Meeting Asif

KIMBERLY

Azeena came over to my house with dresses she was sure would be the perfect fit for the party and although I had not informed my mother about it, I knew she would hardly have any objections to me attending a party thrown by my best friend’s dad.

I squealed as she brought out a black number, waving it in front of me. It was a stunning dress, patterned with flowers at its edge and more so, it was very short.

It was a kind of dress my mother would never allow me to wear and one I wanted to just so I could see the color drain from her face.

“You will look absolutely amazing in that dress with your beautiful shape” Azeena sighed as she watched me try on the dress.

“Do not act all jealous. You are absolutely stunning and it is only proper that I have something over you too” I told her

I was curvy if that something and it was all thanks to my Italian gene which gave me hips and a well rounded butt. It wasn’t something I used to have and I guess I had adulthood to thank for such gift.

“We shouldn’t be late. I asked the driver to pick us up by 7 sharp and we should already be dressed and waiting by then”

My mother poked her head into my room and Azeena greeted her while I informed her of the party which she readily agreed to. I thanked her while I watched the worried line crease her forehead at how short my dress was and how exposed my thighs were

“Do you think it is okay to wear such dress” she asked

“We are going to their house for the party, mother not a club and besides Azeena recommended the dress for me”

“When will you be back?” She asked, not responding to my argument about the dress

“Before ten” Zeena told her

It was 7:30pm before the driver pulled up in front of my house. I tried not to react to the limousine that was picking us up but it was evident with how huge my eyes were that I was going into shock

“You never said anything about a limousine, Zeena” I said accusingly as stepped out, holding each other

“It is nothing” Zeena laughed and waited until the driver climbed out and held the door open for us.

I could feel the stares of my neighbors as I stepped into the car and from the doorway, my mother stood with her eyes portraying her shock

“Just how rich is your family?” I asked as I reclined in the seat.

“Rich enough” Zeena replied vaguely

I decided not to push the matter. It was obvious she did not want to tell me more and I wasn’t going to demand answers, I guess I was just going to have to see for myself.

We soon arrived and were led into one of the most exquisite halls I had ever seen in my life and not that I had seen so many halls. It was already filled with people and Zeena and I had to push our way through with me praying to God that I did not lose sight of her.

“It is not usually like this” Zeena breathed as soon as we stumbled upon a clearing.

I did not know how to respond because I was doing a lot of looking around. The chandelier hung so low that if I reached, I was sure I would touch its shiny tips and it left me very enthralled. I could finally understand why Azeena never talked about her family, it was because they were stinking rich and she probably did not want me to get intimidated.

“Come on, the main party is inside” She told me and then pulled me through some door.

I was hit again by the sheer affluence in the room but unlike the other room we had just exited which was packed to the brim. This one was filled with the choice few and I could tell that this was the VIP lounge and I was standing in it.

Zeena continued dragging me with her but I was trying to fill up my mind with as much details as possible so I could yap about it later.

“Oh no” Zeena muttered beside me

“What is it?” I whispered

“My dad is headed in our direction; I want you to maintain your cool and do not look” She snapped when my eyes began darting around

I did not know what she meant by me maintaining my cool but I could only imagine that her father was probably one of those strict and pompous rich men who wanted their children always under their thumb and did not want them associating with people who were of different social status to them.

It was definitely from him that Hassan had gotten such rotten attitude and I was determined to make a lasting impression on him and one that would not be good.

“Azeena” A deep and rich voice called so close to us.

“Dad” Zeena muttered

I steeled my spine and flexed the muscles on my face which were now rigid before bringing my eyes up to… OH MY GOD

This had to be a mistake, there was no way the Adonis standing in front of me right now was Zeena’s father but judging by the way he was looking ever so lovingly at Zeena

“Meet my friend, Kimberly and Kimberly… this is my father” Zeena introduced

I could not speak as I watched him stretch out a powerful hand for a shake. He was staring at me… gazing at me like I was something interesting and when he smiled, his whole face lit up like you would imagine a god’s face would.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr Farouq” I finally got out through my dry throat

“Oh please, so formal. You should call me Asif, Kimberly” He said

My name rolled off his tongue like whiskey. He pronounced it like he was tasting the name and found it considerably appealing and when our hands connected, I saw stars light up the dark room… I was in deep fucking trouble.