Swipe Of Love

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♕ 3 R D A P O V ♕

Finally, finishing her paperwork, she put them out to the side. She checked the clock. The time says 11 o'clock. This means Omar is still sleeping at this time. If he sees her with work files, he will go crazy, and let's not say how mad he will be. She was not supposed to work for a couple of weeks, but if she does not work, then her business will go down, and she will lose her company. She does not want to miss all the things that she has worked hard to achieve.

Standing up from her chair, she put her files in order. Sighing, she walked out of her office to her room and entered her bedroom. She walked to her closet, grabbing her t-shirt and pajamas. As she rubbed her forehead, she thought about how her life would go if she decides to forgive Walid. She shook her head, realizing what she was thinking. No way can she forgive him that easily.

Walking to the bathroom, she changed into her clothes. She grabbed her toothbrush and brushed her teeth. She wiped her face with a towel that was in the bathroom. She headed out the door.

She walked straight into the hallway and turned left to Omar's room. Entering the room, she saw him sleeping with a book on his chest. He would always say that he hates books. Books are annoying, mainly school textbooks, but he would grab a book and read it once in a while. He looked cute sleeping like that.

She pulled the book away gently, trying not to wake him up. She grabbed his blanket and pulled it over top of him. Turning his lights off, she planted a kiss on his forehead. She walked out of his room. Spinning around, she closed the door.

She headed toward her room. Once she was there, she turned her lights off and laid on the bed. She could not pray because, apparently, she was excused from the Lord. She read a dua before falling asleep. She was half-asleep, but suddenly, she felt something hard against her back and a strong arm wrapped around her waist. That person turned her around, and her eyes widened; she felt a frame on top of her.

"Ah!" she screamed.

However, that person covered her mouth and said, "Shh! It's me, Walid."

"Mmm," she tried to talk.

What is he doing here? She thought. She tried to push him away with her small hands and all her might, but she could not. He was much stronger than she was. He quickly grabbed her hands and pulled them on top of her head. Her eyes widened.

"I am going to remove my hand from your mouth. Do not scream. If you do, I will keep my hand over your mouth until Omar walks in and sees our position. Honey, I really like our position right now," he smirked.

She nodded her head quickly, not wanting to let Omar know that his father just sneaked into his mother's room. He smiled, removing his hand from her mouth. She quickly sat up and grabbed her scarf. He had another thought in his mind. He grabbed the other end of the scarf before she can wrap it around her head. As she pulled one end, he pulled the other end. A smirk appeared again on his face.

"Let it go!" she snapped, pulling the end.

"No," he smiled devilishly, pulling it a little harder.

He pulled it so hard that she was in front of him within a second. Their nose touched as her breath caught in her throat. He pulled her hair behind her ear, and she looked down at her hand. He gently pulled her chain up. She stared at him with a hard glare. She slapped his hand away from her face. As fast as she could, she got out of bed.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, facing away from him.

"I am here-"

"Mom! Everything okay in there?" Omar banged on the door cutting his father off.

She began to panic, hearing her son calling from the other end of the door. She turned toward Walid with big eyes. The only thing Walid did was smirk at her. He did not care that his son was at the other end of the room. If his son meets him, then it is a good thing. He doesn't have to go through all these struggles of trying to meet his son. His brain needs a break from all sorts of ideas that he had to come up with to see Omar. He extended his hand and fell on the bed. He put his hand behind his head. Smiling, he turned his head toward her and winked. What is he trying to do? She thought.

"Mom? You Okay?" Omar called.

"I am fine. Don't worry about me," Antonia yelled back. She ran to Walid and tried to push him off the bed. She started to get mad and whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Mom! You want me to come in?" Omar questioned.

"No! I mean, no. I am fine. Go back to sleep," she replied

"I am not leaving until I know you are fine in there," he said stubbornly.

"Walid! Go and hide," she whispered, yelled, trying to push him out of bed.

"No," he said, pulling her on top of him, wrapping his big arms around her waist.

"What are you doing?" She asked, moving his arms from her waist, but he keeps putting it back, gripping it tightly

"Umm... I am trying to be romantic with my wife," he picked the corner of her lip as she stayed there in shock.

She looked at him. He put his hand on her cheek. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth and tingling of his rough hand against her cheek. She knows she will break down in front of him, but she cannot let that happen. Not in front of him. Moreover, especially like this.

"Don't worry, mom. I'll get this door to open as soon as I can," Omar yelled.

"He doesn't give up, does he?" Walid laughed softly, rubbing his finger over her lips.

"Walid, please," she pleaded.

"Nope," he smiled. Antonia heard the key being injected into the key lock, "please, Walid. Go and hide. I'll do anything," she begged.

"Anything?" he raised his eyebrow, getting up from the bed.

"Yes," she said, looking toward the door. Telling Walid that it was a terrible idea. Who knows what is going on in that devil's brain of his? She knows she will regret it later. Nevertheless, for now, she needs to hide him and not let Omar see Walid.

"Alright. Just remember anything," Walid said, getting in the closet. Right, then the closed door opened. Running toward her was Omar, who hugged her.

"Everything okay? Why did you scream?" he asked, looking around the room for any danger.

"I screamed because...because I saw a spider. Yeah, spider," she lied.

"Really, mom? A spider." he raised his eyebrow.

"You gave us quite a scare," Noor mumbled, hugging her.

"Sorry. I will try to keep it quiet next time," Antonia laughed.

"Alright. It would be best if you had your sleep, and so do I. Goodnight," Omar smiled.

"Goodnight," she kissed his forehead. She walked behind Omar and Noor. Closing the door right after they walked out. She turned around and leaned toward the door with her back. She wiped her forehead.

That was a close call.

Walid can't keep doing this. Concluding this, she ran toward her closet; she opened the door. He walked out, leaning toward the wall. He released his breath.

"What are you doing here, Khan? What do you want?" She asked, crossing her hands over her chest.

"Well, first, I came here because I promised myself that I would come and visit you no matter what. Second, I want my goodnight kiss," Walid smiled and walked towards her.

"You will be the last person on this earth that I will ever kiss," she snapped, taking steps back.

"Ouch! I think you might be wrong. You meant the other way," he winked.

"Think? Huh! I believe you are doing this for fun. You love seeing me like this," She snapped. He walked closer to her, putting his hand behind her.

"How in the world do I make you believe that I am doing this because I love you, and I want you back," he sighs, leaning in.

"To be honest, if you even get on your knees and beg me, I still won't forgive you or believe you ever-" Antonia interrupted when Walid grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her toward him, leaving no space in between them. Her hand landed on his chest, making her nose touch his.

"This might change your mind or any doubt, Cupcake," he smirked.

He lowered his lips to capture her lips, but he did not. Instead, he showered her with kissed all over her face. Her breath caught in her throat. She exhaled deeply.

Fifteen years. Fifteen years and here, Antonia was again, kissing the man that she loved to death. She missed those lips. She hated how he still has that effect on her, how he can control her body.

Walid knew how much he still affected her, no matter how much she denied it. She still loves him, and he is confident enough to say it.

"I believe you understand now," he assumed. "I cleared things up for you. Also, I get my goodnight kiss, just like I wanted," he smiled, walking toward the window. Before climbing out of the window, he turned around and winked, "this time, it was only a kiss. Next time it will be more than just a simple kiss."

With that being said, he jumped out the window, making her gasp. Running up to the window, she checked if he landed safely. She sighed in relief, seeing him walking away. He can be such a handful sometimes. Why can't he act like a normal husband?

Husband? When did she start to think like that? It is true that they are still married and do not have the divorce papers signed. While she signed, but Walid being a hard head, he did not sign the papers. Returning to her bed, she laid down. Looking at the ceiling, she thought about how her plan to make him suffer would work if he does that to her. However, the critical question is why Walid cannot tell her why she chose Rachel over her. Thinking about why she closed her eyes slowly and fell asleep.