Swipe Of Love

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♕ A N T O N I A P O V ♕

"Well-"

"Hello, is anyone home?" Emily called out as her heels clicked against the marble floor.

I released the breath that I was holding. I did not have an answer to that question. It was terrifying to answer. I don't know when I will get to answer that question. This topic was too sensitive for both of us. No one ever bothered to bring it up. It was best for both of us.

I don't want to see my baby getting hurt. He is already in distress seeing all the other kids with their fathers in school, and he is the one without a father. He never experienced the love of a father.

I know me and Walid are both at fault for this. Sometimes I wish we never got into the fight. I wish I could let Omar spent time with his father and get to know him, instead of taking Omar away from experiencing fatherly love. I made my stubbornness get in the way of the happiness of my child.

I am sorry, Omar. You, mommy, have done a lousy job. Forgive your mother, please.

"Hello, Aunt Emily," Omar greeted her with a smile.

"Hey, sexy beast," She winked, placing the files on the table. She sat down next to me on the table and grabbed herself a cup of water.

"Good morning Emily," I grinned.

"Good morning, Boss Women. How are you?" She answered after finishing drinking her water.

"I am doing well. You?" I looked at her, taking a sip of my smoothie.

"I am doing fine!" she replied, taking a seat on the stool that was to my right.

Emily is my assistance. She got married to the person she hates the most. Still, they cannot believe that they would be together. She is four months pregnant.

The twins have their own business too. They have their gym; they are a trainer. Both of them work with kids that have obese to show them not to give up. To always achieve their goals. It is charming for them to do that. Not that many people on this earth do good things for others.

Jacob is like a lost puppy that always goes around, Emily. Nevertheless, both of them are made for each other. Emily is having a baby girl, did I mansion that?

"Come and join us for breakfast, Emily," I offered, whipping my mouth with a napkin.

"No, thank you. I am good. You are one busy woman today. You have to attend four or eight meetings. I need to check on that, and I will get back to you. However, I know that one of the meetings is very important. We also need a sign from you on some papers that we have finalized the deal with other companies," she flips through the papers.

"And? What is this important meeting that you are talking about?" I asked as I took a bite of my scrambled eggs.

At first, she hesitated to answer that question. Funny how this sounds because, as we all know, Emily has one big smart mouth; she will reply to you in one second. You get into the wrong side of her; well, let's say your day won't go easy. She will make your day a living hell. She looked at Omar, who was not paying attention to this conversation at all.

"I think it's best if we carry on with this conversation on the way to the office," she suggested.

"Imagine I am not here, at all," Omar goofily waved his arms around.

"Omar, you're going to be late for school. Hurry up and eat," I looked at my watch.

"Yes, ma'am," he saluted me before running up the stairs.

I grabbed the dirty dishes and took them to the sink. Emily helped clean the table as I washed the dishes and put them on the dish rack. I ripped a tissue paper and dried my hands. I heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Mom! I am leaving," he yelled.

"Wait!" I walked through the kitchen doorframe.

"Yeah?" he strolled back to me.

"Do you have your phone?" I asked.

He put his hand in his pocket and took out his phone, "yes."

"Your homework?" I frowned my brows.

"Jeez, mom. I am not going away forever. Yes, I do have my homework, and before you ask, yes, I did finish them," he answered.

"How about your keys?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Hold on," he looked through his backpack. He put his hand inside his front two pockets to search once he didn't find them there. He looked at me and gave me an apologist look since he didn't find the keys. I crossed my hand over my chest and stared at him.

"I don't," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, Allah! What will I do with you?" I sigh.

"You can always love me," he smiled.

"You and your stupid remarks," I shook my head.

I quickly walked up the stairs and turned left to enter his room. He would usually put his keys on his small table beside his bed. I walked up to the small table and looked through it, but I did not find any keys. I roamed back to his study table. Opening his top drawer, I look at his files. I finally found the keys and grabbed them.

I turned around, ready to walk out the door, but something caught my eyes. I turned back to the drawer again and saw a picture picked up the photo and saw a picture of a girl. She has blue eyes, and she is wearing a hijab. She is gorgeous.

What is this picture doing here? Most importantly, who is she?

I stepped out of the room and down the stairs. I handed Omar the keys. He thanked me and hugged me. Before he can go, I grabbed his hand. I wanted to know who that girl was. What's his relationship with her. He knows better not to have any girlfriends because it is haram to have one. A Muslim person should not have a hidden marriage or a relationship. I made sure that I went over the verse:

"This day (all) the good things are allowed to you, and the food of those who have been given the Book is lawful for you, and your food is lawful for them; and the chaste from among the believing women and the chaste from among those who have been given the Book before you (are lawful for you); when you have given them their dowries, taking (them) in marriage, not fornicating nor taking them for paramours in secret; and whoever denies faith, his work indeed is of no account, and in the hereafter, he shall be one of the losers." (Surah Al-Ma'idah 5:5)

We mustn't get into a relationship that will harm us in the hereafter. In the Qur'an, it specifically said not to commit a******y, nor take secret lovers. Why do this to yourself? What is the point of doing this?. Why do you want to give away your hereafter for some haram relationship? You might hide it from your parents, but remember you can not hide this haram relationship from Allah.

I bought the picture up to his face; I raised my eyebrow, "mind telling me who this girl is? And what is it doing in your drawer?"

"Um...you see... Oh would you look at that, I am late to school," his speed walked to the door.

I chuckled, "you have some explaining to do, mister."

"Yeah! Yeah! Allah Hafiz. Love you," he called out.

"Love you too," I spoke as I saw him walk away.

"Shall we go?" Emily asked.

"Yeah. Give me a couple of seconds to get to files from my study room," I smiled.

I walked up to the stairs again, into my office. I got my exercise for the day. I walked behind Emily after taking the files. On the way out, I grabbed the keys. I opened the car door and got in the driver's seat.

Yeah, I know I am a "billionaire," but everyone has the right to live his or her life. Being someone's bodyguard 24/7 is...I do not know how to explain it, but it is not a happy job. I do have a driver but at a particular time. I do not have any servant in my house. I like to do things all by myself.

This is not your w*****d "billionaire's story." This is the real deal. You have to work hard and work your butt off in this world to get to where you want to be in your life. If you do not have a good education well, you can take your life as a living hell. You are going to have a tough time in life, but if you have a good education, then you can get a good job and leave happy with your family.

As they say, "good education, good life."

You have to work hard. You cannot wait for anyone to help you; nobody will be there to guide you. You will have to do all this by yourself in life.

We soon arrived in front of my office building. I got out of the car and walked into the office. Emily is right behind me. I told her to take the last couple of months of her pregnancy off, but she is stubborn as hell, will not even take any off. I walked into the office and got a lot of 'good morning.' I walked up to the elevator and pressed the top bottom. We waited for the elevator to open. It opened, and an employee walks out.

"Good morning. How are you?" She asked.

"Good morning. I am doing fine. How about you?" I smiled.

"I find. Boss, I need your signature on one of the deals that we just made with the Singh Industrial," she reminded.

"Yeah. I remember that. Just bring the papers after lunch," I ordered.

"Yes, ma'am. Have a nice day." she smiled.

"Thank you! You too," I grinned.

I got in the elevator and pressed the 5th-floor bottom. I marched out of the elevator. I watch my employees working all over the place. Some walking this way, others walking the other path. Papers all over the place. They are very hard working. All of them are like family to me. They always have my back, and I have theirs.

I walked into my office and around my table, took a seat on the chair. I grabbed one pen from the penholder and twirled it in my hand. I watch as Emily walked in, closing the door behind her. She sat down on the chair in front of my office. I sat up straight and opened the cap of the pen.

"The papers?" I asked.

"Hh? What?" she asked, looking confused, and placed a cup of coffee on my table.

"The papers that you wanted me to sign," I answered with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah. Here," Emily handed me the paper.

I grabbed it from her and started to read it. After reading the papers, I began to sign the papers.

"Antonia? We have a significant- well a deal," she explained.

"Okay. If you think this is a good deal, then go ahead, contact the boss of the company, and plan a meeting," I flipped through the paper.

"Yeah, about that," she said nervously.

"What seems to be the problem? Emily?" I asked, sipping my coffee that she got me.

"The problem is...the company that gave us the deal is from...from...-"

"Snap out of it, Emily! Just tell me who it is," I stopped signing and looked at her.

"The deal is from," she stopped talking.

"Emily, what is wrong with you?" I released a sigh and got back to the signing paper.

"It no other than Mr. Walid Khan," she added.