Chapter 53: Chapter 53
An emerald green satin kaftan Mahira gave to Rakia for her to wear to the Golden Fork tonight. Small jewels formed a sizable prism in the center. To be honest, she rarely wore such elegant clothes, as time was not favorable for Rakia to wear such clothes. When she did wear it, it fit her body like it was made for her. She looked so graceful, covered and elegant, a very different appearance from Rakia the journalist. This time it was like she was seeing herself on the other side, Rakia the wife of a Dubai conglomerate. Rakia chuckled amusedly at the nickname in her mind. She continued to apply makeup to her face and wore accessories on several parts of her body. Like her earrings, bracelets and wedding ring.
She curled her hair in a style that she had briefly studied on the internet. She didn’t want to look unprepossessing at this dinner, now that she had entered and become part of the life of a Dashtan who came from a high social strata family. She didn’t want to look disappointing or embarrassing. Initially, Mahira wanted to help her dress up, but Rakia refused and said that she could do it, so her mother-in-law just gave her some jewelry that she could use. Once she had enough of her makeup and hair, she sprayed perfume on her wrists and towards her neck. The perfume was also a gift from her in-laws, the scent was soft and not overpowering, like the scent of flowers blooming in spring. As she put on the perfume, Dashtan walked into the room looking stunning. Rakia looked at the man through the mirror and then turned around.
When they met eyes, neither of them spoke as they admired each other. Rakia smiled and tried to break the ice.
“You look....” Rakia sighed, Dashtan walked over with graceful steps and followed Rakia’s sentence with a terse, “Amazing.” Rakia laughed lightly then shook her head weakly.
“No, Terrible.” Rakia corrected. Dashtan arrived in front of Rakia, the scent of their perfumes teasing their sense of smell against each other.
“Oh, yeah?!” Dashtan stared at Rakia with a burning gaze of pure desire for the beautiful woman before her.
“Yes, terrible for those women out there. You’re like fresh meat to a lioness who needs a stud,” Rakia said which only increased the man’s deepest desire to touch her. Dashtan touched his wife’s chin and placed it between his index finger which he bent and his mother’s finger to hold it. Slowly, he moved forward to immediately taste the lipstick-covered spongy thing that looked wet and tantalizing, but the door to their room opened and stopped Dashtan in his tracks when his lips were just a few inches away from splashing Rakia’s lips.
“We would have been late if I hadn’t come to stop this,” Mahira said which only made Dashtan roll his eyes. She moved away from Rakia’s face and turned to her mother. Rakia looked down for a moment to hide her flushed face.
“We’ll leave in my car, Mom will go first with Dad,” Dashtan broke off to which her mother nodded.
“Then, you guys get out, we have to get there together.” Having said that, Mahira left her son’s room with the door open. Dashtan let out a long sigh and then turned to Rakia. She bent one of her arms and Rakia understood what she meant, so she took it and they left the room. Rakia gawked again when a red Lamborghini was parked in front of her, very elegant and luxurious.
“Are we going to ride this?” asked Rakia still with a surprised and stunned look.
“Yes, this is my car, let’s go.” Dashtan opened the car door for Rakia and helped her into the car. She closed the door after Rakia was perfectly seated inside and she took a small jog around the front of the car until she reached the driver’s side. Dashtan turned to Rakia when she had put on her seatbelt, the woman seemed to be trying to put on the seatbelt but had not been successful.
“Here, let me help you,” Dashtan offered, unbuckling her seat belt and leaning toward Rakia. She helped the woman fasten her seatbelt and then took a moment to look closely at Rakia’s face.
“You remember your promise, don’t you?” asked Dashtan in a voice husky with the desire that had been building up inside his, all he needed was to release it. Rakia was surprised for a moment then her face instantly flushed as she nodded weakly. Dashtan smiled seductively.
“Good, girl,” he said heavily and deeply as he returned to his original position and put his seatbelt back on and started the car’s engine then left the yard following his father’s car which had gotten out first.
Rakia seemed to be trying to control the nerves that had been affecting her since she arrived at the fancy restaurant. Fortunately, Dashtan was always by her side so she didn’t feel alone and neglected. The dinner, which started with pleasantries, turned more serious as they discussed the topic. Rakia honestly didn’t want to interfere in the business her husband was doing, she didn’t want to get into any trouble later on, especially now that her profession as a journalist could be a boomerang for her.
“I heard your wife is a journalist, maybe she knows something about the current political situation on the other side of the world.” Mr. Zulfikar looked at Rakia with a demand for information. Rakia cursed in her mind, sooner or later she would be dragged into a situation that could turn even more cruel and demanding. Rakia lifted her face to look at the man, Dashtan looked worried about the situation but he had no way to save his wife from unauthorized prying.
“I think it would be rude to reveal confidential information, Mr. Zulfikar. We journalists adhere to a code of ethics in sharing information. Currently, the political situation in various countries is unstable, some countries are preparing to face elections, others are preparing to cooperate with their enemies to face other enemies. I could reveal everything, but not here.” Rakia smiled after saying that to Mr. Zulfikar, the man raised his forehead and smiled modestly.
“Besides, Rakia is here as my wife not as a journalist,” Dashtan defended which made Mr. Zulfikar laugh lightly. The man stuffed the piece of meat into his mouth, Dashtan gave the man a sharp look, Rakia glanced at her husband and realized that the tension of the man beside her was about to rise to the threshold. She immediately lowered her hand to place it on one of the man’s thighs and patted it lightly, signaling him to calm down. Dashtan who understood Rakia’s intentions immediately clasped the woman’s hand under the table that was currently on his thigh. He sighed to get rid of all the annoyance that was consuming him at the moment.
The dinner ended well with no more tense conversations between the two families. Mahira and her husband went home first, while Dashtan and Rakia decided to take a short walk, enjoying the atmosphere of Dubai at night.
“Do you know anything about the political situation in the country?” Dashtan was honestly interested in what Rakia had to say when Mr. Zulfikar questioned her. Rakia let out a long sigh.
“For all I know, your father will soon choose a successor to succeed him. So what Razak said is true?” It was Rakia’s turn to ask. She learned about the truth of the rumor that some of her fellow journalists at work were talking about, that Dashtan might just inherit his stepfather’s parliamentary seat. Dashtan paused for a moment, playing with his lips as he thought about what kind of answer to give Rakia.
“About me replacing my stepfather?” Dashtan tried to buy time.
“It will definitely be very hard in the future,” Rakia concluded.
“Yes, it’s hard for me.”
“And for me too,” Rakia said quickly. Dashtan looked away for a moment with a frown on his forehead.
“You’re an MP and your wife is a journalist. They’ll either force me to keep digging for information about you, or they’ll use me for far more complicated and dangerous purposes.” Rakia smiled sadly.
“I promised to protect you from all those dangers.” Dashtan’s ego began to be disturbed by Rakia’s words, which were most likely true.
“Is that parliamentary seat included in the inheritance you’re talking about?” Rakia turned to look at Dashtan in the dim light they got from the street lamps and buildings they passed. Dashtan didn’t answer and Rakia assumed the answer was yes.
“Maybe I should... I approve our divorce which is three months away.”
Rakia’s words made Dashtan grip the steering wheel tightly.
“No, that parliamentary seat is not included in the inheritance.” Dashtan was lying but Rakia knew that.
“You know, I can smell a lie from someone.” Rakia meant to joke and scare her husband at the same time. Dashtan chuckled.
“Really? What does it smell like?” Dashtan responded. Rakia smiled with pursed lips before answering.
“The scent is sharp and disturbing. Don’t ever lie to me, Ash. Because my trust is only valid once.” Rakia said that as a warning and Dashtan felt that the woman was not joking.
“Yes, I know that, and so do I,” Dashtan replied not wanting him to be the only one intimidated here. Rakia looked down with a smile, then distracted herself by staring out the window.
“Can you lower the glass? I want to see the view of the city at night,” Rakia pleaded which Dashtan immediately obeyed.
“Waaaah...,” Rakia exclaimed as the Dubai night breeze hit her in the face and the view of the building they were passing was brighter than through the windshield.
“I wonder if you ever went on vacation with your ex-boyfriend back in the day, when you were still together.”
Rakia looked at Dashtan for a moment and then back out.
“A few times, but never abroad. You must be wondering if I slept with him.” She smiled after hearing her own assumption about Dashtan’s thoughts.
“You slept with him?” the question came out of the man’s mouth as well.
“You think?” asked Rakia as she turned to her husband. Dahstan seemed a little uncomfortable with this discussion and Rakia knew it. She giggled in her mind.
“I’m not the type of woman to be frivolous about sexual relations. Does that answer your questions and curiosity? “Rakia asked a question to which Dashtan only replied with a nod of his head. When they arrived at the house, there was no one in sight, Rakia was a little confused by the deserted atmosphere of the palace-like mansion.
“Where is everyone?” asked Rakia to Dashtan as they crossed the living room to their rooms.
“Mom and Dad are mostly asleep. You didn’t forget, did you! With-“
“Yeah... I didn’t forget,” Rakia cut in quickly with a pouty face. Dashtan chuckled and was amused. Once they were in the room, Dashtan attacked without giving Rakia any time to dodge his attack. She was surprised by the hard, wet and deep kiss. Dashtan embraced her body like there was no tomorrow. He demanded that she step back to the edge of the bed. Dashtan undid whatever was blocking Rakia’s hair from unraveling. Dashtan pushed even harder until Rakia’s body fell onto the mattress.
“Wait...,” Rakia interrupted between her ragged breaths.
“Well... I know, I’ll help you get naked,” said Dashtan who was currently removing one by one the clothes he was wearing. Rakia widened her eyes perfectly, she also got up from her current position at the help of Dashtan who was already half naked. She asked the man to unzip her caftan at the back and after the fabric slid smoothly down her legs, her bra and safety triangle were visible as she turned towards Dashtan.
Dashtan stared at the woman’s body greedily with desire. He touched Rakia’s body from the shoulder blades with his fingertips until it stopped at the edge of Rakia’s panties on her hips.
“Like a goddess,” Dashtan praised Rakia’s current body. Rakia smiled with a blush on both cheeks.
“Shall we start now?” asked Rakia looking at her husband from behind her lashes. Dashtan grabbed her waist and pulled her body against his. Without saying anything she went back to tasting Rakia’s lips until they started the hot and sweaty game of pleasure that lasted all night.