The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

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AMIRS POV

As I heard Annies deep breaths, in and out, softly sleeping, I thought about what I ever did to her. I was so bipolar and rude since the beginning of our time together, even though she's been such a caring and thoughtful, and most of all, forgiving and patient wife back to me.

I cheated on her. I smoked and drank in the house continuously. I didn't give two shits about abusing my own nine months pregnant wife that was carrying the heir to the company, because I was selfish and blinded with anger immensely, so much that I didn't care at all. Emotionless.

That's what the drugs can do to me.

I know why she is hiding this from her family; she could tell the whole world, my parents, everyone. But she didn't. She had the knowledge of a muslimah, and that is you hide someone's secrets, Allah Will hide them on the Day Of Judgement.

I feel thankful to have such a wife. Who knows. If it was some other woman, she wouldn't know, and she would create such a big chaos that I would fucking die right then and there. Annie is annoying at times, but we've created such a bond after the kids that I honestly can't even explain how happy I am with her right now.

I threw the covers off me, and set them on the gorgeous and sexy woman beside me. Her hair was fanned out around her as usual, her lips plump and so luscious to kiss, and her body snug and slim, curved at all the right places. She slept towards me, her hands curling naturally and her hips facing the other direction.

I always felt so turned on and hormonal when I would be around Annie. It would be like as if she had control over me with a remote that could most likely be her heart.

I slipped out of bed slowly, and rested my head on the sofa.

Should I pray? To thank Allah?

What the fuck am I thinking? I shove the pillow off the sofa and it hits the decoration piece on the coffee table with a soft thud, nearly knocking it over. I curse under my breath and look back at Annie in bed.

I heard Annie shuffling, slowly I shake my head. "Amieeeeee?" She groans, and I know her groans very well to tell that she isn't pleased when woken up so late. Her hair is wavy and sticking in many directions as she sits up with a confused look plastered on her beautiful features.

"Um, yeah?"

"Why are you up so late?" She asked, shuffling under the covers, a confused look on her gorgeous features.

"I just couldn't sleep," I fluently lied. She nodded. I crept into bed beside her, back to the softness and warmth of her arms and the duvet covers.

"Well, come here. I'll help you." She caresses my defined torso in her arms, lying back on the pillow, lying down in a position that makes me practically spoon her. I feel myself already going hard.

Just because of one touch and her angelic voice.

Nobody makes me feel like she does, and I feel vulnerable and uncontrolled as I admit this to myself. She kisses my forehead lightly and runs her hands through my hair as I can't take it anymore, and I crash my hungry lips against hers and she instantly replies. After kissing her all over for a very long time, I pull her so close that I see her beautiful, shining and radiant hazel eyes under the dim light of the moonlight.

My hands are loosely hung around her waist, and I kiss her forehead. She sighs happily under my touch.

She cuddled like that, and I felt her bare legs on me. Her sweats had pulled up. I ran my hands down her slim legs, and she shivered while giggling. "Stop, it tickles!" She whispers, shutting her eyes close as she's also tired.