Chapter 21: Chapter 21

Locking the door behind her after leaving Marya to the mercy pf a cartoon on her laptop, she moved to Omar and took his hand. What the hell Omar, why are you here. I told you stop okay.

I’m sorry Lisa, for ruining your day. It’s only that you had left your phone in my car and I thought to drop it off. Seeing the phone, Lisa felt ashamed. She took it, making their hands brush each other, something that brought a rush of heat to her face. Ummh thanks for dropping it off. Lisa said as she turned on her heels back to her office.

Wait, there’s something I need to talk to you about please. Omar said as he grasped her hand.

Omar what could we really talk about. Just because you dropped me of today does not give you the right to talk to me.

I know and I’m sorry. I only want to borrow thirty minutes of your time and if you do not like whatever proposition I have then you can leave.

Okay, then go ahead I’m a hurry.

Taking a deep breath, Omar lowered his voice even more. Can we please discuss this over dinner, I’ll buy?

Dinner, you scum bang, you really have guts. And why would I want to eat with you in the first place. Lisa said as she fought the desire that was nearly overpowering her anger. His presence made her heart race. His scent driving her nuts. And the way his low sinfully hoarse voice was making her insides into putty.

I’m sorry, then we could talk right here. We could go to your office at least be seated.

Remembering that Marya was in the office, she quickly thought of a solution and had them sit in his car. Yet his politeness somehow made her uneasy. Omar was never polite. He was arrogant, confident and definitely a jerk at times, but it was what made him attractive. His politeness now was however tipping the scales. It was so very unlike him.

Sitting in the passenger side, their close sitting making her spine tingle with awareness, she heard him take a deep breath. He opened his mouth once or twice before he spoke whatever he wanted when he saw her clamber to open the door and leave.

I have a proposal for you. Omar could not help berating himself for not choosing better words to begin telling her his proposition. He was Omar, was he seriously feeling intimidated by her. taking a subtle deep breath, he rearranged his thoughts and faced her. I want you to help me with something and I will pay you well.

Making a sarcastic laugh, Lisa turned to him, her lips upturned in mockery. My, my, my, Omar needs help. Oh, and did I get it right, he would pay me. Oh, my dear Omar you never cease to amaze me. And why would I want to help you.

Because I would help you with your business.

At this, Lisa was reminded of her failed appointment as she gnawed on her lips. Shaking her head, she knew that she could not accept anything from him. He was far from a good person. No, I will not help you in whatever you want. Find someone else. With that, she unlocked the door and attempted to slide down.

You won’t even listen to the kind of work I’m offering you? Omar asked as he started panicking in his heart, yet his somber face showed none of the mess going on in his heart.

Oh Hassan, there’s nothing to listen to, you of all people cannot offer me anything good. With that she stood and started walking. What if I pay you a hundred thousand dollars? He shouted as she walked further. On the other hand, her response was the lifting of her middle finger to him. He watched her sashay to her building. Her pants showing off her curves, yet the drop of her shoulders touched something primal in him.

Struggling to breath slowly and calm down, he hit the driving wheel with so much force that the horns were blaring and when he started feeling constricted in the place, he attempted to move but his shoe was held by the brake pedals. What the hell. Feeling anger and frustration building up on him, he shouted and attempted to move and, in that attempt, his trouser ripped.

Finally stepping out of the car, he could not help kicking the car and slamming his hands on its hood, though there was no exhilaration with that. No, what he felt was failure and how he hated failure. Remembering his impeding fight, he walked for a while as calmed down and then drove to his house. After a shower and a change of clothes, he was on his way to the gym. My Lee was already waiting for him and they started warming up as they waited for the fight to begin.

When it was an hour to, he changed his clothes to his shorts, had his head gear attached and his teeth protection. Stretching and jumping up and down, he attempted to release his stress slowly. Then before he knew it, they were in the ring, the referee having blown the whistle. Mr. Rocco did indeed intimidate him but only a little. What people did not know, was that he thrived in attempting challenges. Twisting his neck, he made a come to me motion with his hands and they were already started.

Mr. Rocco however huge he had been was slimy and tricky. He fought in fast furious moments while Hassan was ruthless and forward. His breath was coming in short breathy gasps and he could feel his adrenaline kicking. He was a predator and Mr. Rocco would have no idea what had hit him. They exchanged punches and while he managed to hit Rocco, he was pushed. His ribs were hutting like nothing else while his head had begun aching. But he could not stop. No, he could not afford to. He had been at his lowest, but that was when he could spring up and surprise his opponent.