“Of course,” he grins, friendly and sweet. “Noor talks about you all the time. How have you been?”
“Fantastic. You?”
“Life’s good. Can’t complain.”
“Did you need something?” asks Noor softly.
He ambles to her and playfully taps her on the nose. “Got something to eat?”
Her blush deepens, while he remains clueless. “I have leftover lasagna I cooked last night. It’s in the fridge,” she says.
“Ah. Perfect.” Stalking to the refrigerator, he pulls out the tray. “You coming to the club tonight with us, Arya?”
“I am. Noor invited me.”
“Great. See you then.” Brushing his palm down Noor’s arm, he murmurs, “Thanks for food, Munchkin. I missed your homemade food.”
Once he’s gone and the front door shuts behind him, I sigh at my poor best friend, “Why don’t you confess your feelings to him, Noor?”
“It’s just a silly crush,” she says dismissively. “It’ll go away.”
“That’s what you say every time. It’s been years. You either need to tell him or move on. This isn’t healthy.”
“I’m working on it. Okay.”
“I’m just looking out for you.”
“I know,” she whispers.
Hating her pensive mood, I brightly ask, “Let’s pick our dresses for tonight. Yeah?”
It does the trick, perking her up.
Chapter Fifty-Two
Nathan
I arrive at the hotel at eight in the evening. My mood deflates when I don’t find Arya waiting in our suite. I even check the second one, but it’s also empty.
I was desperately wishing she’d surprise me by waiting in our room, so I could tell her that I negotiated a deal with Ben, which wouldn’t have happened without her.
We were supposed to have the celebratory dinner together.
The entire day, I resisted calling or texting her because I didn’t want to disturb her time with Noor since they’re meeting after a long time. Having spent every waking minute with her for the last month, I become restless when she isn’t around. My body goes through withdrawal, sensing her absence.
My angel is one addiction that I’ll never quit.
Pulling out my phone, I send her a text.
ME: When am I having you back, angel?
While waiting for her reply, I open Instagram. I followed her the day I hired her. I notice she’s posted a story. Eager for aglimpse of her and to learn what she had been up to today, I tap on it.
There are several of her and Noor from all over the city. Strolling around Central Park and having lunch at a café. She looks so happy, making my heart full.
Loosening my tie, I saunter to the bedroom while swiping through her stories. My gait falters, my throat going dry when I reach the second last story, taking in the mirror selfie of her in a little pink dress.
The sweetheart neckline accentuates her cleavage enticingly. The bodice cinches around her tiny waist before flaring into a short skirt that ends right below her pert ass.
