Chapter 102
Chapter 102:
That way, on the weekends, I get you all to myself. Didn’t you like the angst?” He kissed the side of my neck, pulling me tighter into his embrace.
“Hmm… maybe I do,” I replied, unsure whether I liked the arrangement. But maybe it was good for me not to be too dependent on his sexual ways. God knows when it would end.
Just like everything in my life, I knew better than to expect things to always go my way. At least I had my job and my family, I thought as I got comfortable and drifted off to sleep.
When morning came, Dion was treating me to breakfast. I watched him cook in nothing but one of my sweatpants that clung to his ass perfectly. I was surprised by how well he could cook the perfect poached eggs and the most delicious French toast. Maybe the weekend arrangement was better after all. We usually didn’t spend mornings in bed. On weekends, we normally just had coffee before he’d leave to take care of his apartment.
“I’m liking our new arrangement,” I said.
“You do, don’t you?” He smirked, feeding me a syrup-soaked, soggy toast. I couldn’t help but lick the maple syrup that dripped down my bottom lip. He made it even more tempting when he joined in to lick it clean.
There was something incredibly sexy about making out in my kitchen in just our sleep pants. He chuckled when I almost slipped, too eager for more of our kisses.
But then, our morning closeness was interrupted by a knock at the door.
There was no buzz from downstairs. Immediately, goosebumps spread over me as I knew exactly who it was.
The only person who would knock like that—persistently—until he grew impatient and would eventually break into my apartment.
“Fuck…” I cursed, quickly crossing the distance from the kitchen to the front door. I arrived just in time as the knocking started again.
“About time,” it was Zal, Ghazi’s cousin. He casually entered my space before abruptly stopping, realizing he was interrupting my morning… with another man.
“Well, nice to see you too,” I crossed my arms over my chest, irritated that I hadn’t bothered to throw on a t-shirt before opening the door.
“Who’s he?” Zal asked, his gaze shifting to Dion, who was lounging comfortably in just a pair of sweatpants.
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“Why are you here?” I decided not to answer his question, because, frankly, why the hell should I? I didn’t owe him any explanations. Not after his cousin had easily dumped me and lied to me.
“I… you, uh… I need to check on you. Ghazi…” Zal hesitated, clearly uncomfortable.
“Is that so? After all these months, now is the time? Do you have your men on my tail?” I shot back, the anger rising in me.
“What? Why? Is anyone following you?” He looked genuinely concerned, and it made me uneasy.
Okay, now he was starting to scare me. Was Ghazi in trouble? Was I in danger too?
“Zal, just get to the point. Why are you here?” I asked, my patience thinning.
“Can we talk in private?” He glanced at Dion, who clearly wasn’t about to leave us alone.
“Oscar? Do I need to throw him out?” Dion asked, his voice calm but firm. I almost laughed. If only he knew what the man was really capable of. Well, I didn’t know the full extent of it either, but I had a good idea about the kind of business Ghazi’s family was involved in by the time our messed-up relationship had ended.
“It’s fine. Why don’t you finish breakfast while Zal and I talk in my home office?” I said, not wanting to make it more awkward than it already was.