To Be Loved

Chapter 11

I went out of the kitchen and headed to the living room to find Johan still there.

"You can leave now, Johan, and inform me if you find anything else. Oh, Johan, don't talk to my wife like that again. I know you have good intentions and you are friends, but I don't like it." I told him in a stern tone.

"Noted, sir; sorry if I stepped the line," Johan said it in an understanding tone.

"Okay, you may leave." He left, and I went to my office to do some work until Jass's arrival.

When I was working, I heard the sound of a car stopping, and when I looked at my watch, I found that one hour had passed.

I look out the window to find a taxi in front of the mansion. The taxi door opened, and Jass got out of the car.

I called the kitchen phone and told Mrs. Turner that Jass had arrived, but she couldn't tell her about my arrival. She said 'yes' and I cut the call.

My eyes didn't leave her until she disappeared and straddled into the house. Finally, she is back.

End of flashback.

Back to the current time.

Jasmine was shocked and couldn't get a word out of her mouth, which was opening and closing like a fish.

"Y-you were here all the time and heard all of it?" asked him nervously, and he nodded his head.

"Oh, am I in big trouble?" She started to fiddle with her fingers.

He arched his eyebrows and said, "That depends on what you did, babe." Then he kissed her cheek tenderly. He knows what she is thinking right now, but he is waiting for her to tell him.

"Omar," she called softly.

"Hmm."

"I know you must be furious, but I'm not sorry," she told him truthfully.

He took a deep breath. "Why is that?" His tone had a string of anger in it, and she knew that he was restraining himself from lashing it out when she felt his body become stiff under her hands and that they were still on his shoulder.

"Really, well, let's see. I have a husband who is super possessive and overprotective, who thinks that if I go out of the house without protection, there will be an armed person waiting for me outside the house to kill me, and you won't think so unless you're hiding something from me, right? and don't tell me you are doing it only because of that man!" Then she folds her arms over her chest.

When he didn't reply, her doubts were confirmed. She starts to get suspicious when her security and his overprotectiveness around them tighten.

She tried to get up from his lap, but he tightened his hold on her waist to prevent her from getting up.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He was not looking at her and was averting his eyes, and she concluded that he didn't have any intention to tell her.

"OMAR!" she shouted at him, and he could feel the anger and worries erupting from her body.

"I was going to tell you, but..."

She cut him off. "But what! You got lost in the middle." She scoffed and removed herself from his lap furiously.

She straddled the room back and forth, trying not to say anything stupid. Omar stood up quickly and went to her, trying to hold her in his arms again, but she stopped him.

"You don't have any intention of telling me, Omer, right? And if I hadn't cornered you, you wouldn't have told me, right?" She was boiling with anger.

"No, I knew you would figure it out somehow, and if you did, I was going to tell you, but..." he stopped, and she continued what he was going to say.

"If I didn't, you intended to keep it hidden.'' He was speechless. He approached her and held her hands, and she didn't stop him this time. He was thankful, but she wasn't looking at him.

"Babe, look at me." He felt someone squeezing his heart when he saw her eyes glossing with tears.

"I will never let anything happen to you or our children again, and if I have to kill them, I will." His words were firm and sincere.

'This i***t, how could he worry about us only? Can't he see I'm worried about him?' Jass thought.

"Was that the reason why you recalled what happened eight years ago?" she said in a low voice.

When he nodded his head, she hit his chest and said, "For god's sake, why are you carrying this burden alone?"

"I don't want to make you worried."

"Flash news: I will you nuthead. Do you think I will be relaxed when you are in danger?" She flicked his forehead strongly.

"Ouch, that hurts," he said while rubbing the spot that got flicked.

"Really, that's good to hear, because I’m too."

"Baby, come on, I'm sorry. I won't do it again, hm."

She wiped her tears and smiled sadly. "You are a liar... You need to tell me everything." He nodded his head quickly and hugged her.

"I will, but stop crying first. Now let's get some food in your stomach and spend some time together before the kids come, and I will tell you what you want to know." She could detect the honesty in his tone.

"Okay... By the way, did you talk to the children? They miss you." She removed herself from his hold and asked him when she was getting the clothes that she had put on the bed.

"Hm, I called mom and spoke with them; I was the one who asked her to k..." He bit his tongue quickly and looked at his wife with a wary smile when she spun her neck fast to look at him.

"You are unbelievable."

"What? Can't I spend some time alone with my wife?"

She cleared her throat. "No, you can, coz she wants to know a lot of things." She said it quietly, then took her clothes and headed to the bathroom.

After hearing her response, a ghostly smile appeared on his face. He quickly went after her and prevented her from closing the door.

"What do you want?" she asked him from behind the door.

"To shower together." She was shocked, and he used it to his advantage and opened the door before she could close it.

"H-hey, g-get out." He didn't listen to her and started to unbutton his shirt and take long steps toward her. With every step he takes, she takes a step back.

When she felt the sink behind her and there was no way to escape, she panicked and shouted at him to stop, but still, he didn’t.

"Omar, stop joking around; that's not funny." He could hear her voice trembling.

"Who told you that I'm joking around, love? I'm damn serious."

She shakes her head and says, "No... No, get out." She tried to escape, but he blocked her way and trapped her by putting his hands on the sink to trap her in his arms.

"I wasn't asking you, babe. We need to save time so we can have a lot of time to spend together, and if we showered separately, we would waste a lot of time and water. We can't do that, right?" he smirked at her.

He took off his shirt completely, and her eyes became wide open. He didn't give her time to digest what was happening and lifted her up, heading to the shower stall.

"Ahh, put me down." He ignored her and started to adjust the water temperature.

"Yea, I told you to pu..." Her words were cut off by the droplets of water that were falling on her head.

He then trapped her between the wall and himself, which made her wrap her legs around his waist immediately.

Because of the water, her clothes became revealing, and her hair fell on her face. She was a masterpiece, and he couldn't wait to ruin it in the best way.

He removed the hair that was stuck on her face and put it behind her ear. Then he leaned slowly towards her face without cutting their eye contact and started to remove her shirt and throw it away.

Her chest was rising and falling quickly because she was trying to regain her breathing rate.

He moved his thumb on her wet lips and whispered, "I'm dying to taste these lips, can I?" asked Omar.

She licked her lips and nodded. He didn't waste any time and connected their lips right away.