Chapter Twenty Eight

Ilham woke up to an empty bed. Omar wasn't we're he ought to be. She felt sad. Had she done something wrong that night? Was her performance not good enough for him? Did he not want her anymore? The thoughts flooded her mind like tiny insects.

The pain she felt was so intense. She limped to the bathroom and took a long warm bath. After this she dressed up in a summer dress and put on a scarf on her hair.She couldn't afford to go out limping like that. Everyone would probably know that she was claimed and that her claiming was a rough one.

Ilham lay down on her bed and begun fretting about what to do with her life now.Deeply engrossed in her thoughts that, she had no idea that someone had just walked in and was sitting next to her.

"Hey baby" Omar's voice came. She was startled by his sudden voice. Her facial expressions changed to an angry one when she realised it was him.

"Go away from me!" She snapped at him. He knew she was angry and he was going to make her happy.

"Who is my baby girllll?? You are!!" He begun tickling and teasing her. Ilham tried to come out of his grip but couldn't. This man was too strong and she was hurting, between her folds.

"Get off of me! No! Omar! Stop!" She cried when he finally found her ticklish spot. It was right behind her ears. Omar held her firmly and tickled her till he got tired.

"Leave me alone Omar! You left me! I thought..." Ilham paused her statement. She didn't want to tell him that she thought he didn't like the sex they had.

"You thought what hun?" Omar asked mischievously. Telling from the smirk on his face, he knew what was on her mind. Ilham couldn't afford to embarrass herself more than she was feeling.

She just turned away from him and got off the bed hissing. Omar smiled. If she was still hissing, then it meant he had done an awesome job. With such great loving he gave her, no man will ever be able to satisfy her like he does.

He pulled her back and she landed on his laps with a thud.

"Ahhh!!! Omar it hurts!!!" She screamed.

"I'm sorry hun. " he apologised. She calmed down after a while.

"Omar?" Ilham called as her head was dug in his chest.

"Yes baby?" Omar responded.

"I had a dream last night" she started. Omar have her his undivided attention.

"Uh Huh?" Omar asked.

"You had found someone else. And you left us. And I was heartbroken. And I wanted to cry. And you forgot all about me. And..." Ilham was cut short when Omar's lips crushed with hers in a wet and passionate kiss. All the memories from last nights dreams faded away in the kiss.

Omar pulled back a little to meet with her flushed face. Even after having their intimacy twice already, she was still as shy as a new bride. Even if it was a peck, Ilham would hardly stare Omar in the eye, because of her shyness.

It always marvelled him. He caressed her cheeks slowly, as he gazed at her red plump lips. If she was food, he would have eaten her, from the day he first met her.

"I'm going nowhere baby. My home is here with you and our kids. No woman is going to come near me, because if she does, I have a tigress who's going to rip her apart for me " he said. She knew she was the tigress here. Was he trying to be sweet or just naughty.

"Am I the tigress?" Ilham asked. He smirked and nodded at her.

"You are a tigress in everything. Especially when I'm claiming you. You do everything right and make sure that I'm happy. That's what makes me love you more" he cussed. Ilham felt happy, shy and angry at the same time.

"So without that deed, you wouldn't love me this much?!" She snapped at him.

"I'm sorry hun. I meant, it's one thing that I, you know...you know what? Screw this! I have a surprise for you" he sung into her ears.

She smiled and held his hand as he got up and carried her like a bag on his shoulder our if the room.

Omar ceased this opportunity to grope her ass. Ilham bit him hard on the collar bone. He didn't even flinch. As though it didn't hurt him.

"That tickles hun" he said. She was surprised that it didn't hurt him.

"Put me down!" She commanded.

"Okay!" He pulled her away from his shoulder violently so that it looked like she was about to fall.

"Ahhhh!!! Carry me back!!" She yelled as she was about to fall. Like the speed of lightening, Omar swept her from the air, before she almost hit the ground.

"Ahhh I almost died!" She snapped at him, while she clawed at his back playfully. All he could do was to laugh as she clawed at him.

"I thought you wanted me to put you down?!" He asked mischievously. Ilham rolled her eyes at him and sighed.

"Leva me alone Omar!" Then once again he pulled her off violently again, this time sending both of them tumbling to the ground.

"Oww that hurt Omar! Remember my..." She couldn't complete her sentence because Omar was staring deeply at her, waiting for her to complete her statement.

"You know what?! Screw this!" She snapped at him.

"Your what hurt baby?" He asked mischievously. Ilham just rolled her eyes and got up to leave.

"Hey I'm sorry hun" he run after her. She ignored him but her next expression made him happy. She screamed out of happiness when she saw a sleeping white kitten in the foyer in a cute basket.

"You got me a kitten?!!!! Ahhhh!! Thank you!!!" She screamed as she limped to the kitten. She was such a screamer and that was what Omar loved most.

"Aww she's so cute. I'll name her Iman!" She exclaimed as she hugged the sleeping kitten, waking it up.

She turned to Omar who was admiring her. She run to him with her hurting folds and hopped on him. 

"Thank you so much Cupcake!" She yelled into his ears. He ceased that opportunity to kiss her.

"Go get ready, we're going to Turgistan!" He informed. Ilham looked at him in shock yet happiness.

"We're going to your country? Right now?" She asked. He gave her a mischievous smile and said

"Yeah. Unless, maybe you want us to do a 'quickie' before we leave?" Omar was being so nasty today and all Ilham could do was to blush or roll her eyes at him.

"Nash, I'll pass. Now let's go get ready!" She screamed as she limped to her room to get dressed.

It took Ilham a few minutes to get dressed. She came out in a nude coloured hijab and a nude coloured jumpsuit. She looked very beautiful and she knew because the beautiful man Omar was starting at her intently.

He too looked dashing in his V-Neck and ripped jeans. What was it with men and ripped jeans? It looked hot on them tho'.

"You look good my love" he complimented making Ilham blush.

"Thank you. Too bad I can't say same about you" she replied. Omar knew she was complimenting him in disguise.

"It's so sad I'm not handsome but at least you're in love with an ugly fellow like me" he uttered, making Ilham smile.

"Let's just go hun. You can continue your bickering in the car" Ilham replied in a fake bored manner.

Omar smiled and held her hand and walked out of the house. It was her first time going to his country and he was very excited. The next time, that is when he is being coronated, he would go along with the kids, Hayat, Amir, Mrs. Bailey, and Ilham's father.

He couldn't wait to see his mother. And he knew she would be super excited to see him and Ilham too.

So hand in hand, they walked to his car. And off they went to his country.

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