(Chapter 23)

Araan

That little asshole has been hitting on my wife the whole night. Right in front of my eyes. One man can barely take much. I am only restraining myself from lashing out because he's Syha's friend. And I'd die rather than insult her in front of her friends.

I'm not usually the jealous type. I am a chill guy but this Mark, he's testing my patience to the limits. Especially when he keeps trying to touch my wife. Syha is clearly uncomfortable, only going along to not ruin the night. And I'm doing my best to be by her side to prevent the prick from coming close to her.

"Syha, do you need water?" Mark asks and I roll my eyes, hand clenching angrily.

"No, thanks." Syha mutters, focusing on the topic she's discussing with the girls.

"I'll get you juice. You must be thirsty."

My blood literally boils, "For God's sake. She's fucking married, man!" I snap before I know it and all the pairs of eyes whip at me. "Why are you being a pathetic ass?! She's clearly not interested! You're not only ruining your own image, but you're also insulting her by flirting shamelessly with her right before her husband!" My chest heaves as I finish, glaring hard at the other man.

I feel Syha's hand slide down to mine as she laces our fingers together and gives my hand a small reassuring squeeze. I relax in the slightest, but immediately feel guilty for lashing out.

"Sorry girls, for ruining your night." I mutter and turn to Syha. She doesn't look ashamed or annoyed, but warm and understanding. "I'll wait by the car." I let her know and get out of there in quick strides.

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Syha

"Please tell Araan we're not mad or anything. We understand him perfectly. This asshead has been annoying us too." Karen swats at the back of Mark's head, who seems like he wants the ground to swallow him whole. Good.

"I will. I should go now. I'll talk to you guys later." I hug the girls and turn to Mark one last time.

"I'm extremely happy in my marriage and Araan is the best husband anyone could ever ask for. And pricks like you could never hinder our love. Next time take a hint when a girl's not interested." I seethe and get the fuck out of there.

I get back in the car and Araan starts driving without speaking to me. I let him till I notice he has taken a different route from home and it's getting secluded around.

His knuckles have turned white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel. I sigh and force him to pull to the side. He doesn't meet my eyes though.

"Talk to me." I encourage.

He takes deep breaths, when he looks up at me, the darkness in his eyes makes me shiver.

"You're mine." He sneers.

My heart flutters at the possessive tone and I put a hand on his arm.

"I am yours, baby. There's no doubt on that." I say gingerly.

"Backseat." He suddenly orders and gets out of the car.

I quickly follow and before we know it, our clothes are discarded and I am riding on his lap. His hands slide up and down my body roughly as he keeps growling and sucking my skin till bruised.

"Only I get to have you like this." He hoarsely speaks into my mouth, swallowing my moans. His hand fists my hair as he tilts my head back to emphasize his words.

"Y-yes, only yours." I stammer, eyes rolling and heart pounding. Every inch of my body fills with ecstacy as he fills me up. I collapse against his chest. "I like this side of yours." I breathe out, kissing his pecs. He snickers and kisses my head.

We put our clothes back on and drive home. None of us speak of the incident with Mark as we shower together then cuddle on the bed. Araan just sneakily seeks out my nipple and eagerly suckles on it, slowly falling asleep.

I press a kiss to his head and whisper into the night,

"I'm yours, just like you're mine. I love you."

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A year after that we find out that we'r expecting our first child together. Araan throws a grand party to celebrate the news. Both of our families are present there, and the happiness and glow on Araan's face just soothes my heart.

I have found the right person in my life and with him by my side, nothing will ever be impossible.

The End.

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