- Noor's POV -

"You two enjoying the evening?" Shahid smiles.

I only nod because I remember Mr. Yasir telling me to keep my mouth shut.

Were these two the "extra special" business colleagues we were supposed to bump into here?

"I thought I'd bring Noor out to eat since she's been working so hard for me." Mr. Yasir demeanour completely changes again. "She deserves a little time to enjoy herself." His eyes soften again when he looks at me.

There goes my heart doing that annoying little flutter.

"Noor is such a simple girl. You could've taken her to McDonald's and she would've been content. She probably doesn't understand the exquisite sense of this restaurant." Nadira is clearly annoyed at this.

But her comment about me makes my blood boil. How dare she speak about me like I'm someone beneath her? Like I'm some peasant?

"You're right, he could've and I would've been completely okay with it. But he decided he wanted to treat me to something special, I'm not complaining." I flash her the most innocent smile.

"She's not wrong. Good choice, Yasir." Shahid winks at him.

Her expression crumbles into distaste and she drags her husband by his arm. "Let's go take a seat, Shahid."

"Did you give her our location?" I ask Mr. Yasir as I grit my teeth.

My anger hasn't died down yet.

"No, of course not." He doesn't look up from his phone.

After a few seconds of silence, it hits me. "Oh my God, you knew she was coming here. That's why we're here."

He doesn't answer me, neither does he look up from his phone screen.

"Pathetic." I mumble.

"Excuse me?" He finally looks up at me.

"I said, pathetic." I repeat myself knowing just how dangerous that could be. "It's pathetic that you two didn't just marry each other instead."

"It's none of your damn business." His voice becomes dangerously low.

I decide not to ruin the mood any further after our food arrives. Instead, I lecture him on how he should take care of Munchkin and I'll be really sad if he throws him away.

We've become a little more comfortable around each other now.

"I don't care about your damn toy!" He grunts.

"You should! I see one hair on his head out of place, and I'll set your office on fire." I joke.

"A child! You're a child!" He shakes his head.

His phone dings and he smirks at his screen. Then, he looks at me as if he's making a decision about something.

Then, he looks as if he's decided on the option.

"I'm going to quickly step out for a bit. I'll be right back." Mr. Yasir gets up. "If you need anything, text me."

Being left alone, even for a few minutes at a place like this makes me nervous. But I nod anyways. I already look pretty immature in front of him sometimes, I don't need the fear of being left alone to be something he has to deal with.

I had already finished the pasta while he was here and I shared the pizza with him. I finish up my salad all alone after he stepped out. Lucky for me, we were seated in a private area where there was barely a soul who would look over.

A few minutes turn into 10, then 15, then 20 and now we're about to hit 30 minutes.

I texted him 15 minutes ago asking if he's alright.

What if he bailed on me?

Oh my God, I think he bailed on me.

But then I look at the table and he left his coat and wallet here.

The host comes around with the bill, looking at Mr. Yasir's empty chair.

"He went ahead. I'll be paying." I smile at him.

"That's no problem." He hands me a fancy leather receipt book.

The price for each item made my chest hurt...

Margherta pizza: $28
Lo speghetto al pomodoro: $22
Scarolla: $15
Rigatoni all'americana: $25
Cuvee Prestige's Franciacorta: $45
Sparkling water: $8

Subtotal = $143
Total: $148

What in the damn hell is $45? Isn't that the drink he ordered?

I probably visibly looked uncomfortable so the host asked if we should wait for Mr. Yasir to come back.

I shake my head. "No, no. I was just thinking about how I'm definitely coming back for the pizza and pasta again."

The host smiles at the compliment. "Thank you. Please do come again, we have pasta specials every month, created by Michelin star chefs."

I pay with my credit card and pay a $10 tip because I'm a good person and this place is too fancy for me to cheap out on tipping.

My anxiety has gone through the roof. It's almost 9:00 PM and I can't find the man who needs to give me a ride back home.

I text him one last time asking about his whereabouts. My finger is doing the little tapping motion, trying to calm my nerves.

I take a deep breath and grab his coat and wallet. I step outside hoping to spot his white Range Rover.

Please, God. Please.

When my anxiety levels start increasing, for some reason my body shuts down to the point where I physically stop myself from breathing. I hold in my breath because I feel like breathing makes things worst. Does that sound crazy? Does that even make sense? I don't even know!

"Ma'am?" I hear a voice from behind call me.

I turn around to see the valet who Mr. Yasir has given his car keys to. "Yes?"

"Are you looking for Mr. Khan?" He asks.

I nod.

"He went to his car a little over half an hour ago but he hasn't left yet the lot yet." He says.

Alhumdulillah, Allah has answered my prayers.

"Do you know what he's been doing there for so long, by any chance?" I ask him.

He starts thinking, "uh, he might be on a call of some sort because it sounded like he was talking to someone when I walked by."

"Thank you so much." I genuinely thank him. I was about to burst from worry.

The valet points me to the direction of the car and I start walking.

"I'm going kill that man for making me pay for such an expensive dinner. Who does that to a girl on their first night out? I would've happily paid if he had only just asked!" I mumble.

"No, actually, I'm going to kill this man for raising my heart rate to the point where it was going to blow up. He could've texted me! A small: 'hey, I'm busy with a call, can you just pay and come back?' would've saved me all the trouble!" I kick a pebble that was on my way. "I was so damn scared! Jeez, I thought I was going to pass out for a second there."

Once I spot his car, I smile, relieved.

"Is the car—" I tilt my slightly, "is it shaking?"

I walk up closer to the car, not being able to see inside because of the dark, tinted windows.

My hand reaches for the door handle and I pull it open, half expecting it to be locked but it unlatches wide open.

My jaw drops to the floor and my anger rises to the ceiling.

"This is what you left for?" I grit my teeth so hard that my jaw feels like it's about to snap.

Nadira and Mr. Yasir's naked bodies entangled within each other's is the sight I have to see after all that stress.

"To have car sex?" My tone of voice is clearly filled with fury. 

"Lower your voice, Noor. This is no place to announce this." Nadira hisses while trying to cover her chest with some piece of clothing that she grabbed from the floor.

"And this is no place to have sex, especially not when your damn husband is inside waiting for your dumb ass." I spit my words out without thinking.

I'm furious. I'm so furious that I wanted to flip the car over.

"Noor!" Mr. Yasir yells. "Watch your words!"

"Don't you 'Noor' me! You have no right! You know how embarrassed and horrible I felt in there." My eyes are watering but I won't cry, not in front of these two.

Especially, not in front of Nadira.

"You're still like the way you were in high school: pathetic and unsightly. And still too sensitive about everything." Nadira rolls her eyes with a smirk on her face. "You really thought my Yasir brought you here to treat you."

"I may be pathetic, ugly and too sensitive but at least I'm not you, fucking a different man while pretending to love my husband." My words feel like they're on fire and I need to let out every letter to extinguish the fire. "At least I'm still a genuine person with ethical and moral values and not a fake fucking bitch, whoring around for attention."

"Noor, you're out of li—" Mr. Yasir was about to yell again but I hold up my two middle fingers, surprising all three of us.

"Fuck you! Fuck you both!" I flip them both off and walk away right after throwing his coat and wallet on the ground.

I hear Mr. Yasir calling after me but do I look stupid? Why would I turn around now?

I'm sure I just got fired. Actually, I just resigned. And I'm sure Mr. Yasir will make sure I don't find another job at a decent place ever again... Old retail job, here I come (again)!

Screw them both. I hope they burn in Hell together.

Ya Allah, forgive me for everything I just said to them but I wish I could say that I didn't mean it. I meant every word because both of them hurt my self-esteem, my pride, me.

I touch my cheeks to feel that they're wet. I hadn't realized that I started crying.

But I'm sure 90% of the tears are because I'm angry and the other 10% is from the fact that what he did hurt me a little more than I'd like to admit.

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- A/N -

• oh, shit! Noor did not hold back! What do you y'all think about that?

• Random but I might go insane if I don't get sushi and bubble tea for another second. 😔

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