Chapter 92 His Property

Chapter 92 His Property
Arihya POV

It's been five whole month when I heard last from Cassian. He didn't show up even when I had the messy divorce, Omar and Zayn tried to hold me down but my mind was made up and yes, my mother turned her back against me and I moved out of Mr Lawrence house.

Getting a job was almost impossible because Zayn ensure nobody hired me but Mr Lawrence helped me secure a job as a music educator in his daughter's school and I'm really grateful to him.

The neighborhood was attacked by robbers and the property owner was around to check house the damage done. Have never met him, I only relate to the estate agent but when I heard that voice my heart hitched, stopping my breath. I stood near the garden watching as officers asked others questions.

“They haven’t tamed you yet, I see.” The drawl wrapped around my throat, making it pulse with a maddening tempo.

The sight of him was a punch of fire to the stomach and some kind of visceral, animal reaction to the mere attractiveness of the man.

The memory of the last night I’d seen him rushed back, of his hands on me, and warmth
hummed between my legs.

He’d been the only man to touch me, and my body hadn’t forgotten. In truth, I’d thought about him too much late at night and the rough glide of his palm against my cheek, the press of his lips against mine, the heat of his body.

He was easily my favorite fantasy, while I was sure he’d been working his way through every other girl in met in the space of three months because he also got divorced.

Frustration ripped through me and then an even worse feeling bloomed in my chest....a thorny stem minus the rose, a feeling I’d pushed down every time I thought of him:
rejection. “I’m untamable.”

“We both know that’s not true.”

I stared at him. He wanted to bring up that night . . . now? As far as I was concerned, it had never happened. The thought of it in daylight made me feel vulnerable and
exposed.

I crossed my legs, leaned back on my hands.

“Let me guess, your company isn't enough that is why you brought a property here.”

He twisted the watch on his wrist, once, twice, three times. Slipping his hands in his pockets, his stare caressed my skin so heavily I could hardly breathe. He looked pensive, but there was something beneath it . . . like the budding spark of a fire.

I quelled a strange uprising of nerves. “You done?”

I pursed my lips. “Yes.”

“You fine right, I came because of you.”

I glanced at the him, so he knew I stayed here but didn't bother to reach out to me.

Annoyance flickered through me and I brought my gaze up to his, pity pulling on my lips. “I guess, you will give me my rent back now.”

I patted his chest and began to walk toward his car while ignoring the burning sensation in my hand.

“Still thinking about why I didn’t fuck you, huh?”

I paused, closed my eyes as anger tore through me. “The only thing I think about you is how refreshing Dubai is with you not in it.” I continued making my way to his car.

“How you’ve survived this long with such a terrible sensenof direction, I’ll never understand."
I stopped, sighed, and then spun around to follow him down the sidewalk. “Don’t you know? I have a man hold mynhand wherever I go.”

Cassian had been back for five minutes and already believed he had my story all figured out and I hated how he made my life seem so transparent . . . so trivial.

I struggled to keep up with his long strides while simultaneously dodging every pothole in my thigh-high boots. I ended up walking a step behind him, fully immersed in his shadow.

“You changed your hair,” he said softly.

I absently touched the dark locks that were my natural color. He always noticed when I did something with my hair and I hated that it made me feel special.

“Yes. I tried to get over you with a makeover.

Five months is just too long to wait for a phone call.”

“Ah, I wondered how you were faring.”

“I won’t dye it back for you either being blonde is exhausting and I had way too much fun.”

“So I’ve heard.”

I tensed and I had a feeling he was talking about the last time I’d been disappear years again.

There was nothing I could say to explain myself, and then I remembered I didn’t have to care about what he thought of me.

“You seem to have heard a lot about me,” I mused.

“I’m informed about all the disasters in Dubai”

“Good to know you were also fighting your own battles.” I stepped over a banana peel. “So, what unfortunate circumstance brought you back from . . .?”

“London.”

“Work.”

“A man of few answers,” I murmured.

“Few words,” he corrected.

His eyes found mine as we reached his car, and just the look sent my heart flipping in my chest. It had been a long time since I’d seen him but a prickling feeling on the back of my neck made me believe this wasn’t the first time he’d seen me in months.

Though, if he’d been in Dubai anywhere in my vicinity, I couldn’t have missed him not with this web of electricity between us that always
strummed when he was near.

What concerned me was, on the other end of a web often lay a spider in wait to devour its prey.

I swallowed and slid into my seat, a tense air filled the space, shortening my breath.

A feeling that he was going to touch me . . . or hurt me. I trusted the man about as far as I could throw him a negative number of inches and a nervous energy coursed through my veins.

“So . . . how long are you going to be in town?” I asked. “Why? Counting the days?”

“You know me so well, cassian. We should play The Newlywed Game.” I began to apply some lip gloss just because I needed to do something with my hands.

“You’d think they’d have a requirement for contestants to at least know each other’s names,” he said dryly.

“You always were a stickler for the rules, weren’t you, Faris?”