Faryah

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-------Los Angeles, California.

----------Olyster Textiles.

"Khalid can we go for lunch later today?, you always decline, why don't you just agree for once" Pamela asked into the phone as I got into my car. " Pamela I'm busy" I answered as I connected my phone to the Bluetooth of my car. " You're always busy Khalid, you don't even have time for me anymore, this isn't how it's supposed to be"

" Pamela, leave me alone, let me be, what are we supposed to be?"

" You can't just get rid of me like that Khalid, you and I are expecting children, twins for that matter Khalid" I sighed as those words tore my heart into pieces over and over. " I'll see you later" I said bluntly and hung up the call.

Pamela seduced me into sleeping with her. Approximately five and a half months ago. She found me drunk in a bar, something that was so unusual of me. She helped me out of there and we ended up having sex.

I honestly felt disgusted and guilty after what happened between me and her. I tried cutting connections with her but I couldn't, she was carrying my children. She had me wrapped around her finger with that. Like a dumb fool that couldn't do anything. I couldn't tell my family about all what was going on with me.

I didn't even know what was wrong with me.

Ever since Faryah left my life, I never had peace. I badly wanted to contact her again, but my ego. My dumb ego. I couldn't even bring myself to contact her about the divorce. Deep down I didn't want to divorce Faryah. Deep down, I loved her, with all of my heart. I honestly kept on wondering and blaming myself for losing her. I wanted her back. I honestly did. I buried myself in work so as not to think much about any of my problems and that was usually very often.

My life was a mess.

Faryah made a mess.

I had no one else to blame but myself. I honestly fucked up. I badly wanted to contact her, tell her how much I missed her, tell her I couldn't live without her, tell her she was my life. She was. She meant everything to me. But my ego. I couldn't get the video out of my head even for a second.

I heard my phone ring and I checked the caller ID as I got back to reality. Sophia.

" Sophia" I called as I answered the phone. " Khalid can you come over to my place, I need to talk to you" Why was everyone seeking my attention so suddenly. " What's happening?" I asked.

" Nothing, I just realized something and I want to talk to you about it, and before you ask it's urgent, be here before 8:00pm" She said and instantly hung up. She wasn't giving me the opportunity to argue. She became more bossy ever since she got married to Ethan. Maybe she was pregnant or something.

I was no longer living with Mother and Brandon. Our family became more quiet after our losses. The company was doing great. The grand launch was what we needed to be the top textile industry in North America and we were. I had a small condo, in the outskirts of LA, Santa Monica.

It was very peaceful and my condo was pretty comfortable. I stayed alone, peacefully, with my rules. No one to ruin my peace, even though Pamela usually tried.

For the past few months, I really sat down on my own to wonder why I fell in love with Pamela. I mean she was beautiful, hot and everything. But to be honest she wasn't what I needed in my life. I felt like I was brainwashed into falling in love with her. Even though she tried getting back into my life after what happened, she supported me. I just couldn't feel anything for her and she had to seduce me into getting in bed with her so as to solely make her mine again but I honestly couldn't.