Would Die For You ©

Chapter 9

On the way, Emily did not sayr a single word and Amir only remained silent in the darkness of his seat, while watching her closely.

You are so pretty habibi...

But his cute thought was interrupted when he heard her say:

“How do you know where I live?" She asks when she sees that they are only two streets away from her great building.

“It was not very difficult to find out Miss Rose. I am amazed at what one can see and find on the Internet." He sighs “Everything is so public here. Zero privacy, I hate that.”

“Are you investigating me?" She says breathlessly as she watches him through the darkness with her eyes rolling.

Amir shakes his head and points his index finger at Mihair.

“He..."

“But it is the same!" She protests “He is part of her entourage."

“And?"

“How do you dare?"

Amir flexes his chest forward, taking off his seat belt.

He is only inches from her face...

“Why don't you thank me instead of always complaining, Miss Rose?"

“Why would I appreciate you harassing me?"

“Someone like me doesn't ... "

“Someone like you?" She interrupts him and repeats what he said with irony “But what do you think? This is not your territory, you cannot walk the world doing your will. I appreciate the gesture, but I can take care of myself!"

Amir arches one of his bushy eyebrows and admires his bravery and loose mouth.

“Are you sure?"

“Yes!" She affirms but her voice gives her away, breaking.

“Clear." He smiles and goes back to his seat. “I'm sorry to inform you, that that's not what I saw a few minutes ago."

Arriving in front of the large skyscraper, Amir gets out of the car followed by his bodyguards and Mihair opens the door for Emily.

“Miss..." He whispers as he helps her down.

“Thanks."

Surrounding the car, Amir takes her by the forearm and, leading her by the hand, walks with her to the large building.

The double doors open and together, followed by Amir's entourage, they enter the beautiful structure.

They wait in silence for the elevator and then, when the doors open, everyone enters it, being a little squeezed.

“Are you planning to go up? And all of them?"

Amir nods indifferently and looks back, until ...

“Don't you think I can think that this is scary? "

He frowns and whispers:

“Why?"

Emily looks around her and makes a “Dah" gesture.

Amir smiles slightly.

“They are there to take care of me. Don't worry, if I ask and if you require it, you too."

“And why me too?"

“Because you are by my side now, Miss Rose."

Emily rolls her eyes and then, the elevator doors slide open, overlooking the beautiful Chicago skyline from the fifteenth floor.

Amir signals to his men and they take the necessary distance not to make Emily much more uncomfortable, who continues to look at them suspiciously.

Walking a bit reeling from the effects of alcohol, Emily makes it to the door of her Penthouse. With slow disdain she inserts the magnetic key and the door opens.

Amir walks into the apartment with her without asking for consent and closes the door behind him.

Emily tosses her tote bag out of reach, landing on a couch near the balcony. Then, she takes off her shoes and throws them into the air, Amir giggling dodges one that narrowly falls on his face. With a dancing step she takes a seat on the large sofa and seconds later, guided by fatigue, decides to lie down on it.

Amir watches her from head to toe and as he watches her fall asleep, he is imbued with her remarkable beauty. A few minutes later, he finds himself pulling the phone out of his inside suit pocket, and calls Mihair.

He answers at the first ring:

“My Sir..."

“Go back to the WoodHouse hotel and do me the favor of bringing me some change clothes, I'll stay caring Miss Rose." He sighs as he watches Emily curl up on the couch. “I demand that you carefully insert it into my business briefcase and that the clothes be comfortable, preferably a T-shirt and jeans... They are in the third suitcase. Please don't forget my nicabs."

Mihair opens his eyes and is amazed by the request of his boss, because Amir is not to stay with women, much less foreigners, he responds:

“Understood, sir."

“Also don't forget my lotion and all the personal hygiene. I put that in my favorite bag ... the Sirian."

“Yes my lord."

Amir ends the call and takes a seat next to Emily. Carefully, he begins to slide his fingers into the beautiful long dark blonde hair of the woman who sleeps on her lap, seconds later he caresses her beautiful and delicate face.

Yes ... I could definitely go crazy for you habibi.

Watching her sleep, he stayed there.

Sitting with her...

                               ******

An hour later, there is a knock on the door of the apartment and with care, Amir removes the sleeping beauty Emily from his lap... Who when feeling him close, mistakes him for his big pillow and snuggles up much more on him.

Quickly walking to the door so that noises don't wake her, Amir opens it carefully and receives the briefcase along with her beloved Sirian bag.

“Thanks Mihair."

“Anything else, sir?"

Amir shakes his head and sentences:

“You can retire now. Come get me at eight o'clock."

Mihair nods his head and...

“Two men and the chauffeur will stay for whatever you need, my lord."

"Thanks."

That said, Amir closes the door carefully and, leaving the bag next to the briefcase on a dresser, takes a seat again in the same place, placing Emily on his lap again.

Seconds later when he is about to fall asleep next to her, he hears her whisper...

“No ... I hate it. He's a cocky ... bad Arab. Bad..."

She purses her lips and snuggles closer to his chest, like a whole baby.

Amir frowns, as a smile wants to come out of him, but he resists.

Now he is no longer sleepy.

“With that you detest me? Interesting, Miss Rose. When you can... Tell me why I feel the opposite." He whispers in her ear.

Emily slightly arches one of her pretty eyebrows and lets out a big sigh. For later... Nothing. Keep sleeping like a baby. And keep dreaming about him and everything she dies to say to his face but only finally tells him in dreams.

Amir spends much of the night answering various emails and when he's finally finished, it's half past four, time has passed so quickly... So, letting out a big yawn, he takes Emily in his arms and leads her to what he deduced was her room.

Careful not to wake her up, he lays her down on the huge bed and then tucks her in a thick, soft blanket.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he watches her sleep until he begins to feel like sleep and fatigue also consume him.

Before leaving, he flexes his chest towards her and soaks up her delicious scent, breathing and absorbing it deeply. When he feels satisfied and in complete comfort, he walks away from her.

He admits that he likes her smell. The aroma ... That delicious scent of roses, scent full of passion.

Having her so close is driving him crazy.

Everything about her does.

She is very appetizing to him...

He breathes deeply again and stands up, with slow disdain he walks to the living room and accommodates the sofa, there he falls asleep at all pleasure.

07:00 AM.

Amir reluctantly wakes up to hear his alarm go off.

Carefully opening his briefcase, he takes out his change clothes and taking his beloved Sirian bag, he walks to the guest bathroom.

He showers, changes and dresses in less than thirty minutes.

At seven thirty he is ready, so being careful not to make noise, he opens the front door and looking down the hall he sees his two security men standing and to one side of the door.

One of them c***s his head and asks:

“All good sir? Do you need something?"

Amir nods but before asking for what he needs, he asks them:

“Have you already had breakfast?"

“No sir."

He nods again and whispers with absolute seriousness:

“When Mihair comes for me, you guys go back to the hotel to rest. Understood?"

The two men exchange glances and one of them whispers:

“Sir, excuse my daring, but we are not allowed to do that. We are trained for this, don't worry."

“I didn't ask Yosuf. You obey and period, I do not want two malnourished men as bodyguards."

The bodyguard is silent and returns to his place. Amir hands two hundred dollars in cash to his other security man and orders:

“Bring me something for breakfast. Preferably falafe and coffee, with sugar. Please Yahir, make sure the coffee is very hot."

“Yes sir." The man nods as he remembers everything Amir is asking him to buy.

“For the lady, bring a fruit salad and I guess cereal. And also coffee, she will need it, please." He whispers dry. “And buy breakfast for you two too."

“My Sir..."

“You heard me"

And with his bestial look, Amir ends the subject and closes the door.

Returning to the living room, he takes a seat on the sofa and, reaching into his briefcase for a blank sheet of paper and his special pen, he begins to write.

At the end...

He reads the note about three times and decides it's okay. He will not change anything written, so he carefully puts away his pen and patiently waits for his bodyguard, who does not take more than fifteen minutes to reappear with everything he asked for.

Folding the note carefully, Amir places it on the nightstand next to a picture frame in Emily's room, also being careful not to wake her up, he leaves her a tray on the bed with the fruit salad, coffee and cereal that he sent her to buy.

Carefully, he puts everything in its place and leaves the room without making the slightest noise.

He has a quick breakfast in the living room and throwing the waste into the kitchen garbage can, he leaves the Penthouse at eight o'clock, when Mihair along with the rest of her security team come for him.

09:30 AM

Emily wakes up with a slight headache, she touches the hundred with the tips of her fingers and with circular movements the dizziness fades. Sitting up in bed, she notices the breakfast tray, frowns when she sees it and, looking everywhere, whispers with slight fear:

“Hello?"

When she goes to stand up, Emily notices the note written by Amir, well placed on the nightstand and somewhat confused, takes the note and carefully reads it.

«Miss Rose, it has been a pleasure to accompany you tonight, I thought that taking care of your dreams would give me more work, but no. You are a very efficient and sleepy lady, as well as entertaining. If you don't know, I inform you that you mumble a lot in your sleep. I never imagined that someone as tiny as you in this world, would hate me so much. Do you know that hate is love? So,  consider very well what you say while you sleep, your mouth apart from being rebellious, is very treacherous.»

«PS: Enjoy breakfast. And please, I'll leave you my private number. Call me, I will be anxious waiting for your call.»

«PS 2: I appreciate you not sharing my private number with anyone.”

«PS 3: I would like to see you tonight in my room.»

Atte: Amir Saud.

Covering her mouth with the palm of her hand, Emily rereads the note about four times.

“Oh, my God! How much did I say? What else did I say besides hating him? Damn, but what a mouthful!" She reproaches himself and then frowns “But, one moment, what's wrong? How am I tiny? That Arab who thinks he is?"

Emily from one moment to another begins to scream from how angry she is, when she understands the Arab's sarcasm, and from the impulse... She almost tears the note too.

“Stupid!! Stupid Arab…” She screeches again as she stares at the note, and now the paper is all crumpled up.

She smooths it out carefully and, walking to the living room, looks for her handbag. She finds him on the couch near the sliding doors that lead to the large balcony and before returning to the room, she surveys the entire room and then the anteroom. Everything is in order, she is completely alone.

When she returns to the living room, she notices the sofa is slightly wrinkled and sagging. She immediately knew that the Arab had spent the night there.

So did he really stay? My God... the Arab slept in my house!! At what point did alcohol knock me out so ugly? It wasn't that I drank too much either. But alcohol and I are definitely not allies.

Back in her room, Emily takes a seat on the bed and, taking her phone out of her handbag, carefully writes down Amir's number.

For a moment she decides to dial him but she doesn't, so she folds the note and puts it in the top drawer of her nightstand.

She stares at the breakfast and then, after a few seconds, she begins to eat calmly enjoying each bite, when she tastes the coffee the adrenaline takes over her whole body and it is as if she would have revived.

At the end of breakfast, she carries the tray to the kitchen and throws the plastic containers in her recycling bin, and she notices that there are already other containers that weren't there before and she stares at them, immediately assuming that they were from Amir's breakfast.

Closing the trash can carefully, she returns to the room and takes a half-hour shower.

When she returns to the bedroom after getting dressed, she sits on the bed and decides to call him.

Yes, I'll call him and put him in his place. What has been believed, like that minimum person? Nobody looks down on me like that!

You'll regret it, you'll see what it means to mess with me, Mr. Prince.

The phone starts ringing and on the third ring, Amir answers:

"Good morning, Miss Rose." His raspy and extremely serious voice knocks her out.

But how does this one know it's me calling him?