Chapter 15

                                    

                                          
Is'haaq could only shrug as Farah ploughed through her prawns and rice. She always had an affinity to seafood, so he was more than used to it. He also knew that she worked her ass off for her figure... which he noticed as soon as he saw her. 
                          
"What's up with you?" he asked, popping open his can of Sprite. 
                          
She shook her head and carried on eating. "I was just missing this, I guess." 
                          
"You were missing this? Our fucked-up-ness?" he quirked his brow, staring at her over the rim of his can. 
                          
"Yup. We were easy, right?" She set her fork down and looked at him. "We didn't bother too much being perfect, right?" 
                          
"I didn't. You were kinda..." he flicked his hand into the air, "a spoiled bitch." 
                          
"I was..." Farah ran her tongue over her gums, cleaning them. "I still am hey. And he doesn't indulge me as much as you used to." 
                          
"With my shitty intern's salary?" 
                          
"And that should tell you just how fucking cheap he is." She rolled her eyes as she picked up her fork and resumed eating. 
                          
"Does he have money problems?" 
                          
She simply stared him down. "You really think I'd marry poor after you?" 
                          
She took another sip contemplating her words. "You make a valid point." 
                          
"I always do." she grinned, not at all bothered with the bits and bobs of food still clinging to her teeth. "So, what about you?" 
                          
"What about me?" 
                          
"I can see it on your face that you got blue balls." She gestured to him. "So... what gives?" 
                          
"What the hell do you mean you can tell that I got blue balls?" he screwed his nose. 
                          
"You always looked  like this whenever I held out for a few weeks." 
                          
He reeled back, "You did that on purpose?" 
                          
Farah could only laugh in his face. "Obviously. How the hell else was I supposed to get you to give me what I needed." 
                          
"It was good though... the sex. Not the holding out part. That was shit. You gave me blue balls." He panned.
                          
"And that's how I know you have it now." 
                          
He chuckled. Farah had no concept of a filter. She never had. It was probably one of the most entertaining parts of their marriage- that and driving with her. She was an asshole on the road but it amused him to have to physically retrain her from pulling out the middle finger to everyone- including the cops.
                          
"Well there is someone." He admitted.
                          
"And..."
                          
"And she's gone." He shook his head, still unable to understand where Juri might have been.
                          
"What the hell do you mean by that?" 
                          
"As in she's gone. She's somewhere bad and I know it's not safe for her
                          
"And what did you do about it?" she set her utensils down once again and crossed her arms on the table. 
                          
"I hired someone to look for her and nothing..."
                          
"I'm sorry." She licked her lips, drawing his attention to them.
                          
"We weren't... I didn't ask her or tell her that I wanted her forever." He regretted it. Is'haaq had never regretted anything as much as that. He wished he could have just asked her that night. He wanted- Lord knows he wanted to. He couldn't imagine a life without her anymore- without even the hope of being with her. But that hope gave him a purpose. Something was waiting for him at the end of it all... even if he couldn't see it. 
                          
"I'm really sad for you, Is'haaq. 
                          
His lips tilted to one side, but he couldn't bring himself to smile. His Juri was gone and she was never coming back. 
                          
"Come on." She lifted her hand, signalling for the check before she stood up and righted her clothes. "Lets go to your house and have some tea and talk about." 
                          
"Just talk?" Both his eyebrows lifted as he saw right through her. 
                          
"I mean if something else happens then it will have been one heluva cup of tea."
                          
"True..." he took a peak at the bill, thanking God that the meal was cheaper than he had expected. He was still broke. She was right about that.
                          
*** 
                          
Juri was laying next to him, plotting his death over and over and over again. She had never worked so hard at keeping everything a ruse and it was beginning to take its toll on her. She was barely eating or sleeping. Her appetite had all but disappeared and her only glimmer of happiness was thousand of kilometres away form her 
                          
Paul was vile. He was everything disgusting whereas her Is'haaq was pure and lovely and beautiful. Is'haaq cared for her and he made love to her- it was never just sex. No one would ever have touched her that way unless he truly felt something for her. 
                          
With Paul, it was a chore that she had to pretend to love. If he had ever known that sex with him was the most sickening thing to her, he would have her be initiated like all the other girls in their circle. An initiation, which he loved taking part in, meant sex with everyone for as long as they all wanted.
                          
She couldn't. 
                          
She couldn't go through that. So she had to pretend. She had to moan for him because he loved it when she moaned. She had to ask him to go deeper or harder because he loved it when he hurt her just a little bit and she had to get on all fours because he knew it would be the only way to dominate her. And he loved doing that.
                          
She hated him so much but there was too much at stake. She had to do it. 
                          
She just had to.
                          
"Hey, girlie..." his arm tightened around her waist as he stretched his back. "I don't generally like girls on top, but you make it so good. Wanna just hop on again and give Uncle Paulie a ride?" 
                          
She nodded fervently and beamed as she shimmied out of her panties and straddled his lap. He had to believe that she loved it and he had to believe that she was thinking of him when she fitted him into her body.
                          
He would kill her if he knew that she thought of someone else the whole time. 
                          
She thought of Ishaaq and the way he touched her and tickled her and whispered ridiculous things in her ear during sex which made her giggle loud enough for it to echo. She didn't think of this man- this disgusting human being who grunted and moaned so loudly that it made her ears feel oily just listening to him. She didn't think of him as he gripped her ass of forced himself to go deeper into her as he bit her neck and squeezed her breasts. She didn't think of him.
                          
She couldn't.