"You've not touched me, Asad. Ever since you found out about me carrying your child you've been cold toward me." Tears filled her eyes, and he watched them fall. He wiped her tears away.
This was all a big misunderstanding.
"I've been giving you space, baby. if I'd known you wanted me I'd have been on you sooner. After everything we've been through I didn't want you to think I was using you."
She smiled. "You were being sweet?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, don't tell anyone. I lose my mind when I'm around you. And I've got a hard rep to keep up."
Wrapping his arms around her, he stroked her cheek.
Zoya opened her mouth then closed her lips. He wondered what she was going to say before she stopped.
"Pick a house, baby."
"This one."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I like the size and the garden." She rested her head against his chest. "I think this one is perfect."
Stroking a hand down her back, he inhaled the scent of her. This was heaven to him. He couldn't live without her, and he needed to keep her close to him, protect her.
"Can we go back to your place?" she asked.
"We can go back to my place. I'll go and speak to the realtor." Cupping her cheek, he dropped his head and kissed her lips. "Go and get in the car."
He joined her in the car after he dealt with the house. Zoya was sitting waiting for him with some soft tunes on. Asad didn't waste any time heading toward his apartment. Ayaan was in charge of business while he spent time with Zoya.
She didn't speak as he navigated traffic. His c**k was rock hard at the chance of being with her. Tapping his hand on the wheel he tried to think of something else while the time passed.
"Did you like the house?" she asked.
"Yes."
Would she be wet for him? Every time he touched her, she melted against him even when she tried to be cold toward him.
"I want you, Asad."
He chanced a glance toward her. She rested her head on the seat and smiled.
"Baby, I'm holding on by a f**king thread here. Tell me if you're being serious."
"Yes, I want you." She let out a little moan. "What have you done to me?"
"I'm not going to complain." He parked up at the underground parking facility. In quick time he had her out of the car and was escorting her toward the elevator. He didn't waste any time in talking to the security guard.
The elevator ride took so long that he thought he was going to lose his mind. He held her arm as he made his way down the long corridor. Inserting the key, he opened the door and closed it by pressing Zoya up against it.
"Tell me this isn't what you want and I'll stop," he said. In his mind he was begging for her to tell him to continue.
"I don't want you to stop."
"Tell me to f**k you." He pushed the jacket she wore from her shoulders.
"F**k me, Asad."
Growling, he tugged her close and started to tear at her clothes to get her naked. He needed to feel her close against him.
"Please," she said, moaning. Zoya attacked his clothes, and for several minutes they were all hands and mouths as they moved together across the room. He was careful not to hurt her, taking his time as he moved into the bedroom.
Stepping out of his jeans, he watched her wiggle and remove her underwear. There was no real sign of her pregnancy yet, but that would come within weeks. He looked forward to seeing her with a rounded bump showing off his child.
"F**k, Zoya, I need you. It has been too damn long."
She charged at him, circling his neck and dragging his lips down to hers. "Please, no more talking. Take me, f**k me."
Dropping her to the bed, he crawled up the bed and opened her thighs. He stared at the perfection of her p**sy staring up at him.
"Asad?"
"Shh, I'm going to taste this pretty p***y of mine."
He opened the lips of her to see her c**t swollen glinting at him, begging for him to suck.
Sinking down onto his front, he licked the creaminess of her s**t. The taste of her exploded on his tongue. "So beautiful." He muttered the words against her p**sy.
Asad sucked her c**t into his mouth, biting her, then smashing his tongue against her nub. She cried out and thrashed underneath him. He held her down with his grip on her hips as he tongued her.
"Please ... please ... please ..." She begged him over and over again. He loved hearing the sounds from her.
Sliding his tongue into her core, he plundered her warmth, drinking her down.
He changed his movements, first plunging into her core then sliding up to stroke her c**t. Asad moved up and down, drawing her closer and closer to orgasm. His c**k was rock hard. He was desperate to be inside her.
Forcing himself to take his time, Asad dined on the sweetness of her c**t. She thrust up to his waiting tongue, and he licked her out.
He flicked his tongue over her, and she splintered apart in his arms. Holding her down, he forced her into a second orgasm before he released her body.
"Do you feel better, baby?" he asked.
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"Yes, I do." Zoya had been waiting for him to make the first move. She didn't know what to do to get him to see that she wanted him. Did she go to him or wait until he made the first move? Did he even want her now that she was pregnant with his kid?
Nothing made any sense to her. He kept his distance when they were looking at the variety of houses. She felt like he was there in person but in his mind elsewhere. Watching him crawl up her body, she smiled down at him. He had this look on his face that made things inside her tighten.
"If you ever need me I'm always here and prepared to do whatever needs to be done for you." He rested between her thighs.
When he kissed her lips, she licked her cream from his chin, moaning as she did.
"Do you like the taste of yourself?" he asked.
She nodded, kissing him back.
He ran his hands down the side of her body going to her hips. He plundered her mouth with his tongue. Opening her mouth, she accepted him inside, whimpering as he rubbed against her. The length of his c**k was between the lips of her sex rubbing up and down. He bumped her c**t making her gasp.
Asad kissed from her mouth down to her neck then back up again. "God, I love the taste of you."
She whimpered as he continued to bump her c**t and send the pleasure shooting through her body. "Please, Asad, f**k me."
He reached between them, and she watched him grip his c**k then place the tip at her entrance. Lying back, she stared up into his eyes. Dark eyes that had once scared her now made her feels things that terrified her. Over the weeks they'd been together, house hunting, getting to know one another, she'd somehow managed to fall in love with him. When no one was around to witness them together, Asad was one of the nicest, sweetest men she knew.
Slamming in deep, he groaned as she gasped. He was so deep within her that it took pleasure to a completely different dimension.
"Zoya, I love you."
His words took her so completely by surprise that she stopped thrusting up against him and stared. "What?"
"I love you. I've loved you from the first moment I saw you." He pushed the hair off her face. "I want this, baby. I want you in my life, with my ring on your finger as my wife." He kissed her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth.
"You're being serious?" she asked, pulling away.
"I've never been more serious in my life. I know my line of work is dangerous, but your protection is the most important. I will take care of you and look after you for the rest of our lives."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I'm asking you to marry me, not just because you're pregnant but because you love me and you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you."
She smiled, cupping his cheek. "I love you, Asad."
He took her lips in another searing kiss before she could say anything else.
"I know I don't deserve your love, but I promise you I'll work for the rest of my life to make it better for you. I'll make up for the mistakes I've made."
Zoya pressed a finger to his lips. "Shut up and kiss me. I don't need anything fancy from you. All I need is you." She leaned up and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth at the same time as she held him close.
He pulled out of her body only to slam back inside her.
She whimpered, breaking from the kiss to moan.
"That's it, baby. You're so beautiful," he said. He glided a hand down her body to stroke her.
Wrapping her thighs around him, she went to the peak within seconds sliding into oblivion with such ease.
"So perfect," he said, f**king her harder than ever before. There was no stopping him as he climbed toward his own orgasm. She held him close as he grunted, his c**k jerking within her as his seed pumped deep inside her.
When it was over, he didn't pull away, but he tugged her close holding her tightly.
"I can't believe you love me".
"Not only do I love you, Zoya, you're in here," he said, pressing her hand to his chest. She felt his heart beating rapidly against his palm.
"I don't want to know about your other businesses, Asad. Providing you stay safe and come back to me, I don't wish to know about anything else," she said. She'd thought about it long and hard. Zoya loved Asad the man, not the pimp, drug dealer, or whatever the hell he was into.
"Then I won't tell you about it. I'm not going to hide what I do from you, though." He took her hand within his, and she gave him a squeeze.
"Okay," she said, snuggling in against him. Running her fingers over his chest, she smiled.
He may not be all that perfect, but he was perfect enough for her. Even men with dubious lifestyles deserved to be happy.
THE END
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Edited by shailu123 - 9 years ago
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