I can feel his frustration.
Haha! Who started this?
I’m still laughing, my body half naked, while I try on different bras.
I try on cherry red lace, baby doll lingerie and take a picture of myself, and send it to him with a message.
This is your post lunch dessert if you just be a little patient, my love.
It takes almost two minutes for him to reply to my text.
Fuck fuck fuck! I’m so turned on right now. Are you doing this on purpose? You are coming right over or I’m coming to get you.
I giggle at his dominance and send him a quote, which fits his feelings right now.
Patience, my love. Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet
He responds instantly.
It better be. And I want this sexy fruit: hot, naked and completely wet for me. I’m waiting. Come soon. Don’t send more pictures or else I’ll hunt you down in the damn changing room.
I chuckle again at his text and put my phone back in my bag.
I pick up the finest collection, try them one by one to see if they look nice but oh damn, they all look so hot and sexy. I’m wondering what effect they would have on Adam? Wondering what he would do to me. I leave a red lace bra and panties on my body, covering them up with my yellow sundress. I want to meet him all prepared; I’m sure he won’t waste a single second tearing off this dress. Round three in his office sounds exciting. That will also be a new experience, as much as this shopping.
After paying an enormous amount of money, I wonder if his credit card has any limit or not. I’m sure it would be a silly question to ask him, but I should know my budget. Okay! So what would be the budget of the richest Canadian? I feel totally stupid even asking myself this.
I’m rummaging in my bag, looking for my phone, when I hear a familiar voice behind me. “Mrs. Gibson?”
I turn around and see my new security guy, Zachery, behind me. “Hey, Zachery. What are you doing here?”
“Mr. Gibson sent me to pick you up.” Really, so quickly? He can never change his controlling nature. I’m sure looking at my picture must be charging up his testosterone, certainly driving him crazy. My cheeks burn again with this wild thought. I try to compose myself.
“Where is Ali?” I look around.
“Oh, he had to rush off somewhere, so I was sent to take care of you. Please follow me.” He gestures me toward the exit. “I will take these, ma’am.” The royal treatment is exciting me. And also, a hot sexy impatient husband, waiting greedily for me, wanting to have me as his dessert. A man to whom I would love to surrender, anytime, anywhere.
When Zachery starts the ignition, I realize I gave him my handbag too, when I handed him the shopping bags, and he has put everything in the trunk.
“Oh, Zachery, I need to take my handbag out of the trunk. It’s going to take some time to reach the office. I want to tell Adam we’re on our way.”
“He told me he had made a reservation somewhere else, Mrs. Gibson. I have the address of the new place. Didn’t he inform you?” Zachery looks at me with concern.
“No, not really.” He would have texted by now, if I were only able to check it. Since the roads are crowded with traffic, I don’t see any point in stopping the car to take out my bag. I’m sure Adam would have made some other plans, and since the day I met him, he has been full of surprises. No wonder that today he is acting the same. He seemed quite tempted by my text.
We drive almost forty-five minutes, and I keep wondering, if Adam wanted to go this far, why we didn’t travel together. “Where are we going?” I ask Zachery impatiently.
“Just a few minutes more, ma’am. I’m not supposed to tell you the place. Mr. Gibson wanted to keep it as a surprise.” Oh! He enters a very old building. I have no clue how far we have driven. But the structure of the building looks very spooky. Why would Adam take me to a place like this? He can afford any hotel. And he always fulfills my desires. If I suggested to him to have lunch at his office, why did he change the plan? He agreed earlier when he texted me. My heart starts to pound, making me breathless. Zachery parks the car on the third floor of the building, which has a never-ending parking lot in a spiral structure. He turns the ignition off and steps out of the car without saying anything. Before he can come to open the door from my side, I slip out of the car myself and look around the area.
Within a blink, I hear the sound of a shotgun and when I turn around, I see Zachery dead on the floor. Shit! What is going on? I scream loudly. “Zachery! Oh my God. Wake up, Zachery. Shit. Anybody here to help?” My bag: it’s in the trunk. I need to call the police, and Adam too. I take no time in scooping up the keys from Zachery’s pocket. I don’t find any car key. I try to open the car door, hoping to unlock the trunk from inside, but unfortunately the car is also locked.
“Help. Anyone here?” I cry. I’ve never seen a dead man in my life, dripping blood from his chest. The killer must still be around, and I have no place to hide. It’s an open parking garage. Was this all planned? Is someone trying to kidnap me? Now it all makes sense—it wasn’t Adam who invited me here. Adam would never send me to such a barren place. We planned to meet at his office. And Ali, he never got a chance to meet me outside the store. Zachery took me out the other exit. Shit! It was all planned.
I leave Zachery’s body on the ground and run, frightened, inside the building. It’s completely desolate, not a single soul around. I look for an exit, but it all seems never-ending. Still, I manage to run, trying to save myself, looking for a way out of this building. But before entering, I remember it has been built in a secluded place. I have no one to call for help. My phone is locked in the car. And there is no place where I can hide.
Suddenly I feel a strong arm gripping me from behind, and covering my mouth tightly with his other hand. I can certainly feel he is male, as women don’t have strong arms like he has. He doesn’t give me a chance to breathe—just drags me somewhere. I also feel another touch, and then someone blindfolds me completely. Shit. I’m kidnapped. The man who has restrained me continues to drag me and I have no choice but to follow his steps. I have no clue where he is taking me. Adam would not play a joke like this. I know he did it once, but that didn’t involve someone’s death. The man who took me to Adam’s aircraft held me gently, and I was restrained with velvety handcuffs. This is cruel, someone being violent with me; I can feel it in his grip.
I hear a door opening, and we are entering a room in this desolate place. By the sound of our footsteps, I can tell that the floor is wood, not concrete. An office, maybe, or an apartment. I can smell the dampness in the walls around me; it seems like no one has ever lived in this place, wherever I am. It feels deserted. The man pushes me down into a wooden chair. It creaks when I land on it, sounding old and fragile. He gives me no time to get my bearings—just ties my hands tightly with a rough, scratchy rope. The gusty wind blowing in my hair tells me that this place has open windows, and the turbulence in the air screams that I’m very high above the ground.
I hear him walking out of the room, and the door shuts behind him, banging hard with the rush of wind. “Who is this? Why are you doing this to me?” I turn my face in all directions, trying to figure out what kind of place I’m in, but I can’t. My bonds are too tight for me to see or move. Suddenly, I hear the door open again, and someone takes heavy steps toward me, the noise of his progress exuding power and dominance. I feel him sitting beside me, very close, and it is a very familiar fragrance. He places his hand on my tear-soaked cheek. I recognize the touch, which makes me weak, powerless and vulnerable. My lips part—I try to catch my breath and call out his name.
“Jibran.” He is alive.
A SILENT PRAYER
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I wait impatiently for my beautiful wife. The picture message that she sent me has blown my mind. I’ve never seen such a sexy and seductive version of her. I don’t know what I’ll do when she steps into my office. The mere idea is already charging me up. I look at my desk, alread
y fantasizing about her naked body spread over the mahogany wood, all ready for me to consume.
I call on her cell, but it’s turned off. Where the hell is she? I call Ali, who answers my call on the first ring.
“Why is it taking so long? You guys were supposed to be at my office by now. It’s already two.” I say frantically.
“Was I supposed to bring her to the office?” Ali sounds unsure.
“She didn’t tell you, Ali? I spoke to her an hour ago. Now her phone is off. Tell her to hurry up. She can finish her shopping tomorrow.” Oh hell! I’m so looking forward to seeing her.
“She has been in the store for over an hour, Adam. She told me it’s going to take her some time.” Ali still sounds confused.
“I told you to stay with her. Go inside and look for her. She texted me an hour ago that she was coming to the office for lunch.” I’m actually shouting at Ali.
“Umm…she’s in Victoria’s Secret,” Ali says quietly.
“Yes, I know she is, but it shouldn’t take that long. And her damn phone is turned off, too.” I’m getting worried now.
“Okay, let me check. Stay on the line.” I hear Ali walking into the store. I can hear women’s voices on the other end, and music playing in the background. “Excuse me, a young lady came in over an hour ago. I am looking for—”
“Tell her she’s wearing a yellow sundress, and carrying an orange handbag. Black hair, black eyes…” And the most beautiful woman I‘ve ever seen. I give Ali her full description, the way she looked this morning. She was looking stunning as always.
“She was wearing a yellow sundress. Black hair and eyes, fair complexion.” Ali repeats everything.
“Yeah! She left almost an hour ago. A man came to meet her, when she was paying. She bought a lot of lingerie. The guy looked like a security officer. Tall, broad, masculine build, hazel eyes, maybe. He took her bags and they left through that exit.” I hear a woman’s voice talking to Ali. She left? With whom? Why didn’t she inform Ali?
“Just hold on a second, Adam. I want to show this lady a picture.” I still hear noises in the background. “Is this the man you’re talking about? Did he take her?”
“Yes, absolutely.” Whose picture is Ali showing?
“Okay. Thank you.” I hear Ali back on the line again. “Adam, I think there’s a problem. Zachery came here to take Rania with him. I didn’t give him those instructions, and obviously you didn’t either. And his phone is also turned off.”
Fuck!
“Why would he come to get her? She was with you the whole time. Why did you let her out of your sight, Ali?”
“She was going into a lingerie shop, Adam. She asked me to wait outside so she could shop. Was I supposed to follow her into that store?” Of course not. She would have felt so uncomfortable. I open the tracking application to check the last location of her phone, and it is showing me the same mall.
“Ali, find her. Something is really wrong. I can feel it. It’s been more than an hour now. She would never be so irresponsible. She would have called by now.” God! I hope she’s all right.
After almost ten minutes of waiting impatiently, I get a phone call on my cell from an ‘unknown caller.’ I immediately answer the call. “Adam Gibson.”
“Greetings, Gibson. How are you doing?”
I hear a very coarse voice, like a drunken man. A very familiar one, but I can’t place it. “Who is this?”
“Well well…you fuck people’s lives and don’t even remember their names? By the way…congratulations on your wedding. I can see how pretty your wife is. A piece of art to treasure.”
“Who is this?” Is he actually looking at my wife right now?
“A beautiful woman, wearing a yellow sundress. It is truly an amazing sight. She is true sunshine.” Shit! He can see her.
“Listen! Whoever you are, tell me where she is. I will pay as much as you want.”
“Ha! You think everything has a price tag, Gibson? Why do you think you can buy the world from your pocket?” I stay quiet. “Some things are priceless, like her.”
“Whoever you are, if you even try to touch my wife, I’ll rip your balls off.” It is so hard for me to control my anger. If I find him, I will kill him.
“Use all your fucking power, Adam Gibson. Use all your money to find her, but you won’t unless I allow you to.” I can hear a sense of accomplishment in his voice. I try to think of the names of my enemies, but damn, my mind is incapable of focusing when she is in danger.
“Who is this, dammit?”
“You pulled me out of my career world, Gibson. There’s no place left for me to hide, and you think I would spare you?”
“Ethan Murray?”
I hear him laughing hideously. “I want to see this defeated and mutilated Adam Gibson. Let’s have a videoconference. Wanna see how your wife is doing?” This asshole has my wife? I swear this is his last day to live.
He calls FaceTime on my iPhone and the first thing I see on my screen is her. She’s sitting on an old chair, blindfolded and handcuffed. “Rania?” I scream her name.
“She can’t hear you, Gibson. I just want you to feel the pain. Savor a dose of your own medicine.” Ethan’s voice is torturing my mind.
“Listen, Ethan. This war is between you and me. Please keep her out of this.” I try to compose myself.
“Please? Adam Gibson saying please to me? Ha!” He’s not buying my appeal. “This is not enough, Gibson. I want you to beg. I want to see you as helpless as you made me. What did I do so wrong, that you plucked me out of my world, with sexual harassment charges so that I can’t find a job anywhere in North America. You will see what sexual assault is. I’ll show you exactly what it looks like, Adam Gibson.” The rage in his voice is piercing my heart.
“Ethan. I’m sorry. I‘m very very sorry. I promise I’ll get you your job back, along with your honor and dignity. In fact, I will apologize in the media, say that I leveled false charges against you. I’ll take all the blame, but please, for God’s sake, leave her alone. This has nothing to do with her.” I can’t even imagine how she must be feeling right now. I hear her crying for help. I believe Ethan is in another room, watching her. She can’t hear our conversation.
“Nothing to do with her? She is the fucking reason. I just touched her, and you crippled my world. You think I would leave it so easily?” Suddenly, I see a man walking toward her. “Focus your eyes, Gibson. This is a sight to see. Keep in mind that I’m watching you. If I see you looking somewhere else, other than this screen, or even blinking for a second, then you meet your enchantress in heaven. Don’t even think of calling for help.” The bastard leaves me no choice but to watch my love breaking down into lifeless pieces. How happy she was in the morning; the moment was so passionate. I would do anything to bring it back.
The man sits beside her. I can’t see his face properly. He touches her cheeks with his hands and her lips part. She starts to tremble when she calls out his name: “Jibran.”
Shit! I thought that prick left the country. He took money from me. “Rania, baby, don’t listen to him.” I know she doesn’t hear me, but I can’t help calling out.
“Easy, Gibson. Easy. You know your voice can’t reach her.” Ethan breaks my concentration. “See how it feels to be in pain?” How did he find out about Jibran?
The man moves closer to her. I can see how her body reacts. Damn! Her mind is still imprisoned. My love was not enough to change her. We’ve been married only a couple of months, and this man ruled her mind for almost a year.
“My pretty wife…” He caresses her face gently. “…still holding the same immaculate beauty…even after five years.” He touches her lips with his opprobrious fingers. Fuck! Keep your hands off, you moron. “I wish this outer beauty ever reflected your inner soul…” Bloody creep! He knows she is as immaculate inside as outside, but he is finding ways to abuse her. Rania stays silent, her shortness of breath telling me how much she needs me. “I looked for you for so many years. Nev
er thought I would find you in a gold mine.” He spits the words of disgust from his mouth while touching her scurrilously.
“Your body was never warm for me, and you spread your legs to that opulent god? Why, Rania? Because he was shoving his gold dick inside you?” Bastard! How can he talk to her like that?
“Ethan, stop him right now. I swear this is the last day of both of your lives.” I swear on her life, I’m not going to spare them.
“Ha Ha! Keep watching, Gibson. I am so enjoying this melodrama.” I’m sure his eyes are focused on me.
“Look at this. He has covered you with diamonds and emeralds.” He pulls both the rings from her fingers and tosses them in his pocket. “No wonder you submitted your body to him.” Bloody thief!
Suddenly my office door opens wide, and Ali and Mike rush in. I hold my hand up to ask them to stay where they are. According to Ethan’s command, I’m not allowed to make any move. And right now, I can’t take a risk.
“Jibran, if you touch me one more time, he will kill you. He can find me anywhere.” My love finally speaks with confidence. She has such bloody faith in me, that I will come any minute to rescue her, and I’m sitting here, watching her fight for her purity. I glance at Mike for a second and he sinks into the seat with shock, hearing Rania’s conversation with Jibran, his face asking what-the-hell. “You never treated me as a woman. I was like a doormat to you. When I couldn’t fulfill your purpose, you threw me out of your house.”
Jibran slaps her face hard, taking out his frustration on my weak woman. “Stop this, Ethan. I will kill both of you,” I shout at him. Mike and Ali watch me curiously.
“Calm down, Gibson. You move from your seat and she’s dead.” I hate his composure right now. How can someone enjoy a woman’s misery?
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