"What the hell was that!?" Sarah was fuming when she walked through the door and threw her clutch and necklace on the foyer table.
"Are you okay?" Hamdan's eyes roamed her body looking for any signs of hurt.
"Yes! Who were those men, Hamdan?"
He breathed in. "I'll explain—"
"And that driver! Oh my god! Is he a cyborg?" She kept pacing up and down. "He completely ignored my questions! He drives me insane!"
"Sarah, calm down..." He tried to reason.
Sarah whipped around. "And where is Nate?"
"He is back at the party, okay?" He held her by the shoulders so she would stop moving around. "And those men are like... secret service, you know?"
He saw her eyes widened as he explained that they were also there when they went to NAS and during their weekend at The Smeralda. Those were the security he could not get rid off.
"So, they're always there? For who?" She took a step back. "Are they— are they following me?!"
"No. I mean, only when you come here, but after tonight perhaps they—"
"No!" She countered. "I don't need them, I don't want them!"
He held her face in his hands. "Fine, but I'm glad they were there tonight. What happened? What did he say?"
She lowered her gaze. "He had too much to drink... I only wish they hadn't made such a scene."
"It was protocol," he explained.
"Protocol? Now he's going to tell Josh what happened and Josh is going to tell Abby and—"
"He won't." Hamdan went silent for a second thinking about the best way to make things clear. "He was asked for his discretion."
"Asked?" She wondered, enunciating every letter. "Or threaten?"
"Well, they have to sound convincing."
"Hamdan!" She took another step back and he lost her again.
"I can't believe you're defending him! He goes and acts like a drunken moron, I do the right thing and this is what I get?" He leaned against the table with crossed arms.
Her face softened and she took her shoes off. Sarah walked up to him, locking her arms around his waist. He quickly gave into the urgency of grazing her smooth skin and his fingers slid down her arms.
"What he did was awful," she reckoned. "But those guys showed up out of nowhere with guns and I didn't know who they were," she shrugged. "A little heads-up would've been nice, that's it."
"They said he was holding you and not letting go."
"He was."
His head and arms dropped, his hands clutched on the edge of the table.
"Hey..." She took his cap off and held his face, forcing him to look at her again. "I'm fine," she added when their eyes met.
His gaze went back down to the henna in her hands, he noticed it as soon as he saw her, but didn't get the chance to mention it.
"I like this," he held her hand and kissed it.
"We all got them last night," she replied.
"You look stunning," he said with his lips still on her hand.
She wrinkled her nose and smiled. "Hi."
"Hi," Hamdan leaned and kissed her softly. "I have the morning off, stay here tonight," he offered, still bothered about what happened.
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Fanfiction"A strand of hair was laying over her left eye and he slowly tucked it behind her ear with his index finger. His hand kept going down to the back of her neck and he caressed her blushing cheek with his thumb. She did not seem to be cold anymore. His...
