This chapter is from Christian's POV. It contains a lot of smut. Seriously. Consider yourself warned!
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'Yes Zainab… No Zainab… Of course Zainab, I'll take care of it… Stop worrying will ya? I've got it all under control. You just enjoy your day off and leave us to it… Alright… Yes I'm sure! Bye'
I disconnect the call and roll my eyes at my phone incredulously. You would think the woman would be glad of some time away from Masala Queen. Jane had been. Let hem enjoy themselves with their husbands and leave Sy and me to take care of ourselves. Speaking of Syed, where the fuck is he? I check the time. He's late. I'm a bit disappointed, but I decide to get things started so that we won't have to waste precious time working when we could be doing… other things.
The last couple of days have been alternating between pure bliss and pure torture. When I'm with Syed, I feel happier than I've ever felt. I love him, I really do. I haven't dared tell him that of course, for fear of scaring him off. The way he acts around me though, the way that I sometimes catch him looking at me, I could swear that he loves me back. Patience Christian, I tell myself.
The pure torture kicks in the moment he tells me has to go. Every time he does, I'm reminded of the fact that I'm not part of his life. Not really. He just sneaks away from his own life every now and then and comes and hide with me. My flat, my bed, my arms, are like his sanctuary. And although I repeatedly ask myself what the hell I think I'm doing, I could never refuse him his shelter.
I have no idea where this is going. Or actually, I know exactly where this is going. Nowhere. Absolutely nowhere. He's engaged, happily planning his marriage. I find that so baffling, that I sometimes manage to convince myself it can't be true. Or if it is, he won't go through with it. Will he? There's no way that he can just walk away from me, from us, from what we share. Is there? I sigh. These kinds of thoughts will do nothing but drive me crazy. One minute I'm sure he'll one day leave his old life behind and walk towards the sunset with me, at other times I fear he's just using me. I fear that he doesn't love me at all. If he did, could he treat me like this? Like I'm his dirty little secret? But then he'll look at me… He'll smile and look at me, and I think I see the depth of his feelings in those beautiful dark, soft eyes. It's those eyes that kill me every single time.
I chop the coriander with measured movements, taking out my frustration on the poor herbs. I could kick myself for going down this train of thoughts again. Every second I'm away from him, my brain goes into overdrive. He loves me, I just know he does. Doesn't he? No, it's nothing but a great shag for him, isn't it? No it's more than that obviously. Is it though? Aaaaaargh! I'm driving myself crazy. I slap myself repeatedly on the forehead with the heel of my hand, trying to physically force myself to stop. If only he was here, I could stop thinking and start… Again I wonder where he is. I check the time. He's over 30 minutes late. This is getting ridiculous. I'm actually starting to get annoyed now. I grab my phone and call him.
'Hello?'
'Syed! Where the fuck are you? I'm on my own here remember? You promised you'd help me with the preparations for the Patel wedding!'
'Christian?'
'Yes of course it's me. Now get your arse over here Sy!'
'Hmmm… yeah… sorry, can't'
This is unexpected. For a few seconds, I just stand there, open mouthed, looking at my phone. What's going on here? When I find my voice again, I ask hesitantly:
'You… can't? Er… Why not?'
I can hear him chuckle on the other side of the line. Bastard. I don't know what the hell is going on, but if he thinks I'm going to just accept this, he's sadly mistaken. I'm about to tell him that, when he starts speaking again.
'I can't because I'm… busy'
That last word is spoken with a satisfied little sigh.
'You're… busy' I repeat, not knowing what else to say.
'Hmhm' he confirms. I can hear him shifting and I think I hear… are those the rustle of sheets? The bloody cheek!
'Syed', I start, not bothering to conceal my irritation, 'are you in bed?'
'Might be. Hmmm… I wonder how that happened?' he responds, annoyingly friendly.
'I don't care how it happened, just get your lazy bum out of bed and get over here now!' I demand, quickly losing patience with this conversation.
'Can't. You see, I'm just a little bit naked right now' he confesses cheerfully.
Not fair! Immediately my brain is assaulted with images of his gorgeous naked form, sprawled on top of a messed up bed. I can feel my cock stir appreciatively as I zoom in on some of his more enticing body parts.
'Christian? Are you still there?'
Shite.
'Yeah. I mean yes, yes I'm here. It's you that isn't here, where he's supposed to be. I'm here, you know, as promised. Fully dressed an' all. You're, you know, not…'
God I'm babbling. Quick Christian, pull yourself together man!
'Sy, come on now. You've had your fun. We've got things to do here'.
'We have things to do here as well Christian. Important things. Things that can't, you know, wait'.
His voice sounds husky and seductive. Just the sound of his voice is enough for shudders of desire to ripple through me. My uniform is feeling very restrictive right now. I stifle a moan as I feel all the blood leaving my brain, travelling south with haste.
'Sy', I groan, 'what are you doing to me?'
'Nothing… yet. I have some stuff in mind though. And some stuff I want you to do to me as well… What are you waiting for Christian?'
I can't help but laugh.
'Yeah because your mum would really like that, wouldn't she? If I came over, rang the bell, hurried past her up the stairs and threw myself into your bed'
I'm so wound up by now, that I'm almost tempted to do exactly that.
'Oh, didn't I tell you? Silly me. I'm not in my bed. I'm in yours. Lying here. Naked. Waiting for you'.
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'What took you so long?'
I would answer his question, but I have currently lost the ability of speech. I'm not sure how I got here. One minute, I'm on the phone, talking to Syed, the next I'm standing in my flat, looking at him. I mean, really looking at him. He's lying there, in my bed, on top of the sheets. Naked. Provocatively naked. He is lying on his left side, his head propped up by his elbow, legs slightly bent and separated. His hand is stroking the sheets enticingly. His erection is nicely displayed, flushed a dark pink, straining against his belly. My arousal has become near painful by now. The sly smile on his lips betrays that he knows exactly what he's doing to me. Bastard, I think again.
'Are you just going to stand there?' he inquires innocently, arching an eyebrow.
I shake my head and take a few steps in his direction. He laughs softly at my silent compliance. The sound zings through me, forcing an embarrassingly needy whine from my throat. His eyes darken at the sound.
'I think you're a little bit overdressed, don't you? Now as sexy as the blue and white of the Masala Queen uniform is, I prefer you to like, not wear it. Take it off' he clarifies.
That sounds like a marvellous idea, so I start tearing at my clothes. Unfortunately, my hands are shaking and I make no progress at all. The need to express my frustration helps me finally regain the power of speech.
'I can't. Help me out here Sy' I beg.
'Come here'
I paddle over to the bed and accept his help gratefully. He gets up on his knees, wiggles his way to the edge of the bed and starts undressing me in swift movements. He lets his hands do the work as his eyes stay locked with mine. I helpfully raise arms, lift legs, step out of shoes, trousers, pants and am naked within seconds. He glances me over, smiles with relish and tugs on my arm to let me fall on top of him.
And then we are nothing but a heap of entangled limbs and body parts, rolling around on my big, soft bed. My body has no need of my malfunctioning brain as instinct takes over and I embrace the man I love. I kiss, lick and bite the skin of his neck and shoulders. I know I'm leaving marks, but I don't care. He throws his head back and moans, pushing his body flush against mine. My hands slide down to cup his buttocks without thought. They feel like they were made to fit into my hands. Our gasping breaths and desperate groping tell me that we have little time. I feel like I will burst if I'm not inside him within seconds. I'm about to slide a finger in search of his entrance, but he bats my hand away. Confused, I look into his eyes. Does he not want this? But the look in his eyes reassures me.
'No need' he says smugly. 'I had some time to kill, waiting for you to get your arse over here. I used it wisely'.
I almost choke as I imagine him lying there, waiting for me, preparing himself for me. I crush his lips with mine. As I push my tongue into his mouth, I slowly thrust myself into him. I sigh into his mouth blissfully as he fully envelops me with his warmth. I flip myself on my back, letting Syed straddle me. He releases my mouth and sits up. Then he starts to move. As I drift mindlessly on the waves of his movements, I drink in the sight of him. Syed. My Syed. His eyes are closed, his mouth open, his face an example of pure concentration. He raises himself up and lets himself drop down again. Not able to remain still, I push my hips up, meeting him halfway. We are quiet, our movements speeding up until they are nothing but a blur. The strangled cry he lets out at his release brings on my own climax. My teeth are clamped together and my body spasms underneath his. As he slowly lowers himself on top of me, I know that this is worth it. Whatever happens, whatever future lies ahead of us, this is worth it.
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You can't say I didn't give you fair warning ;-)
