Your Imperfections

Chapter 10

ADIAN'S POV

What is she doing down here?

Damn it.

I pull out of Amarah’s embrace and turn around to face Aaleyah. Her lips are pressed in a straight line, her eyes mad, her breathing quickening. This is not good for her. She shouldn’t have seen this. I was gonna end things with Amarah.

I reach for Aaleyah’s arm. She jerks away, as if I am laced with poison and my touch will burn her.

“Listen—“

She pushes past me, bumping her shoulder with mine. I try to stop her, but she gives me a glare that dares me to challenge her.

I know what she is thinking. Any woman would get mad if she saw her husband with another woman at midnight, literally on the day they got married. I don’t think a bunch of excuses would calm Aaleyah down.

“Who are you?” she asks Amarah.

Amarah gives her a filthy smile, a smile that speaks so much and gives little thinking time to confirm the bad assumptions. She wants Aaleyah to believe something is going on between the two of us.

“Oh, just a very close friend of Addu.” Shoot, she used the nickname. “You’re literally not his type at all,” she adds, giving Aaleyah a once over. Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles wickedly.

Don’t, I warn with my eyes. But she doesn’t seem to get the threat in my expressions. I swear if she—

“I’ve stayed quite some time with him in Australia to know about his taste in women. Guess you really married for your Mum’s sake then. Hmm, good boy.”

If it were me in Aaleyah’s shoes, I would’ve smacked her across the face. But, I know my wife is a well educated and respectful person. She would never do anything like that.

“That’s enough, Amarah. I think you should go now.” I step closer to Aaleyah, and no matter how badly I want to comfort her and tell her the truth, I won’t. I can’t ever.

Amarah’s grin makes me want to punch her. Why won’t she just get lost?

Aaleyah turns to me.

“Why was she here in the first place? And who is she?” she asks, hurt flashing in her eyes.

“Oh, me? I am just here to collect the 5000 dollars he owed me. My favors to him from the past were just on hold, so now that he is married, he won’t need them.”

I stare at Amarah in horror.

Aaleyah stares at me in horror.

“You gave her 5000 dollars?! Are you insane?” she yells. Thankfully, the lobby is empty except for the manager or whoever he is. Although he is trying his level best to act like he is not eavesdropping, he for sure is.

“lets go in the room. No need to create a scene here,” I argue, hoping for a miracle that she listens to me and obliges like a good girl. “And Amarah, I better be saying this for the last time; get out of my life.” Amarah rolls her eyes. “For God’s sake. I am married now, go find someone else to mess with.”

She nods. “Oh, I will sweetheart, don’t you worry.” Yeah as if. “But just so you know, I bet she can’t take care of your needs like I did.”

And then she walk away in those annoying heels that make annoying noises, as if she didn’t just spill a bottle of poison between Aaleyah and me. This is for sure that Aaleyah won’t be believing the lies I would feed her later, and not only that, she might even stop talking to me.

God. This is so messed up.

“Aaleyah—“

She puts up a hand, stopping my words.

“Not right now. I’ve had too much today—just please I can’t handle more right now,” she pleads. Then her eyes meet mine. Maybe she expects me to look away out of guilt. I hold her gaze. “I thought this day couldn’t get any messier, but I guess I was wrong.”

“I just ask one thing. Please, you have to trust me.”

She laughs without any emotion. “I’ve told you this before as well. I am not good with trusting people.”

She is right. She did tell me that when I took her and showed her that my brother was already married. I didn’t like her then, but now I do. I didn’t want her to trust me, but I that’s what I need the most from her.

“I know. And I said ‘I never asked you to trust me.’” She looks away. I know she is trying not to cry, now that she has cooled down a bit and her madness has dissolved some. “But now I am asking you to trust me, because if you don’t, then we’ll both spend the night suffering.”

“Goodnight.”

I don’t stop her as she marches robotically away from me. And have a left anything between us that would give me the right to stop her? I was down here hugging another woman, while my wife was upstairs. If this isn’t messed up, I don’t know what is.

“Night, wifey,” I whisper.

I know she didn’t hear me. I was left alone with the darkness to deal with.