7. Now you know Slave.

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I can't sleep.

I'm used to sleep on my bed, now with this brand new one under me I can't even close my eyes.

I went up, turned the light on and sat in front of my painting board.

I started painting when I was 8 years old to let out my feelings. I wasn't into training then and I didn't want to write a journal either because I was afraid of someone accidentally read it.

Painting is my only saviour from my feelings along side praying to my creator. But as I started to grow up I got interested in working out and began to box, play ball sports, running and many different kind of activities. So working out became another solution to my problems.

I looked around my room only to find paintings covering the walls. Painting that were born out of my emotions, with each painting there's a quote at the bottom. Confusion, anger, happiness, lost, embaressment and so on. My painting contains voices in my heart that were shouting, whispering or singing.

That's why I don't want anyone to enter my room without permission, especially Amir.

My room reflects my heart. If anyone see these painting I would feel naked around them.

I never drew anything other than the natur and objects.

And I have first published my paintings two years ago in secret with a different name of course. Actually only a letter, L. No one knows except my brother Khaled. I'm not ready to reveal my passion yet. So I told Khaled because we don't keep secrets from each other. And he supported me since then.

I'm proud to say my paintings are hanging in the most popular galleries across New York and I was even nominated as the best painter New York has to offer. They wanted me to attend the awards but understood when I said I wanted to be anonymous.

I saved the money I got from it, for my future. I don't want to depend on my parents in my entire life.

I picked up the brush and started to paint. With each paint streak I felt my body relaxing and breath becoming even. But I still didn't feel sleeping as I anticipated.

I sighed and left my paint half finished. I went to my closet and changed out of my pyjamas to my training set which consisted of a sweat pants and long sleeved shirt. I didn't bother putting on my hijab thinking that Amir was sleeping or out. Since we're married now it's for him to see my hair. I don't think I can wear my hijab 24/7 in my own house.

I tied my long black hair in a messy bun before I walked out of my room.

It was 12pm and I desperately needed sleep but my mind was wide awake.
I went downstairs and wondered if Amir came back home as I passed by his room.

Whatever, we had nothing to do with each other.

I walked inside the gym and the freash metal smell made my body flow with energy.

I started with an intense cardio workout for 15 min after I warmed up. Then I went straight to the punching bag. I grabbed a pair of boxing gloves and putted them on to start punching out my blankness. 

I didn't notice that my hands became sore and legs became wobbly when I stopped for a little to drink. I sighed, I became weak. I looked at the giant clock on the wall. 

Dang I was punching for two hours straight but it felt like 30 mins.

"Who do we have here?" At that I turned around just to find Amir leaning on the wall beside the door. He still wearing the clothes he had on earlier which means he came back home now.

I suddenly felt conscience of my hair. It feels weird showing my hair to a guy.

"Welcome back." I rolled my eyes and grabbed my towel before I strolled towards the door but he stopped me.

"I have to admit you're better than I thought but not enough to beat me." Even if I didn't see his face I could have sworn he smirk. Jerk.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Well about that."

"You really think you can beat me?"

"I don't think, I know." I challenges him and that made him feel competitive, I could see it. 

He smiled, "how about we do this once and for all?"

"Fine."

Oh I'll show you.

We both putted on two pairs of boxing gloves and got in a rather small ring but big enough for both of us. 
*******
It was an understandment to say that Amir was strong but I had the speed on him.

We both got worked up after a while of dodging his blows and him blocking mine. None of us could land a punch on the other. I ran around him fast and got ready to hit him on his cheek.

Yees I landed a punch on him, he stumbled backwards shocked but immediately covered up and smirked.

A second later he was behind me holding his gloved hand against my temple. My eyes widened. How? 

"You lose" he whispered in my ear making me shiver down my spine. I knew I lost the second he was behind me. He'd knock me out if he threw a punch right then. 

He dropped his hand and took off his gloves"you're good and fast" 

"I lost" I stated. 

"I didn't expect you to win. After all I'm a professional boxer." 

He is a what?!

He was toying with me the whole time?!

I gasped" you cheater! You never told me that?" 

He smiled "Well now you know slave."

I can't believe this guy! "How did you even became a professional boxer when you're a basketball player?" I frowned.

He shrugged and grabbed his jacket from the floor.

"Good night lion and starting from tomorrow you're my slave." He said walking out.

Now that I think about it 6 months IS a long time. Why did I even challenged him?! I'm too tired to even be frustrated.

Uggh...
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I went inside the Starbucks where Lucas is waiting for me with my computer in hand.

He decide to meet here and plan for our project.

I ordered ice Americano before I looked for him but then I spotted him near the window and I made my way to him.

"Hi." I sat in front of him.

"Hello." He greeted with his thick British accent.

"So... what do we begin with?"

"With the project?" He said unsurely.

Woow I realized that I do ask stupid questions sometimes.

Because you're stupid, stupid.

And we began to write down some ideas and talked nothing other than the studies. After a while of writing our own text he decided to break the silence.

"How do you know Amir?" I froze trying to come up with lie. Surely I can't say that he's my husband. "Our parents have partnership from their company." I blurted out. Technically that is true.

He nodded "is he your boyfriend?"

My eyes widened and choked on my Americano. "What? Why do you assume that?" I coughed.

"Beacuse you look at each other a lot lately and you are always together."
We are?

"No we're not. You must be mistaken, there's nothing going on between us." I assured him.

There really isn't.

He sighed with relief, or so I think.

"Good."

Good? What does that mean?

"How did you and Amir became friends?" It's was my turn to ask. I always wanted to know the answer to that question. They're both polar opposite.

"We were friends since diapers in London and we moved here together. My mother and his were best friends." He said looking up from his pc.

"Oh" I muttered. It's cool to have a friend that long. I only met mine a year ago when I moved here.

Wait.

"Were? They're not now?"

Sadness flashed in his eyes.
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