Daydreams and Hard Cs

KIMBERLY

It was with mixed feelings I prepared for the weekend with Azeena. She had assured me that her father would be absent and I did not need to feel uncomfortable around him.

“I am not uncomfortable around your father, why would you say that?” I told her

“I am not blind, Kim. I saw the way you were the dance and during dinner and I understand that my father has this overbearing presence that makes it hard for people to totally relate with him but he is a nice man and…”

“Zee, I don’t have anything against your father and if you noticed I was uncomfortable, it might have been because of your brother” I told her

“Great, my family makes my best friend uncomfortable” She sighed and collapsed on the chair

“I am just kidding, you know it will take a lot to do that and I do not think Hassan has what it takes”

“So, should I be expecting you? I will even send the driver to pick you up if you like”

“Don’t worry about that, I will come on my own. I just need you to be close to your phone for when I ring you about my whereabouts”

Azeena squealed and hugged me before she left, promising me a weekend I would never forget. I was sure it was going to be unforgettable with the presence of Hassan but I did not want to admit that I was hoping Mr Farouq would be around. It was weird that I was dying to see him again, dying to be touched by those dark eyes.

I shook my head, dispelling such evil thoughts; I should be grateful he wasn’t going to be there to tempt and seduce me with his powerful aura so why then was I feeling… disappointed.

“Do not forget to express my thanks for the invite, it is good for you to go out more with friends” My mother said

“Mother! I love being with you during the weekends and this is just this one time, it would not be happening again”

“Do not say that” My mother said.

She had no idea how tensed up I was about the whole thing. I did not want to see Hassan and this would be our first meeting ever since the time we both had detention together and I had threatened to kiss his father.

 I did not know how I was going to react to seeing him again which was going to be awkward as hell.

“See you later, mom” I said, kissing my mother on the cheek as I lugged my bag outside.

My Uber was here and Azeena had sent the address to her place attached with a little note that she was expecting me early so we could go shopping.

It did not take long for us to arrive at her house and with my heart in my throat; I walked to the gate requesting the security to make a phone call to her.

“Go on in miss, she already told me she was expecting you” He said.

I smiled in gratitude and walked in. The place was a sprawling mansion and I had not noticed it the other day because it had been night time and my feelings had been over the place. It was still all over the place at the moment but the beauty of their home was breathtaking.

I rang the doorbell once and prayed it was Azeena answering the door and not Hassan; I did not need his torment at the moment.

The creak of the door signaled me to the presence of someone on the other side and I took a deep breath, plastering a small smile on my face.

My smile soon faded and was replaced by shock as I stared at the person standing before me; it was Mr Farouq, shirtless with his cellphone to his ears as he regarded me.

“Make sure to have it delivered safely to its owner and get back to me on their response” He was saying to someone on the line.

I remained standing where I was as my eyes trailed the mat of hair on his very broad chest, down perfectly sculpted abs and into the…

“Are you going to stand there all day, Kimberly” He muttered, his voice washing over me.

My eyes snapped up to his face as I blushed furiously hoping he had not seen me trying to remove the remaining shred of clothing he had on with my eyes. The knowing smirk on his face suggested otherwise and I blushed deeper, hoping the ground could open up and swallow me whole.

“I wasn’t aware of… you are not supposed to be here” I blurted, not taking a step into the house

“I am not supposed to be in my own home?” He echoed, staring at me with those dark eyes that had haunted not one of two of my dreams and had left me shattered and hot with need.

“No, I did not mean it like that. Azeena said you are usually not home during the weekends” I said, my eyes staring in accusation

What the hell was he doing here and why was I happy to see him

“She is quite right but this is one of those rare occasions and I wanted to see you” He said, his voice dropping dangerously

I said nothing; I could not breathe stared back at him. He was messing with me again, flooding my thoughts with all these images of him and I…

“Stop it” I snapped

He chuckled and then grinned devilishly before opening the door wider

“Come in, Kimberly and I promise that I won’t bite” He said softly, his eyes raking over my body

“I am not afraid of you” I told him, my eyes narrowing to slits

He waited until I was close to him and that if I leaned backwards a little, I would have my back against his bare chest and my ass touching the bulge I had noticed in his pants.

“You should be afraid of me, Kimberly.” He murmured and then slammed the door shut jolting me from my daydream of rubbing my ass on his hard cock.