A kiss from the enemy

KIMBERLY

My mother had complained about how late I had arrived; it was only thirty minutes later than the time I had told her I would be home but I allowed her scold me. Maybe that would bring my mind back to earth and away from the man who was still invading my thoughts.

“Kimberly, are you even listening to me?”

“I am sorry, mother” I replied

She stared at me like I had sprouted a second head. It was unlike me to even agree with anything she said but I wasn’t in the mood for an argument, I just wanted to dive into bed and settle my thoughts.

“I do not want you to think that I am not allowing you freedom to be the adult you now are” She told me

“I understand” I told her.

She nodded and then drew me in for a hug. I hugged her back, basking in her familiar scent.

“Did something happen?” She asked me

“Nothing, I am just tired” I told her.

We hugged one more time and then I went up to my room and once I had closed the door, I took a deep breath before collapsing on the bed and hugging my knees to my chest.

It was official, I was a mess and because I might have feelings… erotic feelings for my best friend’s dad.

“Fuck” I muttered as I slid the dress out of my body.

My head was light as I thought about Mr Farouq, his dark eyes and smirking lips as he had watched me at the door and his words about having me.

I was supposed to feel some indignity at his open and rather uncouth words but all I could feel was storm and fire in my belly as his words but instead I felt desire, low and heavy in my belly.

Hassan, of course had told me about his father; I was his type or did he call it a kink. Well he was one to talk after he had called me hot and touched me during the dance

“Get a grip, Kimberly” I muttered as I walked to the bathroom.

I needed a splash of cold water on my face, something to bring me back to earth. I filled the tub with freezing water and then sank into its depths but it still did not help the thoughts going in circles in my head.

I got out of the water before I got hypothermia; I climbed into bed naked and flipped my phone out.

Azeena’s message popped up with an emoji first and then an apology for the crappy day I must have had. She apologized for her father’s teasing and her brother being her brother

“I got home safe so do not worry and you do not need to apologize to me every time someone around you does something bad” I typed back to her

It was but seconds before her message came

“Did you have a fight with my brother?”

“No, why?” I typed back, sitting back up

“Well, he is at the house gym working out and he only does that when he is feeling extreme rage”

“We did not have any fight, we did not even speak to each other” I typed quickly.

I was omitting our discussion about his father and the things he had told me but if what Azeena was saying was right about her brother being angry, then it wasn’t directed at me but his father and why would he be angry when he did not care about me?

I groaned and dropped my phone; I wasn’t about to start picking out bits of Hassan’s rotten brain to analyze his thoughts and every action, what I was going to do was sleep.

The next day came swiftly and it was a repeat of my regular routine of eating, bidding my mother goodbye and cycling all the way to school. I had even woken up without any thoughts of Hassan or his father which was a plus on my side.

It was soon short-lived however when I cycled into school and there stood Hassan in my parking spot with his arms folded. He looked like he had been waiting for my arrival judging from the huge frown on his forehead.

I sighed and got down from my bike, rolling it to stop beside him; just when I thought I was going to have a good day.

“tifl saghir” He called out to me

“And we are back to that. When are you going to give it a rest?” I asked as I scooted away from him to park my bike someplace else

“Kimberly” He muttered, his voice going incredibly soft.

He was behind me, I could sense it even without turning and I felt my body heat up by his sheer nearness.

“What do you…”

My words were abruptly cut off by the force of his mouth on mine. He tasted like peppermint and sin, like everything I had imagined a kiss would taste like seeing as it was my first time.

I sighed and wrapped my hand around his neck while he drew me closer, leaving me on tiptoes as he explored my mouth.

My fingers touched the nape of his neck and slid into his hair which elicited a groan from him.

Excitement surged into my belly at what I was doing to him and I dug deeper, my tongue snaking out to scrap against his teeth. He groaned again, this time more loudly and then let go of me like he had been touching hot, scalding coal.

His eyes was hooded and dark with desire as he stared at me; I could tell he was confused and so was I. I was trying to understand my body and this unhealthy attraction I was feeling for him; unhealthy because he literally had been my worst nightmare in high school.

“We should go inside” He growled, still staring at me like he wanted nothing more than to continue kissing me which I wanted too.

“Yes” I breathed but could not bring myself to take a step.

I watched him walk away, my lips tingling with awareness that I had just been given the most mind numbing kiss and by my enemy.