THIRTEEN

Kimimela sat beside Miran, she looked around the dining table and she couldn't help the sudden watering of her mouth as she stared at the sumptuous array of freshly prepared and beautiful food and obviously delicious. The food on the table looked excessive for just four people; it could practically feed ten people.

"So Kim, since you're back with Miran, would you accept his proposal?" Miran's mother asked, and Kim's shoulder sagged as she heard those words.

"Mom, don't," Miran said, shooting his mother a warning look, Kim glanced at him and placed her hand on his lap, and smiled.

"Yeah, I would... He just hasn't given me a ring yet" she said with a light smile, Miran turned to her and raising his brows he had a faint smirk.

"Really?" He asked, smiling sheepishly and Kim didn't even look at him.

"Yeah, when I came to him, I did" Farah looked at Miran knowingly.

"See, I told you she likes you," she said, Miran held her hand on his lap.

"What's this? A surprise?" His eyes danced around her, and a soft smile graced her lips, she blushed.

"Can I have some of this? It looks delicious" she asked, ignoring his words, her cheeks flushed and unable to hide her excitement.

"Of course, you should come visit often, Kim,"

"Sure, I would" she replied, Miran, chuckled.

"When are you going back to California?" Farah inquired.

"Oh, that…in two days, I have work," she replied, Farah looked at Miran and back at Kim.

"I'm sorry, his father isn't available, maybe next time, he has a business trip" she checked the time.

"It's fine… maybe some other time," Kim replied.

"His eyes are glued to you," Farah whispered, Kim looked at him, she could tell so many thoughts ran through his head, and he really was waiting to burst open.

She blushed, lowering her flickering eyes. Deep down, she had no idea why she said that, but coming to him, she did want to spend the rest of her life with him, if he wanted that again.

"Mom, excuse us, I want to have a word with my girl" Kim's cheeks turned red and she nudged him but Miran only grinned back.

He grabbed her hands and took her out of the dining room, his hands were warm and her cheeks flushed holding his.

"Can I have a word with Kim?" He says, with his gaze fixed on her, Kim looked at him, maybe she wasn't ready to have this conversation with him yet, they both looked at his mother, waiting for permission.

"We could talk when we get back" she argued, nodding and hoping his mom would agree to her.

"Oh, your father is here," Farah says, getting out of the dining room to her husband, Miran stares at her.

"Ain't you getting too worked up?" She said with a silly smile.

"Really?" He raised a brow at her, she giggled softly and looked back at him. Kim quickly darts at his parents and they seemed to be deep in the discussion they both had.

"You know what I want?" She asked, placing her hands on his thighs, without hesitation she trailed them higher, making his breath increase.

"What?" he said with a smile, enjoying her hands on his thighs, and how nasty she was right now.

She smiled, staring at him, and looked back, she leaned closer and her breath fanned against his ears. Miran shut his eyes, and thoughts flooded his head. "Kiss me, Miran, kiss me like I'm yours" she craned her hands higher, his eyes popped open, and his breathing increased, so loud that she probably should have heard it, "or rather kiss me cause I am yours" Miran smirked, her dirty words were making him hard and her tongue against his earlobe, triggered his lust and desire for her. "After that, I want to feel that cock, deep inside of me, I want you to fuck me like I'm yours," her hand finally touched him, and she leaned backward, taking them away.

He looked at her speechlessly, all this while he had thought he was the nasty one. Kim was full of surprises.

She smiled at his stunned reaction, and a soft laugh escaped her lips, with her eyes closing briefly.

"Kimimela?" She heard her name, she sucked back her laugh and turned to Mrs Mayer, her cheeks were burning up and flushed, they should be red, she guessed.

"Oh, Mr Mayer, it's so nice to meet you," she said, extending her hands for a shake.

"Kimimela Cortes?" He asked, Kim, nodded with a smile. She remembered the last time. She had met him, he called her full name, and here he was again with his Arab accent repeating the same thing.

"Yes, Sir," she said softly, she looked back and Miran didn't even move an inch.

"You're so beautiful Kimimela," He praised, and Kim smiled.

"Thank you, call me Kim," she offered.

"Kim?" He asked, she looked at his mom, and they both laughed.

"Yes Sir," she said.

"Have a seat, I hope you're enjoying the dish?" He asked.

"Of course, I am…" she said.

"We had them prepare some Mexican food, but it isn't that I don't want you tasting Arab dishes, it's lovely if you do" He offered, Kim looked at Miran and he scrolled through his phone instead. She quickly nodded at his father and nudged him.

"I wouldn't mind trying any of them" She replied, Miran, dropped his phone and looked over at his father.

"Pa" he called.

"Miran…" Mr Mayer replied.

The room was silent for a while and everyone seemed to mind their business. Suddenly his father— Ali Khan Mayer started.

"I purchased a share in your winery" Kim gulped, she thought for a while he was going to say something about the family. Her eyes met with Farah, she shook her head slowly with a smile.

"Yeah, that's quite a lot," he replied.

"I like the idea, I had never thought about that and you did, that's good, son"

"Thanks, pa" he smiled at him, and Kim pouted, he was so adorable getting compliments from his dad.

"You should purchase more land, I had a meeting with some shareholders and the winery production isn't much. 50 acres is too small, you should consider 100 more?" Kim choked, she quickly grabbed a glass of water.

What was happening in this family? And Miran never told her he owned a winery, she looked at them as she sipped through her glass. They were all staring at her except Miran who placed his hands on her thighs, caressing her softly, Kim tightening her lips.

"I am sorry," she said quietly and embarrassed.

Miran and his dad didn't seem to have a good connection, and that's why he had no issues with her calling him Mommy's boy. He was more smiley and lively with his mother.

After dinner, Kim and Miran stepped out, and they both escorted them. Miran leaned forward, kissing Mrs Mayer on the cheek.

"Stay safe, mom," he says, going back to Kim.

"I hope to see you again, Kim," she said, Kim smiled nervously.

"Sure, I hope so" she replied, Miran, snaked his hands to her waist. Mr Mayer said nothing and watched them instead. "Goodbye, Mr Mayer"

"Here, I got this for you," he brought out a small bag, Kim looked inside and she found a small box. She looked up at him nervously.

She opened her mouth to speak, but she had no words, she looked at Miran. He winked at her.

"Thank you," she says,

"You can go," he says, heading back inside.

Kim turned around, as they headed to the white limo that awaited them.

"Get in" Miran intoned, she looked at him and he looked so serious, she hurriedly got in and he followed.

"What? You were smiling seconds ago" she commented, checking the small bag.

"Kim?" He leaned closer, whispering in her ear, and taking the bag off. She looked and the slide was closed, they had the back all to themselves.

She looked at him, and he hungrily took her lips without hesitation, savouring her lips against his and his tongue in her mouth.

Miran pulled her over, taking her dress up to allow her cross over him, he tightened his hands around her nice butt, squeezing and enjoying every bit of her body, his hands roamed freely caressing her, he hoped he could as well, pushing into her meanwhile.

Kim moaned against his lips, as his hands found her, his hands brushed against her underwear. She opened her eyes as he put his hand in, looking at him, Miran smiled and continued to rub her nicely in circle and using his second hand to grip waist and keep her in place.

"Oh god," she maoned, kissing him harder, her hands craned higher to his hair and his keffiyeh away. "Fuck!" Her hips did a little dance on him. "Fuck baby, right there, just keep doing that," she gripped his head, breathing heavily on him.

"Like this?" He asked, managing to slip a finger into her while his thumb circled her. Kim sucked her lips in, swallowing the loud moan she was about to release. She placed his head against her boobs, holding him there.

"Miran, I think…" she whimpered, "please let me come" she begged, taking his head off and looking at him. He nodded in response, "Oh god" she whispered faintly, resting on him. He continued making her shake, each time.

"I love when you do that" he took his hands off, hugging her. She finally calmed down and looked at him. Her gazed searched his face. He gripped her head and pulled her back, kissing her hard.

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