Would Die For You ©

Chapter 10

“Good morning, sir…" She whispers in a small voice “Excuse me, but how did you know immediately that I would call? I don't remember giving you my number..."

He interrupts her.

“Only instinct, Miss Rose." He smiles as he remembers when he sent her to investigate with Mihair.

Emily swallows hard and, pursing her lips, replies:

“Why in the note do you make me look like the smallest person in this world?"

Amir smiles hearing her say such a thing and dryly replies:

"If that's how you understood it, it's not my problem."

“But what's wrong with you...? Why are you like this with me?" She sighs “what have I done to you?"

Just Miss Rose... what no other woman before you had done to me. Getting so hot, that I can't control it.

For making me sin in thoughts in this vile way. For idiotizing me thanks to your sensual dance.

But you will pay me. For sinful and unseemly! For disturbing my mind in this cruel way.

"If you want to know... come to the hotel."

“But..."

“Miss Rose. I'll be waiting for you at eight o'clock at reception."

Emily opens her lips to protest but Amir ends the call.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!!" She screams

“Nobody leaves me talking alone!!" She yells at the phone as if it's going to answer her and then throws it on the bed.

After the call ends, Amir smiles as he sets the phone aside on the desk in his large office.

It is Sunday, but he is at his company. A steel exporter.

The most important international level installed in North America and headquartered in Chicago.

******

12:00 PM

Midday

Emily is visited by Katherine, who arrives at the apartment with chocolate ice cream and marshmallows.

Together they go to Emily's room and lie on the bed while they watch movies and devour the two large pots of ice cream. As the first movie ends Katherine takes control and pauses the commercials, seconds later she sits down and Emily does too.

"I'm sorry I left without you last night, friend." She whispers sadly “But really, this whole situation with Jason has me sick. I was completely blinded... I'm sorry."

Emily caresses her face and making a pout, she nods her head understanding the situation situation.

"Don't worry Katherine. I really understand you. There is nothing to excuse!"

“Of course yes! I left you alone with Jake."

Emily rolls her eyes at the memory of her ex-boyfriend.

"He didn't do anything to you? Right?"

“Do not." She denies abruptly “I don't think he's all bad, I'm not afraid of him, he just got carried away by alcohol and desire... I guess."

Katherine opens her eyes and, frightened, whispers:

"You're not considering getting back together with him, are right? Emily, no matter what, Jake hurt you. He was with you by force and besides, not caring about anything, he was unfaithful to you with that b***h Evelyn."

Emily looks down and without preventing a tear from leaving her eyes, she sighs.

“I think that what hurts me the most about all this is that I will never be able to recover my virtue. My childhood, so to speak, the only pure thing left of me. Because even my good thoughts, he also took them with him."

Katherine moves the ice cream containers out of her way and hugging her friend tightly, she whispers:

“I promise. That everything is going to get better, that life will make you forget such an ugly misfortune. God can't be so bad with someone as good, pure of heart and soul as you my Bestie! No matter where I am, you know that I am always with you, all my soul will always be and I love you. You're the stronger of the two Emi, everything will get better..."

Curled up in bed with each other tightly, Emily and Katherine let out deep, silent tears for long minutes.

19:00 PM

Amir has already been back at the hotel for an hour and a half.

After finishing a long business call, he is completely overcome by tension and anxiety.

He is not sure if Emily will come to see him and internally he prays that she does not, because he fears falling into temptation more than he already has. But on the other hand, he's dying to see her and put her in her place.

He couldn't bear to see how another man put his hands on Emily, even if it was only on the shoulders. He didn't like that.

Luckily though, if he managed to contain himself, but what an action it cost him, because containing that rage... almost made him lose his mind.

He's in a bad mood, beastly.

As usual.

Amir walks up and down the entire presidential suite about five times. Until the alarm on his phone starts ringing telling him it's ten minutes to eight and he stops walking.

Minutes later, he walks quickly to the full-length mirror to see himself from head to toe, adjusts his jeans and also his shirt, finally, puts on his niqab and after putting on some of his best perfume, he looks around the room.

It was a disaster.

From nerves, he has messed everything up without realizing it.

Amir keeps the phone in his jeans pocket and leaving the room he sees his faithful servant in the middle of the corridor and, tilting his head, calls him.

Mihair walks over to him immediately.

“Sir."

“Do you think there's time to call the cleaners? I need to tidy up my room. And I can't, I have to wait for Miss Rose at the reception."

“Do not worry sir. I'll take care!"

Amir nods and shaking hands «Something he had never done» Says goodbye saying:

“Thank you."

Along with two of his bodyguards, he enters the elevator and in less than twenty seconds, he finds himself waiting for Emily at the reception.

But this one appears half an hour later.

She still can't believe that she is doing such a thing, visiting the Arab in her own hotel!

To the conceited.

How stupid... I don't know why I came. Why do I have to be gossipy and curious!

When she told her friend Katherine what she was going to do that night, she took it upon herself to elicit and insist that she come see him.

Amir grits his teeth as soon as he sees her enter. He still can't accept how that beautiful woman puts him in a thousand moods.

He likes her a lot.

And he can no longer deny it.

Her peculiar beauty has bewitched him.

When she approaches him he whispers:

“Twenty minutes late, Miss Rose. I didn't think you were such an unpunctual person."

Emily rolls her eyes and, handing over her coat, replies:

"I was very hesitant to come, sir. Here, I didn't give it back last night. Sorry for the abuse and thanks for the loan."

Amir nods and receives it without hesitation, when he does, a slight touch between his hands fuels his anxiety.

Both of them.

“Come with me..."

Emily stiffens and, crossing her arms, looks down.

Not feeling her behind him, Amir turns to see her standing in the middle of the hallway, her eyes downcast and lost. He walks back to her and placing he's right hand on Emily's chin, he lifts her face up.

“Miss Rose. I told you to come with me..."

Emily looks up and stares at him sadly.

“Sir, if your intention is to argue with me, I'd appreciate it not being today. It hasn't been a good day and I'm not in the mood, whatever you want to complain or say. I think it can wait until tomorrow."

Amir gently lets go of her chin and, intertwining his hand with hers, replies:

"Believe me, miss, the last thing I want... is to argue with you tonight."

Emily lets out her breath and with that said, Amir leads her by the hand to the elevator. Arriving at his apartment, the entire security team looks at him surreptitiously, especially Mihair who does not understand this sudden change in his boss.

Since this is not usual for him, never.

Amir walks with her with a determined step to the door of the room, leaving behind the two men who guard him.

After inviting her in, Amir gently closes the door and, putting his coat in the closet, walks over to Emily, who is at the sliding doors that lead to the balcony, her eyes lost as she sees the lights of the city intertwined with the intensity of the night.

She turns when she feels Amir behind her and he surprises her with a kiss.

The softest and most shy kiss that Emily has ever received in her entire life.

Amir can't resist her anymore and with he's hands he cups Emily's soft cheeks and pulls her to him. Making the kiss more passionate than he really wanted, and she reciprocates with the same shyness and softness that he has given her.

But, internally Emily is surprised. Not in a million light years, had she imagined such an action from the Arab towards her. Never.

Amir is the first to distance himself from her, leaving her breathless. The kiss and moment lasted longer than it should...

When Emily opens her eyes after seconds of being confused and dazed by what happened, she watches as he looks at her intently and how his chest rises and falls rapidly.

"Sir, why did you do that?" she whispers breathily.

“Because, yes... But excuse my boldness, it won't happen again."

Amir turns around and slowly walks to the bed and sits down. As he covers his face with both hands he hides the embarrassment from him.

This wasn't what he really wanted to do…he didn't invite her for this.

Or yes?

He can't even understand himself anymore. He is more than confused, for him she is just anyone, a woman with two faces.

But he can't leave her either.

He always has an excuse to see her again ever since that morning, when she gave him such a warm and sensual welcome.

Even without being planned, she came out more than perfect for him.

And it's just that... After so many years living with a trauma for believing herself powerless, this woman appears with her sensual and innocent dance out of nowhere and turns him on a thousand. Her mouth is loose and rebellious... but beautiful, those eyes like two drops of crystal clear water and that tempting character.

Oh God...

All of her turns it on for no reason.

And knowing that she is forbidden fuels the desire and passion that he feels for her much more.

“I'm sorry." He apologizes again.

Emily walks up to him hesitantly and sitting down next to him whispers:

“Why did you have me here, sir? What do you want to talk to me about?"

Amir stands up, to distance himself.

He needs distance, he needs distance from all of her.

He needs her far away, because having her close was a terrible temptation for him and now that he has already tasted her by kissing her, it is a temptation that is very hard to resist.

"I've…" He stammers, leaving it halfway said, pacing from side to side while clutching his forehead with one of his hands.

Emily follows him with her eyes and confused, she also stands up.

"You will make me lose my patience, Mr. Prince!" She sighs “First you leave me that note, then you intrigue me and urge me to come here, then you make me go up to your room, then you kiss me and now you don't want to tell me anything. But are you crazy?" She rolls her eyes and raising her hands exasperatedly, she blurts out, “Good night."

She walks to the door and in less than five seconds, Amir grabs her hand before she makes it out of the room and slams the door shut, pinning her against it.

Of course she's not going to go.

Not like this.

Emily Emily Emily... I'll go to hell for you. But I can't let you go without first...

With his hands, he takes her face and quickly brings it closer to his, to kiss her again. And when his tongues meet, Amir's body stands on end, from head to toe.

Making him a sea of emotions.

Where the tickling, is who reigns.

Yes... without a doubt, she is. She is.

Emily wraps her trembling hands around Amir's neck in a hug and he lifts her up so she wraps her legs around his waist.

With more force he presses her against the door and with her fingers he caresses the lower part of her back until he reaches her buttocks and leaves her hands there, still.

Without squeezing, without abusing, without touching anything else.

Just feel.

feel it.

Minutes later… the passion flares between the two with more force, turning Amir on his feet and walking slowly to the bed. When he arrives, he falls on top of her with Emily still on her lap, he niqab falling to the ground as she hugs him back and inadvertently bumping into him with her right hand.

Emily stares at him for a few moments, keeping that face deep in her memory. She has never seen him without that niqab since it covers his head, but not his face, but finally seeing it completely is a delight to her, and it makes her detail the features of he's beautiful face in greater depth. She looks at he's hair… it's short and jet black.

Like the color of he's eyes.

She closes her eyes as he takes hold of her mouth again... And seconds later, the swing begins, Amir begins to rub Emily's now all wet crotch with his very bulging crotch.

He doesn't care about clothes. He doesn't care that they were both still dressed.

He doesn't care about ANYTHING.

He needs to prove something, he needs to prove that she can truly break his tormented "curse" to that impotence that has always disturbed him. Because if she can turn him on that way just by looking at her. So she can make him feel too, she can make him a man once and for all and one hundred percent.

He needs to know, because if so, he will never let her go.

He needs to know once and for all and only she... Apparently, is the one who has the answer.

Because at this point, everything is already confused.

Is he really impotent or just no woman has managed to excite him enough to seduce him and have s*x? Or hadn't the right one arrived and as crazy as it sounds, his body would know it before his heart and soul?

It's crazy. But it seems that last option is the correct one. Because since he has known her he has not been able to get her out of he's mind for an instant and it was only she who was able to awaken this part of he's being.

And from one moment to another, everything makes sense. Because Amir's body tenses up and he immediately stops her swaying, and consequently, he stops kissing her. His heart beats a thousand per second and his tingling in his crotch doesn't stop, now he feels like going to the bathroom.

At the same time, a low growl escapes from his mouth.

When he opens his eyes, her gaze meets Emily's and she stares at him, he is so focused on everything he is feeling, that he doesn't hear her talking to him.

"Sir…" she whispers in a small voice.

Amir abruptly walks away from her leaving her out of focus. He sits on the bed and just stays quiet as she watches him sadly. Amir c***s his head and, terrified by he's action, doesn't say anything either.

Amir abruptly walks away leaving her out of focus. She sits on the bed and just stays quiet as she watches him sadly. Amir c***s his head and, terrified by he's acticon doesn't say anything either.

There is no need to do so.

Not tonight.

He takes two more steps away from her and staring at her he whispers:

"Miss Rose... excuse me."

Saying no more, Amir walks quickly and locks himself in the bathroom, slamming the bathroom door shut.

Leaving her alone, panting and confused beyond belief.

He doesn't come out of the bathroom again...until he hears the front door to the suite open and then slam shut.

“Forgive me Allah for I have sinned..."

He whispers to himself as he covers his face with both hands.

His pants are wet.

At last, he has had an orgasm.

After thinking all his adult life that he would not have it, that he would not know, that he would never feel and know such a sensation of pleasure.

He has finally lived it, he has known it and it is the most overwhelming, delicious and addictive thing he has ever imagined living, much less feeling.

It seems she is the one. By achieving the impossible, what no other could do. Give him an orgasm, make him a man in a certain part.

And with her, it had to be with her, a woman so far removed from his world... from all of it.