|| 10. PAIZE 1 ♥ ||
Omar blinked ascertaining his confirmation “That’s the plan. One room. Single. I’ll ping Jojo she’s waiting for us with Rosafina”
“Oh ya. I.. I am hungry!” saying she sprang from his arms. Turning her back at him she looked outside at the beach wanting to calm her pounding heart
Two senior hotel leaders Rosafina and Sasha joined the conference room with Jojo. The group’s meeting revolved around the escalation on the reported misbehavior of the hotel associate.
Outlining the misdemeanor of their employee, Rosafina apologized to Omar adding “..we do not tolerate such behavior. I have also been informed that Tate intercepted the delivery of flowers last night taking them directly to Jojo. I’ll work with Indigo to handle the formalities we have discussed. My senior vice president of operations Sasha will be effectively looking into all your arrangements and departure”
The young woman gave a light nod in their direction “I echo Rosafina ma’am. It’s a shame for us and I will ensure this matter is properly handled. Can I arrange any services immediately for you and your wife?”
The words ‘your wife’ had Mohana’s face blush deeply at the continued misunderstanding of their staff. Unsure if Omar was going to correct them this time her silver eyes attempted to steal a courageous glance from the handsome man. Instead she found him turned towards her, his husky murmur checking “Hm?”
Her disordered breathing caused a tumbling chaos looking into his twinkling black spheres. Managing a quick negation “Mhmm” Mohana steered her gaze to the conference table.
Acknowledging Sasha and Rosafina, Omar relayed “We’re good, appreciate your looking into the matter”
The staff members ran their heartfelt apologies at the discomforting experience for the couple they thought to be on their honeymoon. Handing over the reigns of the discussion to Jojo, Omar reached for Mohana.
Capturing her delicate hand in his hold he guided them beyond the confines of conference room. Having surfaced from it’s gloom her heart thumped for the magnificent man accompanying her.
Amidst the few hotel guests crossing the skyway, he halted them right outside the dining hall reserved for the Sophista team. Turning her hand gently in his hold Omar rested her palm on his heart pulling her in a hug. Her innocent silver eyes fixedly stared at him forgetting the existence of anyone else beyond them.
Her forehead brushed his chiseled jaw when he leaned closer to whisper “No one can have the jacket that’s ours because it has never been in production. What’s mine, is always mine. See you soon” with that he turned to walk the length of the skywalk leaving Mohana to glow scarlet.
The sensations of his husky whisper had her eyes follow each of his footstep until he turned along the curve making his way to the elevator banks.
Soren! I was dreaming about Soren. I only dream about him. And this jacket. Because he has this and all of the other jackets. In all the colors. And they are very warm. Her claim in their airplane, of Soren Rick owning the same jacket from Shaan Designs crazily echoed through her. Flustered at being caught Mohana gripped the tasseled swaying end of her saree.
Joining her team in the breakfast area, ordering for food, nibbling on a variety of recommendations from her staff, Mohana went along the course but nothing was able to deviate her from missing his touch. Uncurling her fist Mohana stared at it reminiscing the warmth from his chest when Jojo brought her a serving of small deserts “Miss Mohana, we have created a list of all the food items you’ve had but Leya feels desert sampling is not sufficient and she has recommended you try some of these too”
“List? Why are we creating that?” Mohana checked selecting a strawberry tart to taste
Munching on her own bite Jojo informed “Because you promised Omar”
“Oh! that. uhm that was..ya..” Mohana doubtfully looked at the long list that included particular details including priority order, whether she ate it with silver ware or not, how many bites she had munched, among other columns of information. She frowned looking at her personal assistant “We don’t really have to give it to him, I don’t even know how many bites I ate myself”
“Ya that’s all Indigo. Some others are savvy with details, estimations and what not. I only made the list but based on your eating pattern these other columns got calculated” Jojo informed partly impressed at the outcome
Mohana gulped “Right. And Indigo is here? In our Sophista breakfast room?”
“Not anymore which is why now am responsible to maintain all the columns. For example you only nibbled on that brownie because it’s not as good” reporting factually, Jojo made a note on the screen
Letting go of the brownie, Mohana murmured “Ya. Ya. I like the ones from your recipe”
“Yes Miss Mohana I’ll coordinate your favorite ones. The chef here is a such a big fan of Omar so it’ll be quite straightforward. You know everyone here is cheering on what a heartthrob Omar Shaan is! He refused to give his autograph to a weird fan who wanted it like directly on her breasts!” Jojo secretively informed, her eyes dancing full of pride at the famous celebrity
“Ya I was there, she was quite dramatic..” Mohana confirmed “..but he managed it compellingly, taking the crowd with him”
Jojo smiled happily “That’s so amazing, you saw him in action for real! He is the bestest and the most handsome ever, don’t you think so?”
“Sure whatever. ya that’s why Sophista wanted him on the December cover..” dismissing the shiver escaping her, Mohana requested “..but I was thinking about Soren and how he.. you know he’s very handsome too”
“But Miss Mohana it would be so difficult to compete Omar Shaan, the way he is so magnificently sexy, how he’s like this epitome of perfection and all his muscles, those abs are beyond pristine” Jojo dreamily declared offering a serving of tiramisu to her boss
Mohana dug her spoon into the mousse aiming for a deviation from the handsome man “Ya but at the end of the day, they’re all celebrities for Sophista and I have been thinking a lot about Soren! Can you ask Roja to pull all his pictures where Soren is wearing a leather jacket? And if he knows what brands Soren wears that will be the best”
“Right away Miss Mohana, Soren Rick tries to be a fashion icon so he is bound to be found wearing Shaan Designs whenever he can afford it and I will have Roja confirm on his other jackets too. I’ll also get Salm’s input” pulling her digital screen Jojo made a diligent note of the treat Mohana was eating
“Neat, that’ll be one thing out of my way..” giving her assistant a nod, her thoughts still fixated on her dream man, Mohana obediently reported of the dessert “..this is averagely nice but two spoons are enough”
“And these are small spoons because it’s overly sweet for both of us, but who knows if Omar and his Indigo like it” Jojo murmured, jotting down the details
“Ya, of course” puckering her lips Mohana twirled the tassels on her saree dismissing another shiver at ‘his Indigo’. Heaving a sigh she picked another item to taste. Although she will be in a single room tonight, Mohana decided that she needed to focus on her apparent shield Soren Rick and keep basic information handy for any future run-ins about the said jacket.
|| 10. PAIZE 2 ♥ ||
In the penthouse honeymoon suite ensuring all their belongings were packed and out of the way Omar rolled the black luggage bags to the side. Receiving the alert of their visitor, he closed the connecting door to the room Mohana had occupied.
At the secondary entrance of the penthouse honeymoon suite, holding a small bouquet of eighteen gaudy roses Tate gave the celebrity a compulsory smile. His eyes greedily peeped inside the room but unable to find Mohana, he offered “Sir, I brought these for ma’am”
“Do you remember having seen ma’am ever before?” Omar asked, blocking the door with his tall powerful frame
Tate sneakily looked through a corner for what was visible to him of the room, obsessively wanting to get a glimpse of the woman “Last night.. sir..” unconsciously he ran a tongue along his lips “..which is why I got so confused. Because she checked in with that steward and personal assistant and for goodness sake she doesn’t look like she’s married”
Flexing his fingers Omar reviewed the man ahead of him whose eyes were filled with lust wanting to land on Mohana “How far do you think your memory can serve?”
“Depends on how sexy sh..” Tate’s shameless chuckle got marred with a punch on his face
Taken by surprise Tate angrily formed a punch of his own reaching for Omar “She’ll be riding m..”
“Don’t dare” intervening, Omar halted the loose attempt of the associate’s punch in turn twisting his arm backwards
His expression remained extremely calm while bending the lewd man’s arm further. Omar casually spoke “Can your memory serve to a university party? A few years ago let’s say, in a world far far away from here?”
Trying to free himself Tate clenched hard on the gaudy rose bouquet. Defeated by Omar’s strength, he visibly slid on the floor yet spitefully sneered “Are you tracking her lovers..” another punch on his face made blood drip from his nose
“Don’t” Omar warned
Angrily Tate sniffed “Why! you’re not her only fuc..” his words suddenly got lost recognizing the snap of his own arm. Given the amount of pain rushing through him, Tate’s face distorted releasing a loud cry in the corridor
Omar cynically smirked at the man “I can only warn you so many times. But that’s only one arm and I am more than happy to set aside each of your limbs”
Furious Tate looked at his injured arm, dreadfully inspecting it. Wriggling with pain he spewed a challenge with all his might “You cannot hurt me! You’ll get in trouble, you are a rich celebrity and I can get you sued”
“We can try” Omar threatened landing a resounding slap on his face
Angrily attempting to unlock his shaken jaw, Tate spat “You’ll loose money for that one tight cu..?!” a punch on Tate’s face again shook him. Not giving the hotel associate a chance to recover, Omar grabbed his collar to land a blow on his stomach
Seizing his neck, Omar threatened “If you want a shorter sick leave you will tell me what you were doing in the university party”
“I don’t know what you are talking about. I am a native. I am from here. I have never even met her” Tate urgently spoke but his efforts to free himself landed in futility
Banging the limp man on the hallway wall, Omar challenged “Would you like to get charged with possession of illegal substances again?”
“That was incorrect! I only went to that university party to have some fun with friends” Tate immediately gave in, letting go of his pretense of acting unaware of the event
Omar almost chuckled “Friends? Let’s call Wendell Pitar to see if he remembers his friend”
“I don’t know who you are, but I don’t want to get into this mess of Pitar again..” Tate pleaded shaking his bruised face “..he is a spineless creep! I have nothing to do with him, he promised to pay me a lot of cash for bringing in exxenza that night. But then he sent his men to hit me and set the cops after me”
“Yet here you are misbehaving with hotel guests, pretending to forget the night ever happened?” Omar taunted him
Flustered with his face messed with tears and streaks of blood running through his lip and nose, Tate argued “But you have nothing on me anymore. I have been sober mostly, I am trying to stay clean. I am minding my business I only wanted to taste her..” a tight slap landed on Tate’s face
Bawling in pain Tate held the small bunch of roses protectively against his face. Discarding the stems on the floor, Omar disdainfully looked at the man “You’ll say only what’s necessary. How did Pitar contact you?”
“I have no idea what you want. That night my eyes were only on that one girl, there must be another man drilling your who..” halting the words Omar punched Tate’s dirty bleeding face “Wrong answer”
Closing his eyes in pain Tate breathed in a rush “Give me a snort, I’ll tell you everything” Omar’s foot met the man’s knee
Buckling him down Omar casually said “You’re not here at Wendell’s party” before letting his shoe hit the associate’s groin making Tate scream in anguish
Shakily covering the front of his slacks Tate managed to respond “His dad. Paul. Paul set us up. My cousin was hooking up with the old bastard. She said the money would be good”
Kicking the man on his ribs Omar demanded “And he gave you money to do what?”
“My job was to only get the Exxenza to the party and hand it over to Wendell. They were fools, they had never managed the potency but all I know Wendell was excited to get some news reporter chick high. I only gave the drink to that one girl, she was like an angel but I know she wasn’t your wife, she was different, very different” mewling in pain Tate provided all the information
Landing his foot on his chest Omar asked “How much did you give him?”
“Supply worth of a few years, if he’s not an idiot to stay stiff every second of his life by himself” Tate disgustingly informed sniffing on his own blood
Having received his answers Omar offhandedly offered “I can finish you right away because of what you have dared, or if you choose to live you can record a submission with proofs around this including names, supply, price and the entire narrative”
“You can’t be crazy to kill me for looking at your wif..” reasoning to himself Tate begged, but he earned another kick
Bending down Omar lifted the man with his now bloody shirt collar, his voice dripped with danger “I am crazy. I will gladly pull these dirty eyes out and slit you apart for daring to see what’s mine” another punch landed on his stomach before a smack on his eye made Tate cry louder
Woefully turning on the floor in misery, Tate pleaded “I didn’t know she’s married to you”
“And your intentions halted when you did?..” another slap followed “..that’s why you wanted to bring this hideous bouquet?” a punch landed on his stomach
“Only wanted one chance with her beaut..” this time Tate banged on the floor with a thud, his hand getting smushed under Omar’s shoe
“Hardly any more chances, if this hand also stops working. But you can always see the videos of where all your hands have been. Right under the desk of the welcome space” gritting his words Omar gave another blow at his groin
Screaming loudly Tate writhed with excruciating pain. He begged of Omar seeking mercy “Forgive me.. forgive me.. I’ll.. never..” a punch landed under his chin temporarily halting all noise from him. Omar smirked at the man “That I’ll see to it for sure. Because my craziness has no limit” his foot crushed Tate’s other elbow too
Squirming on the marble hallway floor Tate’s howling cry echoed through the penthouse. He begged “I want to redeem myself. I’ll record. I want to record. Everything against Pitar”
“And you’ll stay away from what’s mine” Omar moved his foot on Tate’s neck increasing pressure
Laying in the pool of his blood Tate winced in agreement “I will..never cross you. never”
“Fail on that and it will be your last day” Releasing his neck Omar warned, his stern voice making Tate convulse with fear. Looking at the tall man ahead of him with blurry eyes, tears of shame rapidly flowing through his face, Tate promised “I won’t ever dare”
Slapping the small bouquet on the associate’s face Omar granted him a consolation smile “Consider these for fast recovery from your sick leave”. Flipping the digital device from his jeans pocket he spoke on the connect “He’ll record”
A voice from the other side responded “Yes Omar, I’ll come to get him, I have the team ready in this room”
|| 10. PAIZE 3 ♥ ||
The Sophista team, accompanying their editor-in-chief, flew in a small seater plane across the scenic islands to arrive at their destination island of Sarrata. Entering the grand campus of the fabric industry, the team members interestingly looked at the lush lawns spreading far and through the various proprietary factories and office buildings.
Dressed in finest materials, the fabulous Sophista team admirably discussed their ensembles which had been crafted from fabric created at the very campus of Sarrata. Wearing a beautiful saree herself and fed to last for seemingly an entire week, Mohana arrived right on the mark at her destination halfway to the opposite side from her world.
The front desk pleasantly welcomed the Sophista party. Hosting representatives from the public relations team had arrived to welcome the Sophista journal team for their engagement session. From the offices of the fabric industry mogul Tyr, his personal assistant had diligently come to receive Mohana, the lady in charge.
The woman politely offered “Hello Miss Mohana, I am Bazza. How about I take you to breakfast, while your team gears for a day with our PR team. And if you would like I can help you catch a tour of the office buildings on this side of the establishment on our way to Tyr’s office”
“I would really appreciate the tour, but am strictly done with anything food, Jojo has ensured am fed far in advance” Mohana smiled at her host. Dismissing another shiver escaping her, Mohana hoped for her filling breakfast to keep her warm
With a kind laugh Bazza guided her “This way then, I’ll inform our staff to serve you refreshments. Hopefully our walk can make you feel hungry by the time we reach Tyr”
Making their way through the towers, Mohana took a glimpse around the offices. The workplace was already in full swing with employees hovering around in collaborative spaces, others stepping into meeting rooms, some employees were working with headphones on their desks, while others were brainstorming ideas on glass boards.
Along their tour Bazza kept them engaged, ardently speaking about Tyr and their company Sarrata’s initiatives. Smiling proudly, listening to Tyr’s achievements Mohana added “He is superiorly great at all that he does. There’s no stopping the fire in him. Though as much as I’ve come to know Tyr, there’s always more than what meets the eye”
“Definitely, there’s that spark. And let me tell you, every soul on this campus has felt that moment of getting wonder struck with Tyr. Being blown away with what goes through his mind is an everyday for us now..” both woman shared a kind laugh “..and he’s a star at getting what he wants. Now we can only hope when you get to interview him and Sonya, they can convince you to visit this site often”
Mohana chuckled “I do certainly wish, but if I have to move all day in these sarees that will be more hard work than I can manage”
The women exchanged a chuckle discussing the complex yet ethnically rich attire. Talking about managing yards of fancy clothing and then balancing it over high heels, Bazza genuinely complimented Mohana’s beautiful ensemble. She added merrily “Jojo has you all prepared”
“She’s the best!” Mohana chirped affectionately for her personal assistant Jojo
The beautiful pink and red hued saree delectably wrapped around Mohana further enhanced her figure. Every eye that landed in her direction, did a repeat run over checking out the beautiful woman
“Whoa am I seeing what I am thinking?!” a short man enquired peeking from the glass wall of a huddle room
“Damn my pants are bursting at the seams just by looking at those curves. How will Tyr even manage talking to her” another man’s frustrated voice joined his
Both men leaned at the glass separation of their enclosure to shamelessly stare at Mohana. The short man muttered irritatedly “No wonder Sophista gets the hottest exclusive dibs at everything and we are left waiting in these bloody glass rooms”
“Legend has it, she has known Tyr forever but with that body I am willing to know her far deeper than that” the bald man, taller amongst the two wickedly commented. His eyes full of lust staring at their competitor Sophista’s beautiful editor-in-chief
Unaware of the interest she had garnered from the Chanceys reporters Mohana was focussed on her discussion. Reviewing the project list with Bazza, she was determining which selections to highlight in their upcoming Sophista deep dive article to pair with Omar Shaan’s cover
Greedily checking out Mohana and the wrap of the rich fabric along her curvaceous contour, the shorter man offered “According to our journal she seems to have slept with so many of these hot shots, but her innocent beauty doesn’t seem like it has ever been touched, damn man look at that sultry body”
“Chanceys will have us type anything to make a sale. Who knows better than the two of us. Pitar is after her like a leech for years, if he had been successful I think we would have seen his fifth wedding. She’s the kind anyone would want to sleep with night after night” adjusting his trousers the bald man let his eyes roll sleazily over Mohana
“Paul? I thought his son from the first wife Wendell was running after her? They are in the same university though am not sure he has anything in him to make her even bat an eyelid, but he’s any day better because Paul would be such a filthy scum for that porcelain skin” the first man frowned at the idea of their boss and owner of Chanceys, Paul Pitar with the beautiful woman who stood a few feet away
From a distant height, the security guard monitoring the reporters in the huddle room spoke on her device “Chanceys. Ninth floor east corridor, huddle room EW9811”
She received a command from the other side of the connect “Their time is up. Throw them out. They have outlived Tyr’s hospitality”
Busy conversing with her guide, dressed in the artfully designed saree, her blond hair secured in a french knot, Mohana stood with her back towards the two Chanceys reporters leering at her
Unaware of their impending dismissal, the men were lost in their vulgar discussion “If only she will let me touch her, I’ll make her forget both those father and son” the second man huffed impatiently
“Good luck dreaming, she has her own protection army and what not. Last I heard some ass had dared to ask her out for a university party and the looser was found on a hospital bed with no surety of recovery” the shorter man shook his head
“Why don’t we type up the real information? Who will take the virginity of Sophista’s sexy editor-in-chief” the bald man shifted leaning desperately for another glance of Mohana as she moved ahead crossing over to another hallway
“Because we are Chanceys, everyone in Pitar’s world is soiled and a desperate..” the first man commented shaking his head at the obviousness of his counterpart “..Go give yourself a hand in the washroom and hope Tyr’s staff doesn’t catch you in the act. This is the closest we’ll ever get to seeing her unless we crave a hospital bed too”
The office doors opened to an extremely ecstatic man. Broad frame, tall height, dressed in a posh suit, his short spiked hair sported a red ombre effect. “My darling princesa” with the affectionate greeting, Mohana was wrapped in a welcome hug by Tyr, the owner of Sarrata.