Bound To You ✔

Chapter 29 ~ A Time For Reckoning

If anger was visible, the air would have been scarlet.

Zaid's temper was like a simmering pot, slowly burning, ready to bubble at any time and explodes and splash across the room if the fire isn't controlled. He swallowed it like a bitter medicine and removed his blazer, gently placing it on a chair for he stood out in this dance club. Rolling the sleeves of his white shirt to his elbows, he made his way towards the man whose hand seemed to be itching to touch the waist of his wife.

Isabella was in her own world, moving to the rhythm like a temptress, inducing lust and passion to anyone who'll stare at her longer than needed. She was carefree but unprotected. He stepped between the man and Isabella's back and sent him a glare that's specially meant for his enemies.

"Can I help you?" He asked with a cocky grin.

"Yes, actually, if you have done dancing with my wife, I'd like to dance with her."

His face paled and looked over Zaid's shoulder but like said Isabella just wanted to dance. She didn't care about the partner. She was too busy to care what was conjuring behind her back.

"I'm sorry friend. I didn't know she's taken," he apologized and left. When Zaid turned, Isabella was still clueless, her hair kept slapping in his face but he didn't attempt to notify her. He waited for her to turn around and like expected she was shocked.

"Zaid, what are you doing here, how did you know where I was?" She asked, eyes widening, voice a little trembling. He grabbed her wrist and lifted it up to their eye level, pointing towards her watch.

"You put a tracker in my watch?" She snapped, face becoming red with a built up rage.

"You truly think I will leave you unsupervised? What are you doing here and what the hell do you think you have worn?" He shouted, eyes raking from tip to toes on her gown.

He let go of her hand and looked around but the world was too busy having fun to notice a regular couple breaking into an argument on the dance floor. He hated the way other men were looking at his wife, his life.

"Hear this song Zaid, it's said it's my life, it's my life..." she kept singing, moving her head slightly. "Let's dance."

She grabbed his hands and started moving her shoulders, hips then feet but Zaid stood like a robot. Knowing he too lost in her gorgeous greenish-blue eye color, her fair neck glistening under the disco lights and her leg for days calling for him to run his finger all over, he wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her close. Due to her heels, they were now boring into each other's eyes, proving neither he nor she can stay mad for long at each other. She gave him one of her wicked smiled and deliberately flipped her hair in the air letting them fall on one side, giving a seductive outlook.

"You are only mine Isa," he said, didn't even care if she heard it or not but soon her arms were around his neck, hands moving in his hair, like a small massage.

"And you need to accept me the way I am," she triumphantly announced.

"Be less wild and I'll do it."

Till then the song has become slower leaving couples all around the dance floor, so close to each other changing the vibe of the place from happy to sensual. In a teasing way, Isabella blew warm air behind his ear. He felt aroused as her body scent drifted through his nose.

"Don't-" he said.

"I'm being less wild. You still don't like it." Her hands moved slowly down his back until they stopped at his belt. If she goes even lower, he might not be able to stop himself.

"What are you doing here Isabella?"

"Where did you go after you landed Zaid?"

They looked into each other's eyes, trying to read their facial expressions but they were both too good at hiding. She smirked at him and it makes him want to kiss those lips over and over until they are swollen. He was craving for her.