Aisha
"I had much rather walk all the miles home even if my legs give out. " I spat.
His shoulders sagged and he sighed looking heavenward. "Look, I know you don't want me driving you home and I get you don't want to be around me right now but please can we be civil about this?" He pleaded.
"So you trying to insinuate I'm not civil about this? Wow...." I scoffed and looked away.
"No it's not like that. I..." he sighed rubbing his temple. I know right now I was being very irrational and difficult but something in me just won't let up. "...It's being over 3years or more now. won't you let it go... Are u going to loathe and reproach me for the rest of our lives?" He asked sadly.
"I've told you before, you give yourself too much importance in things affecting me." I replied.
"Do I though? Because you keep saying that when I didn't say that." He retorted
That made me falter.... Was that true? Was i still holding on and blaming him just to ease or suppress whatever feelings I had lingering?
I scoffed and looked away muttering under my breath. "Jackass." Rolling my eyes as I crossed my arms in contempt.
"Ok. Clearly you're not going to comply." He said walking towards me.
"What are you doing?" I asked taking a step back.
"You think I'm going to let you walk through the night all those miles home just because you're too stubborn and throwing a tantrum?" He sassed
I scoffed at his accusations. "It's my decision to walk or take a car home. Are my legs not mine?"
"Stop being childish let's go to the car." He said annoyed.
"Ohh from throwing a tantrum to being childish? Maybe you should head home without this child." I said pointing towards me. I turned on my heel, walking away and heard him groaned exasperated. But I didn't care. I didn't hear gravel crunches following me so I assumed he had given up but his car zoomed and stopped right before me bringing me to an abrupt stop. I stared at him in disbelieve as he lowered the glass to talk.
"Get in." He ordered but I hissed.
"Are you insane? Were you trying to run me over?"
"I wouldn't have. Now get in the car less you want me to carry you."he repeated.
"You wouldn't dare." I dared
He stepped out and walked towards me rather determined. "Michael." I said in a warning tone but he grabbed me from my thighs before I could fight back and lifted me off the ground. "Put me down." I protested hitting his back and shoulders. Trying to wriggle out of his hold. "Let go of me Michael!" But he wouldn't budge. When did he become so freakishly strong? And his back,... was it always this broad and it felt much more muscular than before? What was I even saying. "Let me... ah" I yelped and stiffened at him spanking me.
What the hell?
"Quit resisting woman." He said with finality before dropping me into the passenger seat next to the driver's seat. I bit my lip still dumbstruck by what just happened. He slammed the door shot and walked over to the other side of the car and got in without a word as he closed his door shot and turned on the locks on the doors. I finally managed to look at him with a scowl.
"Can't have you running away now or jumping out the car on the way." He replied simply.
"Are you serious? I wouldn't do that"
"Can never be too sure with you these days ." He grumbled gripping tight on the wheel till his knuckles turned white. "You're making doubt all what I thought I knew about you. But one thing I'm sure of is you're very unpredictable and crazy when you get annoyed." He said rubbing the back of his neck and I looked down to my hands only now just realizing how tight I held unto my dress. I reluctantly let go and breath in shakily.
That was true, I tend to act out of character when I'm upset. But that was the least of my concerns at the moment... my treacherous body was turned on by the spank he gave me earlier and I still had lingering feeling at the place of contact. And my cheeks warmed just at the thought of it. I clenched my thighs and touched my cheeks trying to cover them up but failed pathetically.
I heard him sigh deeply then spoke up.
"I'm sorry about earlier, I..." he tried touching my hand but I pulled away and he frowned. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped and closed his eyes calming down a little. "I'm sorry. " he sighed. "That was totally out of line."
"It's fine. " I replied immediately.
Was it though? You're engaged and he touched you inappropriately. Not intentionally ofcourse. But that turned you on that's why you want to let it slide.
He looked a bit surprised and I understand him. Because knowing me, I wouldn't let that slide for anyone but now...
"I really shouldn't..." he begun but I stopped him. Shaking my head no.
I grabbed his hand in mind "Michael it's fine." I reassured him looking into his eyes. Probably a tad bit longer than I should have but can you blame me? This beautiful male specimen had the most gorgeous eyes I had ever seen. I pulled my hands off rapidly and apologized looking away.
He let out a defeated sigh. "You shouldn't apologize. I was out of line and there were better ways of going about this situation. "
"No, I'm sorry. I was being childish and obstinate for no reason." I replied. And we both chuckled at the situation. The palpable tension seem to just melt away after we apologized. Yes, we had a feud years back but we should be able to move past that and I reckon I haven't completely moved past that. And maybe he hasn't too. We didn't exactly have any proper closure after our rather harsh break. And all I've been doing is shotting him down everytime he brings it up or walk away. Maybe it was already too late for closure and making up... most of all. Maybe I fear what it may lead to...
He pushed a loose hair that fell on my face and his features softened. For a split second, the urge to kiss made my eyes drop to his luscious pink lips. I licked my patched lips and swallowed a lump in my throat.
What was I thinking?
"It's late, I should take you home." He whispered his hand still on the side of my face. I didn't even realize when I leaned into his touch. He large warm palm that always soothed me before... I see that had not changed. But he had changed.... Alot even.
He looked to have grown bigger with his muscles being more prominent. His large frame always made me feel secure rather than cower at his imposing stature. His broad shoulders and large chest which were once my favorite place of solace. His wide arms which always provided warmth and comfort everytime they wrapped around small frame. His hair which he always had a man bun always made me wonder about the length. I had sometimes daydream about running my hands through it's soft silky length as I rubbed soothing circles on his scalp. He used to love that before, but I wonder if he still does now. He had even grown a healthy beard which framed his angular cheeks. He had always been a beautiful man but right now, was plain dreamy. Like he was carved out of a woman's wet dream...
I should really stop. That's inappropriate for a soon to be wedded woman to fantasize about a man who isn't hers...
"Yeah we should." I replied weakly still looking into his eyes.
My heart was doing crazy back flips in my chest when he stared into my soul and I felt naked and vulnerable to his heated gaze. I feared the worst may not have been me hurling out my dinner over his pristine suit and in his plush car but me literally throwing myself at his feet and jumping his bones.
I blinked a couple of times to break my trance before blurting out. "My fiance would be waiting for me." At that, his hand immediately dropped and he looked down disappointed.
"You're right. " he said gravely. "What's the address? " he asked in a monotone. I felt my heart constrict at how sour the atmosphere had turned but I had to do it. Before I did something I would regret. I quietly mumbled my address and we immediately took off.
The drive was pin drop silent and the tension was so thick you could cut through with a knife. Whatever idea of me breaking the ice immediately died in my throat whenever I took one glance at him. There was an instance when he caught he look at him furtively and asked if I wanted to say something but I shook my head no immediately. I couldn't wait for us to reach.