| SABEEHA | ✔

*S14*

I flutter my eyes open, the first thing I see was Khalil shirtless. I look around, realizing it's his room. I slept off.

I continue looking at him, drooling over his body. Why? God, I need to stop disturbing myself about that.

I let out a sigh before stretching. "I see you're awake." I laugh at his words. "I bet you do see." He chuckles with me.

"Never knew it was a joke to you, disabilities." He says as I frown. "Sorry." I sit up while he buttons up his shirt.

"Let me help you." I kneel on the bed after crawling to where he stood, buttoning his shirt.

"Are you prepared for the conference?" I ask. "Yes, I am. I have been getting ready all night".

"While I snored?" I say jokingly.

"Yes, while you snored." I gasp, looking up at him. "I snore?" I ask and he nods. "I can't believe this, this is so embarrassing."

I hang my head, placing my hands beside me. "Thank you and why are you embarrassed? Snoring is cute." He walks to the chair, taking his blazer.

"How is it cute to disturb someone?" I ask narrowing my eyes. "I don't know, the fact that you act differently when you wake up."

He smiles as I roll my eyes. "You're enjoying this and mocking me." I throw a pillow at him.

"I can't suddenly change what I like." He walks back to where he once stood. "You mastered the plan of your room. You don't even stagger."

"I use his room everyday and use it more than before. I am bound to remember where I am supposed to walk without bumping into something."

He takes his silver watch that was placed on the chiffoniers with his tinted glasses and his stick that was leaned on the wall beside the chiffonier.

"I guess that is all, I will see you when I come back insha Allah."

He walks to the bedroom door. "May Allah protect you, Khalil." He gives me a weak smile.

He walks out, closing the door gently. I lie back on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

I turn my head to look at my phone. Should I call mukhtar?

The door bell rings as I adjust the robe I wore, laired with a laced lingerie. I use my hand to brush my hair again a little before opening the door.

He looks at me when his eyes widened, his eyes glossing over my body. "You're beautiful." He says before I pull him into the house, closing the door.

He places his hands on my waist, kissing me deeply whilst I caressed him. He carries me and keep me on the couch before climbing on top of me.

He takes off his kaftan and threw it across the parlor. I smile, kissing him. "I love you so much." He says when someone knocks on the door then rings the bell.

Mukhtars pulls away from me, running to take his kaftan. "Who is it?!" I scream adjusting my robe. "Khalil."

I felt my heart skip a beat. "I'll be there!" I shout, looking at the console mirror. "Hide in the study, I'll distract him so you could go. When its quiet and there's no one, go." I point to the room, telling him. He scurried inside before I went to open the door.

I smack and lick my lips then opened the door. "Welcome back, just so you know, I'm just trying this out." I say to him as he walked in, closing the door.

"Thank you and what are you trying out." He walks with the help of the stick to the parlor. I forgot he's blind.

"Clothes, are you going back to work?" I ask. "Yes, I want to pick some documents that I left behind."

My heart skipped because mukhtar is in the study. "Wait." I hold Khalil's arm which made him halt. "I wore this and you didn't say anything about it."

I complain putting on a slight slight pout. He sighs, like a groan. "Sabeeha, I can't see but I am sure you look stunning and beautiful." He turns, attempting to walk to the study.

I hold his arm again. "Do you know what I wore?"

"Sabeeha, I am getting late." He reminds me. I hate doing this, making him feel like he's important or I want his attention.

Khalil even as a blind man has acute senses and I don't want to take any chances.

"Do you know what I'm wearing?" I ask again. I hold his  hand, placing it on my corset.

"What?"

"A lingerie, I decided to try it on. I want to thank you for last night. I appreciate it."  I place his hands on my waist, bring my body close to his.

"For what?"  He asks wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me to his body. I felt this disgust course through my body.

"Letting me sleep over at your room." I place my arms on his shoulder as he leans in to my neck, I could feel his breath on my skin.

Mukhtar peeks his head out, his eyes meeting mine. I signal him to stop. I need to take him away from here.

"How about.... We go upstairs?" I hold his hand, walking towards the stairs. He follows without any hesitation.

As we walk up the stairs, I actually wished I would just faint so I wouldn't experience this torture. Immediate we entered his room, he kissed me.

He pulls me to him then suddenly carries me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He places me on the bed, taking off his shirt......

I look at the wall, not knowing whether to cry or to thank god it was over. I sigh, closing my eyes.

"You okay?" Khalil asks and I put on a fake smile, turning behind to look at him. "Yeah." I lie before standing up. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Okay." I close the door, leaning on it. I let out a deep breath. This was hell.

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