He Loves Me Weightless

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I woke with a groaned as someone shook my shoulder. Collins knows better than to wake me up. Another groan escaped my lips as I shifted.

"Collins, leave me alone," I mumbled. A deep chuckle resonated over my head. The hand shook me again. "What?"

"I'm guessing you're not a morning person," a male voice said with a soft chuckle.

I hummed, fatigue lulling me back to sleep. It must be my father. I'll talk to him later, when he comes back from work.

But wait, my father doesn't sound so young. And the accent.

Wait a damn minute.

I peeled one eye open and sure enough, my eye zoomed in on an unfamiliar face. The incredibly handsome face smiled at me. Those grey eyes.

Grey eyes...

I shot up in my bed and squealed. Seconds later, I clutched my heavy head as it pounded furiously, threatening to explode any moment from now.

"Ow!" I cried out.

"Careful," the face said. I looked at him, trying to get my mind to remember. One by one, images flashed into my mind. The plane, dad, Dubai, Club Ten, the kiss...

The kiss. I gasped. I remember the grey eyes. Asim Aman. The images came rapidly, worsening my headache.

Asim.

My heart fluttered at the name. Despite my fears coming to life, he still had that effect on me. And he was right in front of me. Which means...

I looked around, trying to take in my surroundings. I was still in my hotel and not his place. Thank God for that. Though, I wasn't in the room Collins and I share. I was in a couch, with a blanket covering me. My eyes widened when I took note of my bare shoulders. I peeked inside the blanket and screamed.

"Whoa, Katerina, calm down," Asim was quick to sit next to me, reaching for me.

"No!" I held out my hand. "Don't come close," I said hyperventilating. He obliged reluctantly.

"Okay, but I need you to calm down and tell me what's happening," he said softly, crouching down.

"Kat, why are you screaming?" Collins whispered, emerging from the corner of the passage, leading to our room. When she saw Asim, her eyes widened and she gripped the blanket covering her up. "Oh," she said turning back to me. Once she took in my state, she burst out laughing. "b***h, I'm out of here," she said turning to leave.

"Miss Bassett? I heard screaming. Are you okay?" I heard someone from outside the door. It was Dylan.

"I'm okay, Dylan," I yelled back before turning to Asim warily. "We didn't..." I couldn't even finish the sentence as I paled. "Oh, my dad's going to kill me," I whimpered as the pounding intensified.

"Katerina, look at me," Asim said softly. Reluctantly, I looked at him. "Nothing of that sort happened, okay? I promise you nothing happened. I told you I wouldn't do anything to make you uncomfortable. I'm not that kind of guy," he said softly. I fear I may have offended him in a way. In the back of my head, I can't help but feel a little sad that even he, who showered me with loving kisses, didn't want to take the next step with my lumpy ass.

I can't believe I'm disappointed that he didn't have s*x with me. I'm a virgin, for f**k's sake.

Ugh, this is the worst.

"Then how am I naked?" I asked, deflated. When he didn't answer, I looked at him and he was blushing with a sheepish smile.

"Well, Dylan and I took you girls back here when you passed and...well, the dress looked kind of uncomfortable, so..."

"You undressed me!" I shrieked.

"I was trying to help okay? I didn't see anything. I promise you I didn't," he rushed out, holding his hands up. "Calm down, Katerina. You're scaring the s**t out of me," he laughed nervously.

I giggled softly. "I'm sorry. I'm freaking out. I blacked out and then I wake up butt naked, with vivid memories and...you're still here," I said eyeing him.

"Were you not expecting me to be here?" He frowned. I looked down, fidgeting with the blanket.

"Well, I didn't think you'd stick around this long. I thought this would be a one time thing," I admitted.

"Wow, you thought I was your one night stand, huh?" I groaned, hating how that sounds.

"Sorry," I said, peering at him through my lashes. He sucked in a sharp breath, looking away.

"Don't look at me like that," he said his voice husky.

"Why?" I frowned. He only shook his head. "Well, technically, we didn't do anything, so I wouldn't say one night stand," I corrected.

"We kissed," he said. My heart fluttered and heat rose to my face. I couldn't bring myself to look away from him though. I remember how those lips tasted. "Does that not count to you?" The frown on his face got to me. I've hurt him, yet again.

"Oh God, Asim. It does. Every moment of our time together," I said, leaning forward to place my hand on his hand. He grasped my hand, that familiar smile coming back. "Is it weird that I want to kiss you?" I asked.

"Still bold, I see," he said chuckling. He knelt down and leaned over. I remembered that I just woke up and my breath smells like a bar. I pulled back, covering my mouth. He frowned.

"I smell like a bar. I'm sorry," My words were muffled by the hand. Asim chuckled and pulled my hand.

"Who the hell cares, Katerina?" Asim said, though he didn't kiss me.

"I do," I said with a small pout. He shook his head, laughing softly. "And you pronounce my name so nice," I cooed, my heart fluttering I don't know how many times.

"You amaze me, Katerina," he said. "Can I come closer now that you're calm?" He asked.

"I'm still naked," I said. His eyebrows shot up. "But you can," I said. He got up and sat down by my feet. "Why am I naked though?" I frowned.

"Well, you didn't have..." he cleared his throat. "You didn't have any underwear on," he said, blushing deeply. I groaned, covering my head with the blanket.

"This is all Collins' fault," I whined. "How do you know when you didn't see anything?" I asked him.

"I may have...touched you incidentally, considering my eyes were closed. Nothing inappropriate, I swear. I didn't mean to touch you," he said quickly.

"You didn't mean to?" The words tumbled out of my lips, sounding more crushed than I thought.

He wouldn't sleep with someone like me. Great. Who was I fooling? This was all the alcohol feeding me the wrong information and now, the truth is crashing down on me.

I'm such a fool?

"What?" Asim asked brilliantly, eyeing me. "What is that supposed to mean?" He asked.

"Nothing," I tried to sound casual but the crack in my voice had me cringing. I sound so desperate. Is this what loneliness does to you? I haven't been with anyone in a long time and now I'm throwing myself at the first person that shows interest.

How pathetic, Katherine.

"Katerina," he called out softly. His hand came to cup my face, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes darkened. "You're crying," his thumb moved to wipe my tears.

I gently pushed his hand, letting out a nervous laugh. I wiped my face quickly. "I'm so pathetic," I murmured to myself, gathering the blanket and making sure it wouldn't slip, I stood up. "Excuse me," I said.

"Katerina, wait. Please, tell me what's wrong," he said.

"I need to be alone, please," I said, hurrying to the bathroom, the tears flowing freely.

"Katerina, wait. Let's talk about-" I slammed the door, stopping his words. I can still hear his voice but my sobs got uncontrollable and I slid down the door. "I can hear you crying. Please talk to me," he went. "I'd hate to leave you like this,"

"Go away," I said, my voice weak.

After what felt like forever, he listened. "I'll call you, okay?" He'd said before leaving. My sobs only worsened. I took my pity party to the shower and turned on the shower, letting the hot water run my disgusting body, failing miserably to wash away my insecurities.

A knock on the door, followed by, "Kat! Are you in there?" Collins called out. "Your dad's here," she said.

I can't let my dad see me like this. It'd break him. No doubt he'd threaten Asim and I don't want that.

"Oh Kat," Collins said, when she saw me. I looked up at her and her eyes softened. I bit my quivering lip as another sob threatened to spill. "One second," she said and hurried out. "Mr Bassett, we're taking a bath! I'll have her call you when we're done," she said. "Okay," she said and seconds later, the blanket dropped to the floor and she got into the shower and wrapped her arms around me. I cried yet again. She held me I don't know for how long before we pulled apart and she forced me to clean up and we got out. I wrapped myself in a towel and went out to my bag to get my toiletry bag and clothes.

After getting myself ready and into a pair of jean shorts and a yellow top and topped it up with a lacy see through white dress shirt that went a little above my knees.

"I had Dylan call room service for you ladies," I heard my dad come in when I sat on the couch, overlooking the ocean. "I have about three meetings today and I'll probably be back late, but I'm leaving Dylan with you," he said sitting down and patting my back. "Hello my baby," he said.

"Hi daddy," God, I sound sadder than a widow. Ugh, why did I even think that?

"What's wrong baby?" I turned to him.

"Hangover," I blurted out. It was half the truth, but I figured he doesn't need to know that I'm possibly heartbroken by a not so boyfriend...male species.

"I'll get you medicine, okay?" He kissed my head. "I have to run though," he looked at his watch. He was dressed in a grey suit with a white shirt.

"Okay daddy," I said. My phone rang and my heart jumped. When I didn't move to get it, my dad reached for it and handed it to me.

"Chase's calling," he said. I looked away.

"I don't want to talk to him," I said.

"Okay, I don't think I want to know. Bye girls," he stood up and walked out.

After food came, I still wouldn't get up. Dylan left shortly after and Collins came over.

"Oh wow, for starters, that's not a bad outfit choice," she said eyeing me. "And secondly, why aren't you eating?" She asked.

"I'm not hungry," I mumbled.

"You're not hungry or are you just d**k deprived?" Bubbles of giggles ripped out of me, despite my sad state.

"Collins," I turned to her.

"I'm your friend, b***h. And I noticed something happened between you and Asim. I don't know what it is, so...spill," she said grabbing food for me and her. I sat up. "Do I need to break Asim's legs for no reason or did he actually do something? Either way, I'll do it," she said. I smiled, shaking my head.

"It's not him," I sighed. "Well...not directly,"

"Katherine, you're not making sense," Collins said.

"I wasn't trying to make sense," I let out, stuffing a piece of bacon in my mouth.

"Kat," Collins warned.

"Okay, fine. I had thought that, perhaps Asim and I would, you know-" her eyes widened.

"No s**t!" She said, squealing. I groaned. "Oh, my friend's growing up, finally," she cooed. "So you were crying for the d**k, I see,"

"Collins, no!" I rushed out, my cheeks reddening. After a second, I bit my lip and said, "Okay, maybe I was," I admitted which made us break into laughter. "But that's not the point here. Asim told me that he's the one that brought me back here and...he undressed me, but didn't see anything. He may or may not have touched me but he didn't mean to," I said. "I guess I took that another way," I sighed yet again.

"Yeah, you took that the wrong way," Collins said with food in her mouth.

"What? How?" I turned to her. Before she could say anything, my phone rang. "Oh my God, stop calling me," I grabbed my phone and it was still Chase.

"Why is Chase calling you?" Collins inquired. I threw the phone across the room and with God's grace, it landed on the plush carpet. Collins laughed at me.

"How am I supposed to know? I haven't answered his calls," I said with a shrug.

"Okay, but tell me exactly why you were bothered," she said dropping the Chase part.

"I guess I took his words the 'wrong way' and I thought that Asim wouldn't want to, you know, get down with me, because...well, I'm fat," I said.

"Would you have let him get down with you?" She arched a brow at me. I scrunched my face and she nodded. "That's what I thought," she said.

"Maybe drunk Katherine would have. I don't know. I'm scared, okay?" I said pouting. "This is so frustrating."

"Do you like him?" She asked me then.

"I think so," I mumbled. She gave me a look. "Yes, I do," I said.

"Okay, so judging by the way he carried himself yesterday," she started.

"Collins you were drunk. How can you create theories of a drunk mind?" I eyed her sideways.

"b***h, I can handle my s**t, you can't," she said. I rolled my eyes. "He seems quite old fashioned, in a way. The fact that he respects your privacy says a lot. That being said, you think he cares about your lumpy ass? s**t, I'm pretty sure he was hooked. You didn't see the way he was looking at you," she said eating in between. "Even Dylan couldn't keep his eyes off your dump truck," her words slurred by the food. I giggled.

"Don't be weird," I said. Dylan wouldn't look at me that way. He's at least 5 or 6 years older than me.

"Okay, but seriously, you've got to stop thinking like that. Not everyone will feel the way you think they do. Who knows? Perhaps Asim prefers thick girls. Everyone has preferences and it's okay. If he wants to f**k you, well...that's up to you, but I really hope you do because I'm tired of your virgin ass," she said.

"I just met him, Collins," I said.

"Yeah, you wouldn't be the first person to do a smash and run," she said. I burst out laughing, shaking my head. I almost knocked my plate as I toppled over laughing.

I swear Collins is crazy.

"That's not fair," I said once I had calmed down. "What if I get attached?"

"Then you got yourself a boyfriend b***h," she said. "A very hot boyfriend, might I add," she said dreamily. "We should invite him for swimming. I wanna see his abs," she said as an afterthought.

"Back of b***h, I call dibs," Collins looked at me with wide eyes and we both lost it, laughing like crazy. "I don't know what the hell is going on with me," I said wiping my face.

"Ooh b***h you're wilding. Dubai is doing you good. We should come here more often," she said.

"I told him I wanted to kiss him again," I said with a mischievous smile. Collins squealed.

"Let's go. We gotta find him before he starts seeing another Muslim girl," she said.

"What? No! He said he'd call," I said.

"No, you call him," she suggested.

"b***h no. He's probably sleeping. He works night shifts, remember?"

"Then we're going back to the club," she said raising her arms and swaying her hips. She stopped then, her arms mid air.

"What?" I asked her, seeing her mood change.

"I kissed Dylan," she blurted out.

"What?" My eyes widened. She sat down and covered her face, faking a sob. "Are you being serious?" She nodded in her hands.

"It doesn't end there," she said.

"Collins no!" My mouth was wide open.

"Not like that. Well, I mean...he..." she looked towards the door before turning back to me with wide eyes. "He touched me," she said.

"Touched you how?" I frowned.

"See what I mean with your virgin ass," she gave me a bored look.

"b***h tell me," I pressed.

"He fingered me," she whisper shouted. Then collapsed on my lap, whining. "You know what the worst thing is? I liked it and...he did it a couple of times and...yeah," she said shuddering. "That's why you weren't in our room. He asked Asim to put you on the couch," she explained.

I screamed, unable to stop myself. There was a quick knock, followed by, "Miss Bassett? Is everything okay?" Dylan asked. I bit my lip to stop from giggling as Collins groaned. No one said anything for too long and he spoke again. "Miss Bassett?" He called again.

"I'm okay, Dylan. We're okay," I said and then proceeded to laugh my ass off. I laughed until I rolled off the couch, dragging Collins with me. She shrieked, landing on the floor with a thump.

"You b***h!" She said looking at me with a death glare. I scrambled to my feet and ran for the door. When I saw Collins fall with another thud, my laughs were hysteric as I reached for the doorknob. I was out before she could get up. I heard her yell over my giggles as I ran through the endless passage. I'd probably end up on the elevator or the stairs. "Come back here!" She said.

I ran and ran, getting tired. I didn't stop though. I turned back to see that she was catching up. I turned back and yelped as I collided with hard muscles. I could feel myself going backwards, to the floor. I closed my eyes and waited for the hard impact of the fall.

None came.

Instead, strong muscular hands grabbed and stopped me from falling. I was breathing heavily. I opened my eyes slowly and was met with a pair of grey eyes looking down at me. I let out a shuddering breath, captivated by the eyes, yet again.

"Katerina, why are you-" he looked up then and his face softened. I heard a snicker behind me and fought the urge to roll my eyes. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you?" He asked softly.

I blinked, looking at him. It was all I could do. My brain scrambled to make sense of the situation.

What is Asim doing here? Did he not go home? I can make out the barely visible dark circles under his eyes. He hasn't slept much. Oh God, I hope it's not because of me.

"Katerina?" He called softly, his eyes dancing between mine. Oh the way he pronounces my name. It's so soft and...sensual and sounds...French or I don't know. It's almost like he's Elijah from The Originals, calling Elena's doppelganger, Katerina Petrova.

"Huh?" I finally managed to answer, even though I'm making myself a fool in front of this...God-like creature. I blinked away from his eyes and that's when I noticed how close we were. Our bodies were literally touching. And...he was shirtless.

My hands were pressed against his hard tatooless chest. I backed away, yanking my hands like he was a hot pan, with a strangled gasp. He frowned at me, his arms dropping. Collins was laughing behind me and I couldn't bring myself to look away from Asim.

God he looked good. He looked so good, I wanted to cry and that was ridiculous. I let my eyes trailed down to his body, taking in his lean ripped muscled torso and the delicious V-line that disappeared through the waistline of the grey sweatpants he had on and it hung too low. He was barefoot too.

When I looked back into his eyes, I noticed he was doing the same. Eyeing me up and down and if I'm not mistaken, his eyes turned into a dark stormy grey. I swallowed hard, heat flooding me. I cleared my throat, earning his attention. He shifted then, eyes darting for a second.

"W-what are you doing here?" I cursed myself for stuttering.

"I l-"

"ASIM!" A female voice yelled his name and spoke in a foreign language, probably Arabic. Asim rolled his eyes and spoke back in the same language.

A female.

Let's go. We gotta find him before he starts seeing another Muslim girl. Collins had said not too long.

Tears stung as I blinked at him. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. I thought he liked me. f**k, who am I kidding? No one likes me.

The female spoke again and it felt an ice bucket was thrown in my face. I was left officially heartbroken by my not so boyfriend.

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UNEDITED

I should say I have no intentions of offending anyone with my work. If I've wrote wrong information, feel free to correct me. And if something doesn't add up, let me know.

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