|| 17. PAIZE 1 ♥ ||
Grumbling a series of words under his breath he growled “There is no or! No matter how much credit you give yourself, none of that happened between us..” his eyes softened as he eased the palm from blocking her lips “..you were unwell, I was only with you”
His words emphatically pricked her heart ‘..no matter how much credit you give yourself, none of that happened between us..’ . Holding back a sob, her heart wrenching anxiously within, Mohana managed to ask “Why was I in your tee then?”
Wrapping fingers along her nape, he soothed “We discussed about it and I helped you change from the saree, then we refreshed it again after some hours because your body was still under the influence of prescribed drugs. But we kept our eyes closed. Even when we took washroom breaks. Your body needed heat, I had promised to stay with you, there was nothing more to it”
The repetitive confirmation made her want to feel relieved but her heart badgered, searing in agony, extremely upset at the unraveling “And you’re an expert at this.. this whole changing business, because of all those Peggys in your world who want to open your jeans button in return! But I am not like those bimbo fan of yours. I don’t like doctors, if I did I would have gladly proven that I don’t have any life breathing in my abdomen. In this case you’ll just have to wait nine months”
His thumb ran along the column of her neck, the back and forth caresses making her gulp nervously “Nine?”
“I thought? Isn’t it? Roughly nine or so?” she rattled off her knowledge, clueless as to how innocent she appeared holding onto her lower lip between her teeth
Tracing her jaw, Omar offhandedly shrugged wrapping his other arm along her waist, pulling her back in the circle of his arms “Sure, nine if we talk humankind numbers for reference but..”
“Humankind! You are one infuriating man. Why wouldn’t I rather become a bear and pop out a grizzly baby in just seven months for it to hunt you down” Mohana shifted in his embrace, wanting her defiant butterflies to stop being in unity with his touch for once to side with her
Firming his grip, he huskily enquired “Because you like bears more than let’s say humans?”
Not getting the desired reaction from the challenge she had issued, Mohana bubbled with annoyance “Anything more than you”
“Obviously, because I am not your kind of pineapple. But given the categorizations you have, what would you say is the deal with Chanceys, because there is this certain invite for celebrating Christmas with him in Dubai” the thunderous query, contradicted his playful action of skimming his palm along the ends of her blonde mane
Mohana opened her mouth then shut it close. Regardless of however often she was rumored to have affairs with the many men, her heart specifically raced at the implication of his words. She bit hard on her lower lip to prevent tears of hurt from rolling, desperately consoling her writhing heart once over again, for nothing mattered beyond her own hard work, despite shuddering at his judgement from within.
If her dream man relied on the misinformation publicized by various networks, media outlets and the gossip columns of Chanceys, to conclude she had slept with Paul Pitar and was carrying his child, so be it. Holding on to her self esteem, pulling her facade of indifference, she refused to offer any clarification “Last you reminded me, I have two semesters to wrap before I graduate from law school. Until then there is nothing to discuss”
Mohana spun around wanting to leave but her recovering body swayed with the hasty move. Capturing hold of her wrist, Omar fluently balanced the delicate woman, tugging her body to clash against his. Barely squeaking an “Aw” in surprise she found herself gazing into pitch dark spheres, how she yearned for them to belong to her warm fluffy Polo and for all this to be a dream, she could wake up from.
She fidgeted to free from his grip but Omar effortlessly carried her in his arms “Careful. You’ve barely made it out of the zone and as it happens I can’t afford to wait six more months. Unless Staoux and Chanceys media houses are planning a merger, none that I can ever foresee happening, there doesn’t seem to be any business need for these Christmas celebrations”
She squirmed in his hold “You are one insufferable man. I’m never. ever. going to talk to you,” curbing her sob, overwhelmed with tumultuous feelings she hid her face on his heart
“Yeah, because you have anyways determined that overall we can’t talk, we can’t meet, we can’t see each other” stepping through the walk-in-closet, Omar carried Mohana across the bedroom.
Making his way in the artistically decorated penthouse, he halted alongside the kitchen at the open area, basking in sparkling sunlight. Settling Mohana atop the massive wooden dining table, he offered a warm cheese croissant “Take a bite, you owe me for tying this thing”
Sullenly looking away Mohana reached for a raspberry danish from the grand spread of offerings, but snatching the treat, Omar moved his croissant closer to her lips while biting onto the danish himself “You had until a few hours ago claimed I was very. very. kind. Now you’ve updated my status to insufferable, arrogant, despicable, horrible, conceited and infuriating..”
“And contemptuous. It suits you the most” she taunted, her distressed heart stinging emphatically, skipping the vital tidbit he had mentioned which belonged to her meeting with Trissa. Ignoring the croissant he held, Mohana bent sideways to select a heart shaped jam donut from another large platter this time
Before she could nibble on it, Omar slipped a torn bite of the cheesy croissant puff pastry through her lips “Noted. Would you also like to revise your thoughts on the handsome, sexy, heartthrob part?”
“You’re obviously not Soren Rick” she sneered angrily, but appreciating the taste of the croissant, seized the remaining treat from his fingers deciding to eat that instead
“Of course not. No one can be as handsome or have such artificially enabled abs like that scripted jerk, the only man our editor-in-chief of Sophista finds fit to grace her cover..” he retorted in return, his frown deepening “..and to think of it, in your role, you ideally cannot be celebrating vacations with one of your rivals, so you will give me the answer for what I’ve asked”
Being associated with Chanceys her frantic heart recoiled in pain of the insult, but the revolt she had embarked on made it cower. Her ardent heart defaulted at belonging to her dream man, despite his thorough, scorching discard of her: ‘..we are not married.. ..no matter how much credit you give yourself, none of that happened between us..’
Stuffing her mouth with the croissant, holding ground by not abiding to his ask she adamantly looked at him in challenge “Add insolent to your list because I don’t need to justify my actions to anyone except my boss, but I’d suggest you to strike a deal one of these network outlets or better yet try luck with Chanceys, who knows you may after all get invited at the baby shower and see me become someone’s fourth..”
“I don’t strike deals with men who need to be tortured. Paul Pitar is anyways looking for a fifth wife..” Omar corrected the misinformation, his jaw firmly clenching “..and he can’t dare lay a finger on you. Though the unscrupulous man he is, he won’t hesitate to throw his own blood to the fire. If you missed his wedding dates, you likely also missed the memo, his illegitimate son Pollock Gerdes was going to join these Christmas celebrations”
Mohana chuckled at the pain twisting through her “You’ve exceeded all gossip columns, your list is even longer of all the men I’ve sle..” his thumb on her quivering lips, prevented her furious words
“Only you and me. Anyone who has dared to trouble you is going to meet their end including those gossip column reporters” his eyes completely dark, still void of the luring sparkles stared deep into her glassy depths
Her tummy flipped hearing the growl of his threat, chest heaving, feeling his thumb lightly trace her lips. Outlining her luscious lower lip, his thumb retracted letting her inhale a quaky breath, for Mohana to dare a whisper “What if.. if that demon would have.. done all of.. and.. and left a life breathing inside of me?”
“No one can, not without your permission. But if anyone would have been devious to distantly syringe an embryo, we would have tackled it together however you’d have decided to proceed” his assurance came along a small danish bite being slipped through her lips
The gentle tone conflicted the terror she saw brimming in his eyes. Pulling knees to herself, clenching on to the tassels dangling from her saree, she demanded “If let’s say, one day I was.. you were.. you..” but courage quivered, making her nervously gulp “..if we were going to tackle it together. why weren’t you leaving me in the washroom? why would you even think I’d steal your stuff? why did you consider I’ll have a baby with an evil man willingly? why would I ever consider an affair with an immoral jerk? who even thinks things like that!”
“Clearly not me” in one swift move Mohana got melded against his strength, her heart banging loudly within and on a sob, two huge tears escaped which got instantly stroked off with the back of his fingers.
