Chapter 41: Chapter 41

FRE-NEMY RIVAL

Janelle sat opposite the mirror while the make-up artist was doing some wonders on her face, a frown appearing on her face when she felt like it was a bit too much or her brow was overdone.

Since she parked into the ZADIR's, her work as a manager had reduced, Rashid barely spoke to her and all she felt was lonely and miserable, asides the little time that she shared few discussions with Aamina, the personal maid to the Sheikha.

They were done applying and making her up when the door of her room burst open, looking at the mirror, her eyes came to meet Rashids'.

She inhaled sharply, the man always looked good, dressed in an expensive grey tuxedo suit, with a short tie on his neck, giving him that preppy look.

His eyes on her were like a Hawk, obvious that he had been caught staring, he looked away from her, growling harshly at the make-up artist and the designer whom he had hired for today.

"What is keeping you guys?, I have no time to waste, hurry up with that!" he growled, stood by the door as he walked out hastily, dismissing her arrogantly and referring to her as a piece of thing.

Janelle's eyes welled up in tears, she took her head back to keep the tears from steaming down her face. She couldn't afford to spoil the good work they had done on her face and also let them know how the man keeps crushing her heart daily, with the icy look he gave her.

"Mãdámé." the male make-up artist called in his Spanish accent, noticing the different aura that emerged immediately Rashid entered and left the room.

"Nothing to worry about, I'm sorry I almost spoilt your work." she smiled.

He took a swift bow and left the room for the fashion designer to continue with his work.

Once she was done dressing up, the fashion designer led her out, she was dressed in a silver bodycon dress that stuck to every little and big curves of hers, it had a split from the little space above her knees and down to the floor, sweeping the marble tiled floor of the ZADIR's and on her head was a hijab and a shawl draped around her neck.

Stepping out to the main entrance of the gigantic building, Rashid stood in front of his Maybach Benz, scrolling through his phone, his hair was spiky and jet black.

Her breath hitched in her throat, the recent picture her cousin Renee sent to her of her children Hailey and Hayden, the little girl was the little exact replica of him. She had saved the picture as the cover screen of her iOS laptop.

She stood still watching him, there was no doubt, she still loves him even after everything he did to her, now her heart mas melting and the grudges she bore against him was wearing off.

Rashid turned immediately, noticing the presence of someone behind him. Admitting to himself that Janelle looked so beautiful, like she has always been.

"My wife" he admitted to himself, very proud of the decision he took.

Walking over to her, he held out his hands waiting for her to place her hand on his, like a perfect gentleman would do, but Janelle knew he wasn't, rather he isn't. He was acting all lovely in front of everyone, when she knew he barely spoke to her since the past two weeks she had been around. Always looking for all means to make sure they never meet.

Instead, her hands tightened around the male fashion designer as he led her to the Benz, from the corner of her eyes, she saw his nostrils flare and his fists clenched by his side before he eyed his boys warily from watching them, but she wasn't bothered about that, but rather, how they would both share the same space.

While the driver drove past the huge gate, Rashid ordered his men from the opened window of his Maybach Benz to follow through.

Janelle sat with her hands clasped between her thighs, her body was rigid, she was staring out, watching as they drove past the endless rows of trees, while Rashid was staring at her from the corner of his eyes.

They had been driving for over an hour, Janelle couldn't keep up with the silence and the cold aura in the car that she had to speak up, say anything, anything at all.

"Wh-where are we going?" she stuttered, fumbling with the bracelet around her wrist.

Puffing out the air he had been holding for over ten seconds, he replied nonchalantly, "Does it matter?."

Summoning up courage, she turned to face him, "I at least have the right to know where you are taking me to, or has my right also been taken away from me?," she asked softly.

He didn't answer, he brought out his phone from his pocket and began going through it.

"You really won't talk to me?, Give me a reply to my question?." she sighed, turning to her side of the window.

When he was sure she was looking the other way and finally given up on throwing different questions at him, he adjusted the growing bulge in his pants.

Sitting beside her was doing him no good, he was barely on the verge of self control, he thought that if he knew better he wouldn't have shared the same space with her, he would have entered his other car, now, the woman beside him didn't know what he wanted to do to her and with her in his car.

He was trying so hard not to snake his hands up her thighs to rest between the patch of curly black hair between her thighs, a place he could cherish all his life and never get tired of.

Sex!! - That was the only good thing he felt she could offer him, nothing more or less, although he never had the chance to.... or so he thought.

The chauffeur was driving at full speed that Janelle wasn't able to brace herself immediately the car crashed into a bump, she almost landed her face on the glass window of the car, when she felt firm, calloused hand around her waist. Rashid depicted the move and grabbed Janelle around her waist, urging her to his side, he inhaled sharply, taking in the flowery scent of hers.

"U-hmm tha-thank you." she mumbled, after she had gotten a hold of herself. Rashids' hand was still around her waist, she should have felt repulsed by his close proximity, but she wasn't, instead she felt her insides warm up and little butterflies creeping inside her. Her cheeks flushed.

As if the touch of hers burned him, he suddenly removed his hands, mumbling incoherent words to himself, rather than to her.

"You should be more careful," he growled, his lips set in a straight line.

"She felt so soft" his subconscious said, "I know you can't wait for a second bump" his subconscious mocked.

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The car and his escorts pulled over in an oil company, one Janelle knew to be amongst the biggest and most selling oil company in Asia.

Turning to Rashid, she asked wide eyed, she had seen and been to luxurious places, but this place... there were no exact words to describe it.

"Is this the place?" she asked.

"Come down from the car." he groaned.

"Wait...." he suddenly remembered something, Janelle turned to face him immediately.

He brought out what seemed like a jewelry box, hesitantly, he took out the ring which he had given to her when they were wedded.

"There's no need for that, we both know this is a truce, a contract, which would end in no distant time." she frowned, she didn't want to wear the ring. It reminded her of being his POSSESSION and that didn't sit well with her, she still wanted to maintain the thought that she's free.

"You have to, look outside, the press are here, Paparazzis too. If we claim to be a couple, then we must act like one..." he reminded.

"Not the ring, you're good in acting, me too, we could be all lovey dovey, but not the ring.... please." she lingered on the last word.

He completed the statement he was about saying before she interrupted, "If you still want the divorce" he boomed.

Hurt flashed in her eyes, he saw it, but he wasn't moved. He was good at hurting her. Turning to face the window, she raised her hand for him to put it.

She tensed when she felt his large, long fingers around her neck, then she felt something cold around her neck.

It was a pearl necklace, on it was an Arabic inscription, which meant, "Light of my eyes." she didn't know the meaning of the inscription, but then she didn't say anything, until she felt his lips on her neck.

"You're a temptress." he didn't want to say beautiful, she must have heard it so many times and that brought a lump to his throat, he was JEALOUS.

She stilled immediately, his lips lingered on her neck for over thirty seconds and his hands rested above the crest of her lush breast, gently caressing the pendant on the necklace, before he gently pulled away.

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Dargok with the aid of the security team made sure none of the press came as close to three inches towards Rashid and Janelle.

They walked into the private Lounge of FAROUQ's Oil Company, took their seat while waiting for Farouq. Since the incident that took place in the car, Janelle had become so withdrawn and quiet.

"Ahhha." A raspy voice which Janelle had never met said, walking into the lounge with a sinister smile on his face.

Janelle seeing how hard and stiff Rashids' face was knew by instinct that Rashid wouldn't want to see him for anything in the world if it weren't for the business deal.

"Ohhh, the WHORE?. I see." Farouq taunted, an evil smirk on his face.