|The Man Trap
Author: oHriginal PM
They say that men are players - but just how bad are the women of the world? Introducing Azi, the best in the business. Job description? Laying traps for the girls who think they can play the game.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Chapters: 10 - Words: 14,864 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 07-30-09 - Published: 06-25-09 - id: 2689304
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LATE EVENING SEVEN
Azi pulled up in the parking space, and killed the engine. Sadia nervously looked around.
"Umm... I thought we were going to see a film?" She looked out of the window again, as if to make sure she wasn't seeing things.
"I changed my mind." Azi answered, reaching over to the backseat, to grab the bottle. "If you don't mind, I'm going to have me some shots.." He eyed the drink. "Or the whole bottle. Depending on how the night goes."
Sadia opened her mouth, to say something, but after a moments thought, closed it again. She watched as Azi snapped open the top. A few shot's later, she decided to speak anyway.
"I hope you're not going to drive after that."
Azi flashed her a smile, and gestured at the wheel. "Ofcourse not."
"Why do you think I bought you out here for?"
Sadia's jaw hit the ground. She narrowed her eyes, and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. "Right. Give me some."
"Give you what?"
"The drink. I might as well have some, since we aren't going anywhere tonight."
Azi silently passed her the bottle. His fake drunk act was working. The shots he was pouring for himself, were not being consumed in the way that she thought. Bottom line? He was no where near drunk. In fact, he was more sober than she was. Azi watched as Sadia pulled back the top and bought the neck of the bottle to her plump glossy lips. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Are you sure you want to be doing that?" Azi questioned.
"This?" Sadia's lips touched the bottle, slightly. She kept her gaze on Azi, and let her tongue run around the neck of the bottle, again, slowly. Tilting her head to the side, she moved the bottle, so that her lips were now around the top. Azi could feel himself getting hard. He knew that he should be stopping her now - no asian girl had ever drank alcohol in front of him - but he was frozen, unable to take his eyes off her lips, and the neck of that bottle.
Sadia's dimple deepened, a sign that she knew her games were working. She reached over to Azi's thigh, and starting travelling her fingers up and down, teasing him. She tilted the bottle up, and Azi watched, as the liquid trickled into her mouth. Sadia closed her eyes in pleasure.
"You look like you've done this before." Azi managed to croak out.
"I've done a lot of things before." Sadia whispered, before putting the bottle aside, and kneeling down. Azi's eyes widened, as he realised what she was about to do. His gaze flickered to the rearview mirror, where a small red light was flashing.
"Did you see it?"
"Yes, I fuckin saw it. You're a dirty bastard. I told you not to do anything with her!"
Azi shrugged, placing the phone on the other ear. "Hey, look, she wanted to. I didn't ask her to do anything, and the proof is that video! If a bitch is going to give it to me, I can't really say no, can I?"
"Your mentality is shagged!" Raihan yelled. He let out a big sigh. "Now what happens?"
"You know the drill. Why do you always pretend like.."
"Azi will you drop that okay. Just tell me what happens next."
Azi rolled his eyes. "Bring both Ayaan and Saif to the Lodge Hotel on Saturday. I'll be there with her."
"Fuck no," Azi huffed. "I aint paying good money to take a slag like her. The Lodge - that cheapy little shit hole, just outside ghetto."
"Ayaan won't come."
"Look, tell him she is going to be there. Don't tell him about me. You know all the rules in the book Raihan. You made most of them." Azi sat up a bit straighter. "You left, because of a bitch. The reason we actually started this business!"
Raihan was silent.
"You stayed because of a bitch. I think that's worse."
Ayaan rubbed lotion onto his hands, to stop them from going dry. He was nervous. He was very very nervous. It was no surprise, as he hadn't seen Sadia for two weeks. Raihan had explained to him, that they were wrong. That Sadia wasn't the girl they thought she was, and that Azi had dropped the so called, "trap".
Now, he was on his way, to a hotel, to meet her. In the three years of them dating, Ayaan hadn't slept with her. Sadia had told him she was a virgin, and planned to keep it that way till marriage. For her, to change her mind, was a big thing. Ayaan touched his pocket to make sure the condoms were there. On the way out, he bumped into his brother.
"Jump in. I'll take you." Raihan motioned, towards the car.
Ayaan looked back, to see his brother, still in the car. What's he upto? Ayaan wondered. He shrugged, and let himself in. The reception was just as bleary looking as the outside of the building was. At the desk, sat an old man.
The man ignored him.
"Umm.... excuse me?"
Ayaan pressed the bell. It made a loud noise, but the man still didn't look up. Ayaan gritted his teeth, and firmly pressed his hand on the bell, so that it kept ringing. Ever a few seconds, the man held up a key.
"It's Room 4."
"Oooo-kaay" Ayaan rolled his eyes. What a weird place. Sadia must already be here then.
He climbed the stairs, to Room 4, and smiled. Straightening his clothes, running his fingers through his hair, and checking once again, for the condoms - there. Now he was ready. He pushed down the handle.
Ayaan stared at the sight in front of him.
Azi placed his finger to his mouth, in a shh! motion. He was facing the door, Sadia too busy involved in his neck, to notice that Ayaan was standing there. The poor lad's face had gone even paler than he already was, and Azi felt bad for him. Still, he was here to do his job. He made sure not to touch Sadia, not to encourage her, and even attempted to pry her off him.
"Sadia, you shouldn't be doing this."
"Why not," Sadia mumbled, kissing his neck.
"Don't you have a boyfriend?"
"I've already told you, I don't."
"Yeah? Is it like that now?" Azi asked.
It was all Ayaan needed to hear. He let the door bang shut. Sadia spun around, her mouth dropped open, as she spotted him.
Ayaan shook his head, unable to say anything. He nodded to Azi, gave one final look at his now, ex girlfriend, and stormed out of the room. Sadia turned onto Azi.
"What the fuck! What is this!"
Azi got up, pushing Sadia aside. He calmly picked up his jacket, and cigarettes. "You think you can play games with the innocent lads? That boy loved you - he would have done anything for you. Instead, you go around offering yourself to all his friends, to his brother - hey, even to me. I thought you were actually a nice girl, when I started talking to you, but you're just like the rest of them. Easy."
And with that, he walked away.
Something wasn't right.
Azi glanced at the clock. 11pm. His knee twitched nervously, as he sat, sprawled out onto his couch, in his apartment. He felt uneasy, as if something was going to happen.
Azi jumped as his phone began to ring. After composing himself, he answered it.
"I've got another little case for you." It was Raihaan.
Azi frowned. "Your case is over. You don't need to be calling up my phone any more ok."
"Believe me, I aint interested in you. I need to help out a friend."
"I don't want to be accociated with you anymore." Azi spat. "You did a hell of a lot to me in the past, you caused her enough grief!"
Raihaan was silent. "One of the boys in my area came to me yesterday. Yelling and smacking shit up, saying that a local lad was chatting shit about his sister."
"What the fuck do you want me to do."
"He was going around saying he slept with my mate's sister."
Being a british pakistani, meant that he had a lot of pride. Pride was something all pakistani's had in common, and one of the biggest sins a man could commit, was trying to get off with a fellow paki's sister - get off and get caught that is.
"See what I mean," Raihaan continued. "This would be a little different for..."
"Give me two days. Get your mate in my office tomorrow." Azi spoke, briskly. For some reason, his eyes wandered over to a calender on the wall - a date circled in red caught his eyes. He nearly stopped breathing.
"I'll call you back." He muttered.
A/N - just a note for those who may be confused. the next chapters will be slowly focusing on the main reasons why there are such "male players" - there is always a woman behind everything evil :D Anyways, you will found out in more detail about Azi's past, and certain things that don't make sense will make sense, I hope. Enjoy :) I will update soon, but don't expect anything too quick.