Where did she get this dress?I know she didn’t pack it because I was with her while she was packing her bags.
Most importantly, where is she going out in it?
Her lush brown hair is styled in curls that drive me mad with the urge to wrap them around my fist. Her pouty lips are painted a deep shade of pink that I want smeared around her mouth from sucking on my cock. She’s even done her makeup heavy with smoky eyes and deeper blush, looking like an unattainable seductress.
Christ! This must be payback for leaving her all hot and bothered.
Swiping to the next story, my back snaps straight at the short clip of her entering a nightclub surrounded by the cameras flashing. It was posted by Noor an hour ago. In the bottom left corner, I read the tagged names. Most of them are men, including Kabir.
The image of her dancing and drinking among the throng of horny men surges a tidal wave of protectiveness and vicious possessiveness flood in my veins. The last time she was unguarded at a club, she almost got assaulted.
While I know she’s with her friend and her older brother, I don’t trust anyone else to keep her safe like I do. They wouldn’t put her wellbeing first.
Men will flutter around her for her attention and a chance to flirt with her and there’s nothing on her to send them the message that she’s taken, which brings a wave of fury.
Scrolling out of the app, I dial her number.
It rings thrice before she picks up. My ears are immediately assaulted by the loud techno music and people shouting in the background.
“Nathan,” Arya purrs, the noise becoming faint as though she walked toward a quiet corner. “Babe… are you back at the hotel?”
“I am. You having fun at the club?”
“How do you know?” she asks, mystified.
“Saw your insta stories.”
“Oh…. Are you mad?”
“At you for enjoying yourself? Never, angel.”
Her relieved sigh teases my ear. “I swear I tried to get out of it, but Noor had planned it beforehand.”
“Tell me you’re safe.”
“I am. We have our own private booth with two bodyguards, thanks to Caleb.”
My back snaps straight. “Who’s Caleb?”
“Oh, he’s Kabir’s best friend.”
“Single?”
“Umm… yeah.”
“And this other man, Jared,” I hiss the name with barely leashed annoyance. “Is he also asinglefriend of Kabir?”
“How do you know?” Her gasp is loud. “Are you really at the hotel or watching me from somewhere in the shadows?”
“Do you think I’ll be able to stay away and not touch you if I was in the same room as you? I saw the pretty fuck-me dressyou’re wearing, little minx. If my reaction is anything to go by, those two men are having the same urge as me.”
“What’s that?” she asks with a tremor in her voice.
“That I want to drag you to the bathroom, shove the dress up to your waist, bend you over and fuck you hard and rough.” My voice came out low and guttural. Breathing through my nose, I order, “Don’t let them touch you, not even a brush of their fingers on a single inch of you. Understood?”
“Yes, Nathan.”
“I’m coming to you.” I will go berserk if I stay here.
