3 months later

Is'haaq sent the message knowing it wouldn't be received. He had sent it every day since Juri had messaged back begging him not to look for her.

Had he known that when she kissed him before walking out his door would be the last day, he would see her, he would have kissed her harder and longer and begged her to stay. Every atom in his body was worried about her and not a minute passed when he didn't think about her.

He didn't think much of it that night. They had spoken more than they had before and when she asked if he would marry her if she had been pregnant- he just about shit himself. It wasn't because he hated the idea though. He was more shocked out of his bloody mind and he was shocked even more that he liked the idea.

He could almost picture her with a swollen belly and tender breasts and to feel their baby inside of her. They would probably make shitty parents, but he would have been willing to do better just for her.

When she left after the phone call, he barely gave it a second thought until he saw an envelope waiting for him at his desk the next day. She had paid back the money she owed him and had asked that he keep Yahya's watch safe until she could collect it.

Prickles of anxiety pinched at his nerves, but it wasn't until she replied to his message two days later asking him to forget about her for a while that it blew into a full panic attack. She was in deep, deep shit and he didn't know what to do about it. There was no way he would listen to her, but the hired PI had nothing on her. She had simply disappeared and all he could do was wait for her to come back.

How could someone just vanish. Pick up and leave without the slightest trail.

He should have told her he loved her. He should have said it that night even if she had already known. There was no way Juri didn't know that he loved her. He had always loved her even when he thought he loved someone else.

Juri was it for him. 

It was going into Spring now. She had left just before Autumn tirned to Winter and Winter had passed them by already. He took of his jersey as he walked out of his office and locked the door. His life had become monotonous.

Get up,

feed Storm,

feed himself,

work,

get home,

feed storm,

feed himself,

sleep.

Juri had taken her weird shades of navy and blue and bottle green out f his life and left him with the black/white tones it had had before.

"Hey man," Ezekiel, his night manager, greeted as he took the keys from Is'haaq.

"Hey. Have a good one." Is'haaq muttered as he walked away without waiting for a reply. He bundled his jersey in his hands as he opened his boot and chucked it inside. His car needed a wash. It looked like absolute shit if he was being honest with himself. It hadn't looked white in ages but he always seemed to forget on his way home.

"Hey stranger."

He turned around. He knew that voice. He hadn't heard it in the longest time but he couldn't forget the silky- sweet undertones.

"Hey Farah. What you doing here?"

She smiled her beautiful smile. "Just wanted to see you before I got married."

"He doesn't mind?"

She shrugged as she walked towards her car. "He doesn't need to know." She opened her door before she looked back at him. "Let's go somewhere. I'll follow you."

"Anywhere?" He shut his boot and walked to the door.

"Yup."

"Okay." He closed his door and put his car into reverse, watching as her lights came on and she reversed after him.

  ***

"Come on girlie, please?"

Paul wrapped his arms around her from behind as she brushed her teeth. "No. You hurt me last night."

"I'm sorry." His hand trailed down her stomach to her crotch, rubbing her gently. "I'll make it up to you. Just be there with me when Old Boy comes. I want to show him my old lady."

Juri hated pretending that she was okay with his touch. It took everything in her not to curve her spine as he kissed her shoulder or shake out of his hold when he sucked her earlobe into his mouth. He would do more than be rough with her if she tried fighting him off again.

She had learned her lesson well enough after the last time and she didn't think she could go through it again.

"But he scares me."

He clicked his tongue. "Old Boy's a stupid cunt. He's nothing to be scared off. Besides, he knows better than to touch what's mine." He tightened his hold when he said it, hinting that she wasn't in any position to argue.

"Promise?"

She turned around, licking her lips as he loosened his hold.

"Obviously girle. You don't trust that I can't keep you safe?"

She smiled as she moved closer to him once more. "I trust you."

Anything to keep him happy. Anything.

"Good." He picked her up and lifted her onto the sink. "Old Boy can wait a few minutes. You're looking too good now not to gobble you up." He smirked. He motioned for her to unbutton her shirt before he tugged her panties down her legs and knelt before her...