Would Die For You ©

Chapter 7

Three days later...

As the days go by, every morning at the same time "08:00 AM" Emily meets Amir at the reception.

Every time she sees him at the same time, she feels like he's stalking her.

But Amir... Just makes his move. Annoy her.

Just as she does with him, with just his presence.

Amir cannot bear that such a woman's beauty has two faces. Two men at the same time ... Because she is definitely a shameless one to him. Of course, it is not he problem what she does with her life and body.

But he cannot control the discomfort that Emily's indifference produces in him.

She is ridiculous conceited.

Yes, anyone will notice how volatile this man is. If that's what he really thinks of her he shouldn't be stalking her every morning. Not even thinking that she is conceited when the king of the conceited, is him.

The problem...

She is so beautiful to him ... That even Amir finds it hard to believe that she is with two men at the same time. That makes Amir so angry, because she is somehow attracted to him and of course ... he doesn't want to be third in the equation.

When Emily walks past Amir and ignores his presence, he greets her in Arabic, causing her to stop walking.

“Sabah alkhyr..." He wishes her good morning.

Emily frowning and then raising her eyebrows, whispers:

“Could you stop speaking to me in Arabic?"

“Why?"

“Are you forgetting that I don't understand you? I feel like an i***t ... when you speak to me in your language and I don't know what you're saying."

“Why do you express yourself that way?" He frowns.

“ Sir, it's just a very American expression for you and your culture and language. Nothing else."

Amir arches one of his beautiful eyebrows and after frowning, asks:

“Are you sure?"

Emily clears her throat and avoids his gaze, then whispers under her breath:

“Sir ... can you just be nicer to me and not speak to me in her language? Really, this saddens me, not understanding it."

“Well then... Learn!"

“And why should I? I'm not interested in learning it."

"Then don't complain." He murmurs dry and indifferent.

“Do not be rude!" She looks at him with blank eyes.

"I'm honest, Miss Rose."

“But you're in Chicago!! This is North America. You can speak English. Why don't you speak it in front of me?"

“Because I do not want to." He whispers seriously and she snorts.

"You are ..." She falls silent when she sees how he looks at her with such confidence. Waiting to hear what she dares to say to him. But there is only silence from her part, Emily just stares at him with some anger.

Amir sighs and hiding a smile when he feels how she is internally, he speaks with slight irony:

“At least, be polite to your foreign guests and even, learn the greeting. Because that is a symbol of good manners, Miss Rose."

Humiliated and wanting the earth to swallow her, Emily whispers:

"You like to confuse me and stress me out, Mr. Prince ..."

He smiles broadly as she turns from him and also as he watches her walk away from him.

But when Emily disappears down the long hall, Amir's smile dies and his seriousness returns. His true self comes out ... again.

*****

After seeing Emily at the hotel reception that same morning on Friday April 3, 2015; Amir has a strong telephone discussion with his cousin Mohamed, upon realizing the large banking movements that he made.

After Mohamed left Amir's house that afternoon,

More than a week ago, he called his entire administrative team and made them aware of the threat from his cousin.

Therefore, his lawyers and his entire team advised him to protect all the money of the two steel exporting companies immediately and to take drastic measures, which he took, as soon as he left Arabia.

The whole day was more than full of work, he left one meeting to enter another and that was until five in the afternoon when he stubbornly protested:

“Stop! Take me to the hotel." He raises his voice to his driver who nods.

Upon arrival, he bumps into Emily at the front desk again. She looks very tired and with pronounced dark circles, when he hears her say goodbye to her secretary and then to the receptionist, Amir stands in front of her as if by magic and Emily flinches.

"Marhaba... Masaa alkhyr." He wishes her good afternoon.

Emily lets out a big sigh and after pursing her lips, whispers to him:

"Mass what?" Amir smiles when listening to her "Look sir prince. I'm not in the mood for your ironies. I promise you that tonight I will learn some of your language and tomorrow I will greet you as you wish."

Amir tilts the corner of his mouth into a smile and responding whispers:

"I'd love to hear that. Have a good night, Miss Rose."

They both stare at each other and the war between blue eyes against jet black begins. Emily loses the battle by being the first to step back and walk away.

Amir stands in the middle of the reception desk as he watches her leave.

But when he is back in the room ... he lets out a great contained sigh and lying on the immense bed, he admits in a whisper:

"I like her ... and she turns me on."

When he hears himself saying such outrage, he stands up and, frowning, sharply shakes his head.

"No Amir ... not her. She goes against the rules of Islam." He walks from one side to the other while and tortures her forehead with both hands "And she is all just anybody!" He snaps angrily.

*****

Emily arrives at her penthouse and rushes to her room, takes a thirty minute shower, and then calmly heads to the kitchen and makes herself a ham and yellow cheese sandwich.

At nine o'clock at night she finishes sending some emails and costs herself in the huge double bed.

For an hour she turns all over the bed ... another night where she cannot fall asleep without having the Arab prowling her head from one side to the other, as soon as she closes her eyes.

“God!! What's going on? I need to sleep and that man can't even intrude on my dreams. I HATE IT!" She yells that last.

His voice so sensual ... that beard, his bearing so sexy and manly, so sure of himself. That perfect walk ... his gaze so intense, dark and overwhelming, that peculiar accent and his form so elegant.

All of him and all that set of details and things so mysterious and new to her are making her think about him more than she imagined.

"Stupid Arab ... I won't fall. No sir! Arrogant, willful and conceited. Not even dead..."

Emily yawns and when she murmurs those words, she finally ... falls asleep.

Quite the opposite of Amir, who can't make it until midnight.

He also tortures himself for her cause ...

*****

Saturday April 4 2015

6:00 AM

Emily suddenly wakes up, she has dreamed with Amir. Again.

And this time it has been a terrible nightmare, like a bad omen. In which, he dies for her. For her sake. Emily drenched in sweat, she walks slowly to her bathroom and takes a long shower.

Tortured by the nightmare, she decides not to go to the hotel. She corresponds to work part shift, but she prefers not to, she is tired of seeing the Arab everywhere.

It has her on the brink of madness.

How is it possible that he now tortures her dreams too?

"No ... No sir. Rot! Today I will have a day of peace, just for me. I don't need the presence of that man hovering in my head. No more ... Enough!"

So, for now, she will not learn words in the Arabic language to indulge his greetings and whims.

Also, as the owner of the hotel. If she doesn't want to go to work, she won't go, period.

But, like a professional woman that she is, she will call Rachel, her secretary and let her know of her absence for today.

So, Emily walks into the living room, looks for the home phone, and as it starts to ring, she takes a seat on the couch.

On the second ring, Rachel answers:

"Good morning, Office of Ms. Emily Rose, President of the WoodHouse Hotel Chain. What I can help?"

"Hi, Rachel..." Her secretary cuts her off.

"Miss Emily. Hello!!"

"I'm calling to report that I won't be going to work. I'm not feeling well... See you first thing Monday morning. Please cancel everything I am planning to do today."

"Yes miss, get well and have a good day."

"Thanks Rachel, have a nice day."

At the end of the call, Emily returns to the bedroom, turns on her laptop and begins working from home.

Meanwhile, Amir listens perfectly to the conversation that Emily's secretary had with her over the phone, while he was passing through the reception at that moment.

Before Mihair opens the car door for him, Amir whispers:

"Investigate Miss Rose. I want her address and her phone number. Fast! For today. " He says blunt.

12:00 PM

Emily is totally asleep dreaming of the mountains of Alaska, until she wakes up with a start to hear the doorbell ring with great persistence, and taking her laptop off her lap, she walks into the living room quickly.

"Give me a second!!" She murmurs as she finishes putting on her robe.

When she hears the doorbell ringing again with the same persistence as just twenty seconds ago, Emily yells:

"I'm coming!"

When she opens the door, her friend Katherine surprises her behind this...

"But what is all that?" Emily says at the same time that she laughs, seeing her friend enter the house with more than ten bags of clothes “Did you buy the whole store?" She says as she closes the door.

"Something like that..." Katherine whispers with noticeable exhaustion as she throws the bags on the couch and then kicks off her shoes to finally take a seat. “Tonight we're going out to party!"

“What? Who's going?" Emily rolls her eyes when she finishes asking.

"We!! We will conquer, we will go hunting men."

"Ah?" Emily babbles, surprised.

¿Y Jason?' Emily says in thoughts.

Katherine poutes and rolling her eyes to keep from crying, and whispers:

"Well... rather. I will go hunting and you will accompany me. Please!" Katherine begs “I know you're not a big party to parties and stuff in clubs. But, I need you, I want someone to understand that, he cannot have me when he wants, when only he wants. And my feelings what? Do you think I'll wait for it all my life? No! I must have some dignity, I must find another nail that will remove from my mind and heart this big nail that has been torturing me for so long."

Is she referring to Jason? Oh, my God! And how did I not realize it before?' The thoughts stun Emily.

"What nail are you talking about? Katherine, what's going on? Why haven't you told me anything?" She speaks to her in amazement as she takes a seat across from her friend.

“I just ... broke the treaty," Emily frowns in confusion. “That... about not messing with friends." Katherine sighs. “I made a mistake, friend."

Emily clasps her hands with hers and squeezes them tightly.

"You're talking about Jason, right?" She asks her in an understanding tone of voice.

Katherine's eyes widen and Emily whispers:

"That afternoon I was locked in the elevator with the Arab." She sighs when she remembers him. “It was because I went up to your room...I was going to ask you about the tax return, I wrote you several times but you didn't answer. So I decided to go up, but when I was about to knock on the door, I listened ...

“DO. NOT. TELL. ME!!!" Katherine raises her voice as she opens her mouth in amazement and sorrow at the same time. “Emily!! Oh my god, what a shame."

Emily giggles slightly and speaks again:

"I knew you were with him when I asked for you at reception and they told me... well. That you were with Jason."

—Please don't tell him that I told you ... I know that he is also your best friend, in addition to the great bond that you have before I came into your lives, And I really know I don't put you in a very good position with all of this, but please. He sure will bother...

“Not at all!!" Emily declares seriously “What do you take me for? I love you both. But this is your problem, not mine, I'm not going to get involved. Although, I agree to help you, I will support you in your hunting if that is what you feel will wake him up."

Now I understand why he asked me when she would leave...

Oh my Jason, why are you playing with fire? I don't want to hurt you and be an accomplice in all this, but you don't leave me a choice, knowing what you've done. I love you, but you deserve a lesson!

Emily nods her head, determined at her thoughts, and turns to hug her friend.

• Author's note •

I am sorry for the inactivity, but I have been very sick ill and have not had enough time to finish translating all the chapters, I sincerely apologize to you. I have a lot of backlog, and I hope it will be a comfort to you that I have always thought about it and that I thank you for waiting, and for not abandoning the story.

I appreciate it.

Greetings, Maria Girardet.