Chapter 9: More than friends
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**Amyra**
The next day we were in his Jeep. Aaron had called me in the morning and requested to have breakfast with him.
I had a simple veg sandwich, and Aaron had eggs with bacon and ham and egg sandwiches and turkey and egg sandwiches, basically lots of eggs.
No, I am not eyeing him, but yeah he eats a lot.
When I giggled while he was ordering, he said he will have a lot of breakfast.
Now he was taking me to show his school, colleges where he studied.
I couldn't believe at first that this small city has universities.
Later, he took me to a beautiful park, it was big maybe the size of a football ground where all kinds of flowers having all colors with mesmerizing scents. It looked like paradise.
This city had everything disc, bars, five-star hotels, restaurants, motels, big buildings, universities, companies, and textile and chemical factories.
I was shocked to see all that.
We had lunch in the nearby restaurant, he insisted on a five-star hotel but he finally agreed on a restaurant. The food was so good, I felt like licking my fingers keeping my manners aside.
He took me to the animal society, I argued with him that I'm least interested in animals. It's not like I hate them, but right now I had no desire to greet them.
But Aaron said they have some beautiful collection of birds, so we made our way to the bird's section, as he promised there were such lovely birds. I had never seen them in any city zoos.
As we were watching them, I heard the howl of wolves. I was frightened. I started panicking closing my ears, my head started spinning.
Aaron held me in place and took me out of the zoo.
He helped me to the jeep, carefully placing me in the seat.
"Hey, I'm sorry...I was oblivious that you were not comfortable with the wolves squealing" he says sitting behind the wheels and turning on the engine.
I look at him surprised.
"No human will be pleasant listening to the wolf howling," I say.
"Yes...Right," he says nodding.
After a few minutes of silence.
"Why were they crying?" I mutter, still not understanding why was I concerned.
"What?" he asks.
"Those wolves why were they crying?" I asked glancing at him.
"How do you know that they were crying?" he asks.
Silence rests between us again.
"Forget it...I will take you to my home" he says.
I don't reply to him still thinking about the wolves.
"Hey ...you alright?" he asks.
My breaths become sharp and heavy. Aaron pulls the jeep to the side observing me.
A line of sweat forms on my forehead and hands start shaking.
Aaron takes my hand and holds it.
"Hey.."
"What's the matter?"
"Are you okay?"
"Aaron...I am afraid of wolves" I say wiping the sweat with my hands from my neck.
"I hate them".
"Maybe wolves are the only animal I hate the most,".
"They come in my dreams...they chase me". I say looking at him.
Holding my hand still, he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
"I got it...I am sorry" he says.
After a few minutes, he started the engine again.
He drove in silence until a villa arrived.
He parked the jeep.
He came the open my side of the door and he bowed in front of me helping me by hand "Madame" he says.
I giggled and he smiled back.
"Hope your parents are there at home," I say clearing my dress.
"Mom will be there, I don't know about dad," he says grinning at me.
"Don't worry, you look perfect" he says.
"You don't have to be conscious...they are free and simple". he says smiling at me.
As soon as I enter the villa, I will be stupefied by the look of it. It's one gorgeous home. Everything is so perfectly decorated. A "U" shaped large cream-colored couch in the center of the living area, facing the TV which is around 72 inches.
Natural plants at the corners of the house.
Marvelous paintings hanging on giant walls.
As soon as we enter the living area we can see a very big painting of Aaron with his parents is hanged on the wall.
Even the smallest of the smallest craft has been arranged so beautifully.
"Wow" I gasp taking in the look.
Aaron calls for someone by name. He cames rushing as he takes Aaron's valet, wristwatch, and runs back.
Another maid comes with two glasses of water.
Aaron takes my hand and asks to sit on the couch, he sits beside me.
After a few minutes, his mother comes down. She is a beautiful lady with green eyes the same as Aaron's, having brown curls. We stand to greet her.
As soon as she looks at me after hugging her son, "Beautiful...an angel" she adores me.
Cupping my cheeks she kisses me on my forehead.
"Aaron, dear show her our home ...I will send your drinks" she says.
"What would you like to have darling?" She asks me glancing.
"Orange juice and thanks," I say smiling at her.
Before she could say something, Aaron takes my hand and we move room to room. Finally, he will take me to his room, everywhere his photos hanging one from his graduation party, one with friends, with his parents, and so on.
His bed is very large, the room contains two big love seats. He has a small bar in his room.
Very large Windows and large wardrobes containing different attires, ties, shoes and cologne, and a big full-length mirror.
He takes me by my hand and makes me sit on the bed and shows his collections of currencies of all the countries.
He shares some stories kind of jokes from his college days, for which we both laugh like kids.
My eyes drift to a box lying on the bed which he had got with the currency collection box.
He excuses and leaves the room for some time.
I open that untouched box only to see a book. I think whether to open the journal, what if it is his diary?.
If it is his diary then I will close immediately I tell myself.
When I open it hesitating, I read the lines of that journal, it's his writeup like poems, but not his diary.
I started reading them when Aaron appeared at the doorway and he rushed to see what I was reading.
But in a flick of time, I held the book in my hand.
"Give it back Amyra...it's not readable," he said reaching for the diary.
"I won't," I said by moving across the love seats.
He jumps the seats and tries to grab the book, but he misses.
I run away from the seats and comes out of his room.
He follows me down the stairs to the living area.
I try to cross, he grabs my arm but I withdraw from his grasp and I enter the garden area outside of the Villa. I am running, he is chasing me and at a point, he holds my waist from the back and lifts me and swirls me. We both laugh, laugh and laugh until a maid appears in front of us. Aaron slows down and helps me to get me on my feet.
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**Aaron**
As the maid appears our laugh vanishes and I cursed under my breath on her appearance.
We were enjoying so much before the maid came.
"Sorry..my Alpha!" maid says before leaving.
Amyra turns to me, her innocent eyes staring at me.
"What did she say?" she asks.
"Forget it...doesn't matter, people call me by names," I say scratching the back of my neck.
"Ok...give me that book now," I say and without protesting Amyra hands me the book.
"Are you professional poetry writer?" she asks.
"No..it's my time pass write up," I say.
"But they are good," she says.
"Thank you," I say feeling satisfied internally.
"I want to listen to one of your...," she trails off.
Nodding, I start to open the book.
"Not from the book," she says.
I look at her in confusion.
"I need something original... something instant," she says
I open my mouth to say but she cuts me off saying " No excuses"
So she wants to know whether I can write something like this or not?
No issues...I will try my best, I thought to myself.
I start by clearing my throat...
You are the reality, you are the dream
you are the river and you are the thirst
you are the strange feeling of my heart, you are the peace
Wherever I go, I feel you there
Being so close, still, you are not with me
You are my life partner, my lifeline, my everything.
Come I will hold you in my arms and grab you still close
If you leave me I feel every second of my life is lost.
In this world, there may or may not be as fortunate as me
You have given heart to me, I am closer to you than any.
I am the one who stays in your heart, I am the one who stays in your breath, I am in your heartbeat too.
I am not getting to know when the time passes
From the time I have seen you, I'm not in my senses
Your dense eyelashes soothe my heart, I am not worried about the sunlight because it shadows me
Without you I won't breathe, without you, I won't live, I can't stay without you for a second also.
By the time I finished, I was so close to Amyra, holding her by her waist, our breathes mix, we are breathing heavily, her eyes shifting between mine. Our lips are inches apart.
We gaze at each other and my eyes drop to her lips. I lean in close, She closes her eyes.
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