Okay, so I decided to
write another part thanks to Jas's GIFS that melted me. I am such a softie! I
had no idea what I was going to write as the bailout OS was such a random quick
thing for fun! But I realised there wasn't enough Asad in the last part and
trust me if you guys can get into my head right now, I am imagining this sexy
guy that will burn you and I thought that is what I wrote but didn't! SIGHSSS
he still remains in my head, cannot pen that sexiness! GAHHH! This is for my
Asya lovers! No storyline, just ASYA! Thank you for your comments for last part!
XOXO
OS: Claiming His Best Friend
"HEY GUYS!" Samie greeted them as soon as the phone stopped
ringing; Zoya narrowed her eyes at the phone before glancing over at Asad who
was staring at the road ahead of him, his elbow leaning against the window edge
while he drove. And that sexy grin remained on his face.
"GUYS?" Zoya repeated, "How did you know he was here?"
"Oh Zoya, you are so naive girl. You think I won't have the
perfect emergency bailout ready for you?" She laughed like a maniac. Asad
chuckled, Zoya hit his arm.
"When did you get back?" Zoya directed her question at Asad.
"This morning." He looked over at her; those intense eyes
did something to her insides. He winked at her before looking straight.
"You both knew" Zoya let out an exasperated sigh.
"I don't see why you're mad girl. You have a hottie sat next
to you." Samie took a gulp of her wine before practically grinning into the
phone.
"Thanks sex bomb" Asad smirked. Zoya raised her brow. "She
is a sex bomb though"
"I knew there was a reason you were my best friend instead
of something more." Samie chuckled.
"Oh My God. Why am I part of this conversation?" Zoya closed
her eyes and threw her head back.
"Why wouldn't you be? We are celebrating together." Samie
said a little too loudly, Asad stifled a laugh. She was a little too drunk.
"What exactly are we celebrating?" Zoya opened her eyes, her
forehead creased in confusion.
"Both of you becoming one" Samie announced.
"WHAT?" Zoya gaped at the phone.
"We're celebrating us" Asad gave her an intense look, way
too many by the likes of it. Zoya was finding it hard not to melt into him.
"There's an US?" Zoya blinked. His grin turned wide,
stretching over his beautifully carved face. That cheeky look on his face she
was way too familiar with.
"There's been an us since the day your ass said Hi to me in
the lift." He winked at her. Zoya felt her heart burst out of her before she
realised what he said, her hands went flying over his mouth before he could
further praise her ass.
"You're not meant to talk about that ever." She warned him.
He removed her hand before placing it over his chest. She could feel his heart
thumping below her palm. She swallowed hard.
"Baby, I'm the only person that can talk about that ass."
His eyes flashed a mixture of possession and lust.
"Yeah and a million of other guys that crave for it as she
catwalks" Samie interrupted.
"SAMMM!" Zoya scolded. "I do not catwalk."
"So you don't deny other guys wanting it?" Samie questioned,
Zoya can literally see her raised eyebrow along with her mocking face in front
of her.
"Sam easy on that girl. I'm driving." Asad gripped the
steering wheel tightly, his girl was hot. There was no denying it and he could
hardly blame guys for lusting after her. But it burned his heart. He wanted to
knock their eyes out for ever looking at her.
"I told you to brand that ass years ago." Samie spoke in a
bored tone.
"Guys, I'm still here. And it is my ass and no one is
branding it thank you very much." Zoya said as a matter of fact. Asad gave her
a look that said keep dreaming girl
and Samie made a pft noise. "Samie you are SO drunk." Zoya crossed her arms.
"Of course I am, I am celebrating you guys!"
"There is no US guys." Zoya spoke in an unconvincing
voice.
"Keep dreaming baby girl" Asad and Samie said at once. Asad
parked up inside his basement garage.
"You take care of both of you okay." Samie sighed, "I can't
believe I just became the third wheel to our trio. What am I going to do with
my life? I am so depressed." She ended the call. Zoya stared at her phone for a
good thirty seconds before glancing over at Asad who had his eyes fixed on her;
she could see the stark need in his eyes.
"There is going to be an us baby" He reached over the
gearbox for her hand; they were petite in his large ones. His thumb went over
the back of her hand, brushing it back and forth softly. "I am going to take
you into the building and give you a thousand reasons for you to accept us and
then allow you to give me that one reason why there shouldn't be. I feel so
strongly for you, I doubt that reason is going to make a difference." His eyes
darkened, Zoya could see the determination in his eyes.
He took her hand to his lips and grazed it lightly. She
watched him silently get out of the car before walking around to open the
passenger door. He held his hand out to her; Zoya placed her hand in his eyes
without removing contact with his eyes. He pulled her body against his, his
free hand pushed the door close before sliding around her waist holding her
securely against him. He nuzzled into her neck inhaling her scent before
smothering her with feathery kisses. Zoya was sure to drop to her knees if it
wasn't for his tight hold around her waist. "So best friend, you ready for this?"
He whispered into her ears, brushing his lips against her cheek. Zoya shivered
as Asad's hold around her tightened further. She bravely tilted her head back to
look up at his face. Her lips parted but no words came out of her mouth. He
smiled at her knowingly before pecking her lips and entwining their hands pulling
her along behind him.
"Hey Mike" Zoya squeaked at the guard outside the lift. Asad
chuckled throwing the keys to her Mustang over to him.
"Have someone pick up my car." Asad nodded towards Mike who
didn't react. Zoya followed like a robot into the lift, Asad hit the button for
the 4th floor. He owned the whole building. She didn't stand a
chance against his charm being alone with him today.
"How was the London meeting?" Zoya asked bravely, his grip
on her hand tightened. She didn't blink watching the lift doors close. He
pushed her against the elevator, before running his finger down the side of her
face. Zoya couldn't help but lean into his touch. She bit her bottom lip, she
has been working with him for the past three years, never had she ever given
into him like this before. They are best friends for goodness sake, have gone
through the good and the bad together. Asad was known as a Casanova, sleeping
with every chick who threw themselves at him. But he had never tried anything
with her. That always disappointed her for some odd reason. Until the last
year, when his every touch seemed like something more, driving her to the end
of sanity. Not that the four years she has known him has been easy on her.
"I didn't have anyone in my bed, if that is what you wanted
to know. I have stopped screwing random girls since you..." He trailed off, his
warm breath intoxicating Zoya as his face remained mere inches away from hers.
"Since I caught you in bed with that blonde" She managed to
choke out, Asad's thumb brushed the side of her lips.
"Did I ever tell you that you were the only girl that I ever
truly wanted? That every other girl in my bed could not erase my need for you.
That they were only a distraction from wanting you." He whispered softly. Zoya
searched his eyes, her heart beating frantically inside of her. She shook her
head lightly. "You will always be too good for me baby" He leaned his forehead
against hers and closed his eyes. "But I am going to be selfish because I have decided
that I want you more than a best friend. You are the best thing to ever happen
to me. I cannot see you with anyone else." He kissed her forehead and then her
nose before pulling her hand and leading her out of the lift. Zoya stared at
his back, feeling totally out of her own control. This man in front of her has
possessed her heart, body, mind and soul. Her eyes scanned the living room that
has completely transformed. This was not the way she remembered it, all the
furniture had been moved out of the way. In the middle, sat a round table with
candles and flowers. There was also a bucket holding his fine wine. The room
was dim; there were candles spread everywhere with red petals spread over every
inch of the gigantic living room. The soft music reached her ears and she
pulled at his hand bringing him to a halt. Her eyes gleamed taking in the sight
before her.
"Is this for me?" She whispered softly leaning closer
towards him, her front touched his side. Her hand reached up towards his face
before pressing against his cheek and turning it to look towards her. He let go
of her hand to wrap around her waist and his other hand went over hers on his
cheek. He nodded towards her.
"You're special baby. And you deserve only the best. I want
to do everything right by you." He told her, his voice low. "The four years
that I have known you, from the first moment I laid my eyes on you. My heart
knew you were different. And you deserve special." Zoya reached up and captured
his lips. Asad was taken by surprise at first; both of his hands went around
her and lifted her out of her heels. Her legs wrapped around him throwing every
bit of her into the kiss, both of his hands held onto her bottom gluing her to
him. He reluctantly pulled back from the kiss. "Not yet baby. I want you to
enjoy our date. I still haven't finished everything I have to say to you." He
placed a soft kiss on her chest grinning up at her thoroughly kissed swollen
lips and flushed face; her eyes sparkled back at him.
"There's more?" She tilted her head questioningly.
"So much more" He smirked. Zoya's face turned a deep
crimson. "We still have to discuss my fascination with your ass" He squeezed
his hands, "Mighty fine" He winked. Zoya's eyes turned wide before smacking him
across the chest.
"You can't say stuff like that" She chastised, embarrassed.
"Sure I can." He replied cockily, his tone playful. "Cus I'm
branding that ass today." That earned him another smack; he chuckled walking
over towards the table, with her still attached to him. "You know, me and you,
US." He kissed her neck before placing her down on the chair.
Zoya squirmed under his eyes as they trailed down her body.
"Baby, thank you for not wearing that skirt otherwise I would have taken you on
the footpath the instant I saw you." Zoya's jaw dropped open at his comment,
her cheeks reddened further. "But, knowing what's under those jeans, I don't
know how long I can go before stripping you naked." His eyes darkened with
hunger. He smirked down at her flustered state. "Don't worry. By the end of
this night, I'll have you strip them off for me." He winked at her. Zoya was
about to lunge forward to hit him but he jumped back shaking his head.
"Sit your ass back down baby before I tackle you to the ground. I am
controlling myself somehow but your touch will break me." He said weakly, his
expressions showing his pain. Zoya sat still in her chair, moving her attention
away to focus on the red roses in the middle of the table. She reached forward and
grabbed a rose before bringing it to her nose to inhale the scent. Asad watched
her every movement.
"I'm hungry" Zoya said softly without looking up. "He ruined
it by proposing to me..."
"What? He proposed to you?" Asad asked in disbelief, Zoya
watched from the corner of her eyes as he folded his jumper up to his elbows
revealing his tight muscles and traces of a tattoo she wanted to touch since
the day her eyes caught it. She has had many many chances before but she didn't
have the courage to touch him so intimately without crumbling.
"Yes after he asked me to change my profession" Zoya
shrugged her shoulders, Asad reached for the bottle of wine before pouring it
into a glass for her. He sat down opposite her, his every movement oozed
finesse.
"Who's the asshole now baby?" His lips twitched, his eyes
crinkled. Zoya sighed; even his eyes were smiling at her. How on earth did she
resist him for so long? Why was she ever his best friend instead of something
more. Her heart wanted this man.
"Still you Asad." Zoya smiled before pouting. "Still hungry.
Please tell me there is food." She asked hopefully.
"Why would I deny something so trivial as food" He winked
before holding his phone against his ear. "She's hungry, bring it all up." Zoya
observed quietly before glancing towards the entrance as Henry walked inside
pushing a trolley. The room was silent for a few moments before Zoya burst out
laughing uncontrollably, Asad tried to hold himself back. Henry stopped in
front of them.
"I don't get paid enough for this shit" He muttered fixing
his bow tie. Asad shot him a look and Henry straightened up, suddenly the
epitome of professional.
"What have you done to Henry?" Zoya spoke in between breaths;
Henry was one of Asad's personal body guards. She has tried interacting with
them since she met them but in all these years, they were always dressed in
smart black suits ready to kill anyone for Asad, their expressions always
blank. But seeing him dressed as their waiter today was just something else.
"I spoke to Martin, and he has delivered our favourite
dishes." Asad nodded at Henry who looked uncomfortable nonetheless placed the
first two dishes in front of them. Zoya shook her head before moving out of her
seat, she stopped Henry, he looked relieved before his face went blank again.
"Thank you Henry, but that is enough. Honestly, we will
manage. You go. Thank you again" Zoya reached up and placed a soft kiss on his
cheek. He looked at her shyly before stepping back and straightening his
posture. "Thank you for everything" Zoya winked for all the years he has looked
out for her.
"Anything else Asad." Henry spoke in a robotic voice.
"Apparently not" Asad looked at Zoya who was beaming down at
him. They both watched Henry leave, his long strides showing his desperation to
run away from the two. "Stop looking at me like that. Ruined everything." He
grumbled.
"That was amazing. That was just something else." She chuckled.
She lifted the lids and served the food into his plate. Asad reached up to
stroke her cheek.
"Thank you." He whispered softly. "For everything."
"You know I'm still waiting on those thousand reasons" Zoya
moved back around the table to take her seat.
"Okay" He coughed, he picked on some chicken from his plate with
his fork before holding it out to her over the table, Zoya wrapped her hand
around his before taking a bite. She hummed in pleasure. Asad bit his bottom
lip enjoying the look on her face. "Is this not a good enough reason?" He
raised his eyebrow.
"Nope." She took a sip of her wine. "So, tell me more about
this London trip."
"Seriously?" He crossed his arms.
"We are business partners." She smiled innocently at him.
"But you were more pissed about me missing our cocktail
night."
"Of course I was. You broke our tradition" She pointed at
him with her fork.
"I broke a lot of rules before we made them baby" His tongue
went over his bottom lip; Zoya swallowed whatever was in her mouth.
"Stop it." She threw him a look. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Stop what?" He asked innocently.
"What rules are we talking about here?" She asked shaking
off the distraction in front of her.
"I love it when you do that. You were always attracted to
me."
"No I am not" She lied, "Do what?" She looked up at him; he
had a playful smile on his face.
"The way you shake off your attraction towards me." His eyes
went over her lips before resting on her heaving chest. He chuckled softly.
"If you knew I was attracted to you... why now?" She asked
him.
"Why what baby?" He sat up.
"Why are you asking for an us now?"
"Trust me when I say, I have tried to before. But with you..."
He raked his hair, "I cannot see you with anyone else. I cannot stay away from
you any longer. I want you in every way, not just as my best friend, or my
business partner, I want you beside me as my girl, and one day when you'll
allow me, I want you as my wife." He held her eyes; they were on the verge of
tears.
"Two proposals in one day" She tried to control her tears
but the dam burst before she could do anything. She was half laughing, half
crying. "That could only happen to me. You didn't even let me eat properly."
She dabbed her eyes with the napkin. "You're not allowed to say all of that."
"Sure I can" He smiled getting up, "And I just did." He held
her elbow before pulling her up against him, Zoya rested her head on his chest,
his arms wound around her waist. "Thank you for becoming my friend. Thank you
for agreeing to become my business partner. Thank you for wearing that skirt
that day when you were running late and fixing it in the lift" Her arms
tightened around him, "Thank you for keeping me in check and allowing me to get
to know you. And smell you and touch you when I knew I couldn't have you."
"Asad" Zoya scolded burying her face further into his chest.
She could feel his body vibrate in her hold, he was laughing the ass.
"So what do you say baby? You want to make it official?" He
kissed the top of her head, she tilted her head back while one of his hand
wrapped around the nape of her neck pulling her forehead to rest against his,
and their breaths to mingle. Zoya lifted her right hand and placed it over his
chest.
"You look at another girl from this day forward Asad Ahmed
Khan, you're going to wish you were never born." She accepted his proposal with
her threat. Asad grinned.
"As if I would dare baby." And then he took her lips, and
she allowed him to take every bit of her, devour her until there is nothing
left in the world except them both, here in this dim room - two people so
completely different from one another, maybe wrong for each other and yet,
somehow it was right. His hands slip beneath her top, his callused fingers
explored her back caressing the bare skin there. Her whole body arched against
his, and she couldn't help but stop the satisfied sigh that slides up her
throat, past her lips and into his mouth. He swallows the sound without
breaking contact with her lips, his tongue slides inside her mouth and strokes
hers. That single brush is all it takes for Zoya to shatter whatever self-
restraint or doubt she had been clinging onto. It was a shot of pure oxygen
into the embers of slow burning passion that has been smouldering between them
for years. In seconds, they were set ablaze. Her hands traced his torso,
greedily exploring every stretch of bare skin within reach as his grip
tightened around her back. She scraped her nails against his chest revelling in
the feeling of his muscles contracting, Asad groaned low in his throat as a
response to her touches. She grinned against his lips. Asad pulled away, taking
a deep breath before staring deep into her eyes. She could feel his very soul
emerging with hers. He lifted her up, Zoya's legs wrapped around him before
resting her head on his shoulder.
"I'm claiming you as mine baby and I'm never letting you go."
He whispered hoarsely against her neck placing wet soppy kisses before holding
her tight against him.
XOXOXO
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