Swipe Of Love

9

♕ W A L I D P O V ♕

I felt my throat tightened as I stared at her. She looked up at me with hatred. Her eyes filled with pure anger; I don't blame her for the rage. She has the right.

"Antonia," I whispered, gently making her stand straight.

She took a step back, glaring at me, but she stopped as her long necklace tangled to my shirt button. She hasn't spoken a single word to me yet. I craved to hear her voice — just a tiny bit. I wonder what her first word is going to be after so many years.

"Wait," I whispered, reaching with my shaky hands towards her necklace, which was against my button; I felt her stiffen.

"Yo-you look very charming and beautiful," I compliment as her eyes glared at me. She tilted her head to the side as a mocking look took over her face. She smirked.

"Shame, I couldn't say the same thing to you," she spat as she stormed away—her Hijab end dance against her back. I sigh, hearing her beautiful voice. I chuckled. For the first word, it wasn't bad. My little kitten has turned into a tiger and a very dangerous tiger, may I add. I watch Antonia disappear through the hallway.

"Ouch!" Khalid laughed, walking in. I stared angrily at him, making him look away. Khalid's lips tug into a smirk.

"Do me a favor and wipe that ugly smirk off before I do it myself," I warned.

"Look, bro, I hate to say this, but I'm here to support you. However, if you mess this up, then I'll kick your ass," he threatened.

"Funny you say that because your wife said the same thing," I mumbled. All right, Walid, you got some people to support you, but why in the world are they going to kick my ass. It's not like I am going to let her go after this. She is stuck with me, whether she likes it or not.

"That does sound like her, all right. God, I miss her. If I weren't here helping your dumb ass, I would have spent the whole day with her in our bedroom," he sighed.

"Dude, that's disgusting and gross. That's my sister that you're talking about," I reminded him.

"And she is my wife," he smacked me on the head.

♕ A N T O N I A P O V ♕

I stormed away with my fists clenched tightly. How dare Walid touch me? Who does he think he is? I wanted to smack him so severely right there. I should have.

Why was my heart accelerating so fast?

He should not have any effect on me anymore. How was I supposed to keep my wall up if he had this effect on me? What is wrong with me? I should not be acting like this!

Wild heart! Stop having this affection! Just stop.

I went into the bathroom and used it. I washed my hands and wiped them with a paper towel. When I went back to the party, I felt as if someone was watching my every move. I turned around to see Walid winking at me. I gave him a disgusted look. Shameless as always. I turned around and walked up to Mr. Singh.

"Hello, Mr. Singh. The is a great party, which you have thrown; however, I must go. I am afraid I'm not feeling too well," I smiled politely.

"Oh, that's too bad. I was hoping you would stay a little longer," Mr. Singh said with a frown.

"I wish I could, but you know Omar. He cannot sleep without me. He is my baby boy, after all," I laughed.

"Are you serious? He is a grown-up man. He still needs his mama to fall asleep," he smiled.

"He maybe be grown up, but he still is my baby," I assured him.

"Indeed, he is. You have worked hard to take good care of him. If it had been another woman, she would have left her son or daughter out in the streets. Kids these days have babies when they can't even take care of themselves," he shook his head in disappointment.

"That is so true. They should not be having babies if they are not sure if they can afford food for themselves and the baby. That is not my problem. Thank you for inviting me," I smiled.

"You're welcome. Thank you for coming. Drive safely, please, will you?" Mr. Singh chuckled.

"Shut up! I am not that bad of a driver. I will. Goodnight night," I blushed in embarrassment. I was not a terrible driver, but I drove my car and almost got into an accident one night. Thank Allah that Mr. Singh was there to help me.

"Goodnight," he smiled back.

I turned around to see Walid looking at me with dark eyes. Like that's going to affect me. Psh! Nice try, Mr. Khan.

Nice try.

I lifted my head straight, proudly. I smiled as big as I can, walking past him. That will show him that his glare does not affect me at all or anymore. Whatever he does, he will not have me at all.