#1 in Feisty, #1 in Dubai, #2 Strongwomen, #3 Arabian 4/1/23
Rehen Arora, a beautiful, selfless, yet strong willed woman returns home to find the passing of her father, leaving her not with a sizeable inheritance but a last wish.
To marry his best f...
Chapter 8: A Little love, A Little Light, A Little Sara ...
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All I'd plan to do that night was head upstairs and sleep, just when the door bell rang and Kara sashayed in, wearing a skimpy dress that bared her midriff for the all the world to see. I stayed, maybe because of the shock or maybe because I didn't want to be alone in this guilt. Misery loves company, and seeing her brought me back to the fantasy that I wanted to fulfil.
Kara didn't look guilty, though. She looked like anyone would, meeting someone who used to know the most intimate parts of them. It looked like she felt excited, full of all the adrenaline and all emotions our affair used to bring us but tinged with sadness, a little regretful of how things ended.
I was leaning back on my office chair in my study room, head tilted towards the ceiling above with my eyes closed. I couldn't help but my mind was dominated by words of that night.
I thought I was getting used to neutralizing the darts flying off her tongue by drinking in the view that accompanied her smart mouth. A body made for sin hidden behind her modest dress and cherry lips my teeth ached to claim, an ass too perfect for my hands and how could I forget- those bottomless cocoa brown eyes.
But the guilt and hurt on her beautiful face was the only thing I could picture. There have been many times when I wondered what it would be to have a normal life, far away in another country to spend time with a woman who loved me and not to be the most wanted man in Dubai. I kept replaying the scenario exactly like she said imagining it in my head, that only made my cock feel hard. She is doing something to constantly get under my skin, even though I carefully built my walls of steel to keep women out, the gut feeling in my heart tells me Rehen is a little different and I wanted to see myself what she can do to me. My chest tightens at the thought, for once I just want to see her look at me without hate or rage, like she does now. I want more from her, my crazy wishes are taking over my senses, we could have been happily married like every other couple. I want to...but I can't .. and I don't need her.
I couldn't tell why the fuck she had been so affected by my misdeed and actually acted like a wife. The way she kicked her out and befriended Adonis in no time, brought out a different side to her. That wasn't just because of me, there was something else and I couldn't quite figure it out yet, did she have feelings for me or couldn't bear to see me with another woman". No you dummy she had her pride to keep.
Rehen was a big mystery difficult to solve. She acted so tough like she hated my touch but I swear I heard her moan at the same time. Even though I wanted her, I didn't want her to regret what happened. I had never taken a woman against her own will and certainly I wouldn't start with her, I know for sure she would kick my balls. Oh, she wanted me, but it was obvious she was terrified. Her confusion was clearly written all over her face. I only would seduce Rehen until she begged me.
The doors of my office opened so that I didn't need to look up from my desk to know it was Suheeb who was coming down the hallway, sauntering into my office like he owns it, without my permission many times as usual. I could tell by the distinct sound of his footsteps, I wanted his stay to be short only and his concern to be focused on anything but business. Without shifting my eyes up from my mountain of paperwork piling on the desk, I acknowledged his presence with a nod.
