Chapter Six

The dinner went on well and it was finally time for us to leave.

Omar held my hand and we walked outside. Everyone stared at us. I didn't like that much attention.

Why was everyone staring at us that way ?

I doubt they knew that he was a mafia leader but the attention, they were giving us was too much.

The evening wind was cold , I begun shivering. Omar noticed it. He took off his hoodie and gave it to me.

I hugged him slightly. He was in just a white tank top. I saw his muscles fully now.

He had tattoos all over his arms and his chest.

I never noticed it until now . He ushered me into the car and turned on the air warmer.

I easily caught colds , so after that little cold wind , my nose became runny.

Omar gave me some tissues and I sat at the back seat of the car.

I could see him looking at me through the rear mirror. I was tired, very tired.

When we got home , I had fallen asleep. He carried me to the bedroom and tucked me in.

I woke up the following morning to find him lying beside me.

I tried to get up but he pulled me to his chest.

I wanted to pull away , this wasn't right. He couldn't touch me like that, since I wasn't his wife.

I realised that I wasn't in yesterday's clothes , I begun wondering who changed my clothes.

"Did you change my clothes?" I asked him.

He smirked and said

"I wanted to , but Mrs. Bailey did"

'Thank God' I mentally sighed.

He rose up from the bed and held unto my hand protectively.

Why was he doing this ? I didn't want to fall in love!

I tried to let ho of his hand , but he continued to stare at me with a firm grip on my hand.

"Please let go of my hand " I said between sobs.

He quickly let go when he saw my tear drop.

"I'm sorry baby . Please forgive me " he pleaded.

I wasn't mad at him. I was mad at myself.

I was mad at my life , at my family , I was mad at everyone but him.

I didn't want to fall for him. I wasn't mad at him for making me fall for him , I was mad at me , for beginning to fall for him.

I got up and walked to the bathroom crying.

I sat there for about 3 hours , crying about my life , my mom , my friend , my dad , I crjed about everyone.

I knew that I was going to be grumpy for a few days , but I wasn't bothered.

I heard Omar leave the room. I was relieved. I didn't want to face him.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth.

I prayed to Allah. Even though time was gone, I still had to pray.

I took my bath and dressed up in a simple sleeveless short black jumpsuit. I tied my hair into a pony tail and sat down on my bed.

I knew that I wouldn't go outside of the room today , so I wore anything that would free my legs and arms.

Knock....Knock.....

"Come in ?" I said.

That nice maid I was speaking to the other time came in with a little baby girl.

The girl was so beautiful.  She had beautiful honey orbs and brown hair. Her smooth skin glowed.

"Umm Ma'am-"

"Please Mrs. Bailey, your my mother's age . Please call me your daughter or just Ilham" I said.

She smiled and continued

"My daughter , this is my sister's daughter.  Her name is Mardiya. Omar asked me to bring her to you , to keep you company" she informed me.

I was very happy.  I really loved children.

I collected the bundle of joy gently

"Thank you Mrs. Bailey.  Can you please send on of the maids to get me and the little baby some food ?" I asked her.

She nodded happily and left . She came back shortly with my favourite breakfast; Coffee with cookies.

The baby too had some cereals and milk. I was very glad to have a baby in my arms.

I would be a good mother , if I gave birth.

The lil baby also fell in love with me . She would hug me and even kiss me.

We played for a long time until someone knocked on the door.

It was Omar. OMG he was seeing me in my shorts jumpsuit and I chrsed myself for wearing it.

He admired how I was playing with the baby.

"You really like babies , don't you ?" He asked.

I just nodded and continued playing with the baby.

He smirked and sat beside me. The baby's gaze turned towards him.

The baby , looked at him for a long while before it started laughing.

I knew that the baby liked Omar.

Omar smiled at the baby and placed his arm around myself and the baby.

"This could be us" Omar whispered.

I gulped and turned to him.

Me ? and Him ? A baby ?

I was scared by then.

He wanted us to have a baby together ?

He saw the fear in my eyes and sighed.

He gave me a peck on my cheek and on my tummy and walked away.

Did he really mean that ?

Omar's POV

"She's scared of me Amir !" He told his friend.

He was distressed. When he left her that morning , he heard her crying in the bathroom. He had to do something about it. His heart hurt anytime she cried.

He asked Mrs. Bailey to bring her niece over , so that Ilham could play with her.

When he saw how happy she was with the baby , his heart calmed down .

When he told her that 'this could be us' , her reaction made his heart hurt again.

He always got what he wanted , so if he wanted a baby with her , he would get one..

He wouldn't force her . For now ...?

"You have to slow down bruh , she needs time. If you remain impatient with her , you might lose her and even lose me too " Amir warned.

"Lose you ? How ?" He asked Amir.

"She's my stepsister , remember ? If you hurt her , then I'm sorry to say , you're an asshole and I won't be putting up with assholes "

Amir explained further.

"Hahaha, don't bother yourself because , I ain't gonna hurt her. I promise " he assured Amir.

Amir smiled and nodded.

"Now back to how to make her not scared of me " he said to himself.

He was going to get her the best present she could ever ask for, a diamond jewellery set.

He was the prince of Turgistan after all and could afford all the luxuries he wanted.

He ordered the most expensive diamond jewellery set in the world for her.

It was about 100 - 150 million dollars.

But hey ? She was worth it.

He would take her on yet another dinner date , then present his gift to her.

He got a call from his father ; the king of Turgistan.

"Hello father ?"

"Hello my son ? How are you doing ?"

"I'm good father "

"Alhamdulilah, well I'd like to invite you to a conference meeting between our kingdom and the Malaysian kingdom"

"Ummm.. okay , when ?"

"As soon as possible"

"Okay father "

He hunged up. Geez , just when he was planning on making Ily trust him.

He had to tell her. He would leave tomorrow, in order to return early.

He walked to her room , to find her singing a lullaby to the baby.

Her voice was beautiful and the baby was sleeping.

He stood by the door and watched her until she saw him.

She blushed and smiled.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

He smirked at her and walked towards her.

"You have a very nice voice " he complimented.

"Thank you "

He continued to stare at her until he broke the silence.

" Ilham ? I have to go to Turgistan for a meeting with one of my clients" he lied.

He wasn't fully lying , bit he did lie about meeting a client. He was going to meet his father , the King of Turgistan.

"When will you come back ?" She asked.

"Sooner than you think " he answered  while caressing her cheek.

She nodded and placed the baby down gently like every good mither would.

He just sat down , observing her. How she tucked the baby in ?

He was proud of her. She turned to find him gazing at her.

"Umm... why do you always stare at me like that ?" She asked coyly.

He smirked at her and whispered

"Because you're mine and I like staring at my favourite things. Especially You"

She gasped and looked at him with beautiful teary eyes.

She was his favourite thing ?

She smiled at him and turned away.

He kissed her palm, her neck , cheek and tummy once more , before he left.

It wasn't right, but she felt like it was.

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