Not being able to see Raheem, heightened all my other senses. The sounds of his moans, the heat of his breath on my neck, the weight of him pinning me down, the taste of his lips, the scent of him. It was sensory overdrive, how had I gone twenty-three years of my life without experiencing this?
I shut my eyes against the white-hot heat that exploded under his expert tongue. I called his name out begging for mercy but also pleading for more. He gently stroked my quivering thighs around his neck.
"Are you ok?" I heard his light chuckle before I felt his smile against me. I let my numb limbs fall away as he moved up to kiss me, allowing me to taste myself.
"Hmm," I hummed my response and he smiled.
"Not so vocal anymore?" He teased. I could feel his curly hair tickle my forehead and I slowly peeled my eyes open. The cold chain around his neck dangled in my face and I hooked my index finger on it, drawing him closer for another kiss.
This time it was wet and sloppy and I loved it. With his free hand, Raheem stroked his erection against me and when he sunk in, his hot kiss swallowed my cry of ecstasy. When he was confident I was okay, he rocked into a rhythm that was maddening. I couldn't see, I was just forced to feel.
He broke the kiss and lifted himself up, driving harder and deeper and I cried out. He muttered words to me in languages I couldn't understand. I felt the familiar build of pleasure and tried to chase, rocking my hips out of synch with his. He hooked his arm under my knee, pinning me in place.
"Raheem!" I called out, feeling like I was speeding into my next orgasm but he speed up. His movements got choppier. And then he stiffened, groaning my name repeatedly as he buried his face into my neck. The warm feel of his release triggered mine, and as I surrendered to my second orgasm, slumber snuck up on me.
When I realized I wasn't sleeping on the contours of Raheem's powerful chest, I sat up. The faint ache between my legs was a reminder that last night had not been a dream. I was placed on a mat and covered with a light fleece, fully clothed. I noticed there was light streaming into the cave, how long had I been asleep? A slight feeling of panic took over when I noticed the camels were gone.
"Raheem?" I called out to him but I got no reply. I could hear some faint chatter outside though, so I went out to inspect. I had to take a moment to let my eyes adjust to the blinding light of the desert sun. The skies were so clear, yesterday must have been a dream. I rocked from side to side, knowing the dull pain was proof yesterday was very real.
After a moment I saw an Arabic woman, with a purple hijab speaking to two men dressed in tuxedos in front of a Ford Raptor. Her back was turned to me but as soon as the tuxedo men noticed me she turned around.
"Ah, you're awake." She had a Northern English accent and a soft smile. "I am Dr Ayad, you must be Rome."
"Where's Raheem?" I was too shocked to say anything else. The tuxedo men looked at each other, while Dr Ayad slightly winced.
She then swallowed, no doubt getting ready to tell me some bullshit because I saw the pity flash in her eyes. I hugged myself suddenly feeling cold despite the heat.
"Something urgent required his attention but he made sure to leave you in good hands."
She forced a smile before suggesting that I take a seat in the car so she could do a quick check-up. I could feel my chest squeeze and my throat tighten, I'd given myself away to a man who didn't even have the decency to say goodbye. I know he said there were no promises but dammit, he could've at least spared me the embarrassment of asking his bodyguards where he had disappeared to.
The minute I fell asleep he probably hightailed out of there. What was it? Did he suddenly realise he'd made a mistake, did I have morning breath? Did I have a snoring problem I wasn't aware of? The more I thought about it, the worse the scenarios got and the harder I tried not to cry, the more my eyes stung with unshed tears.
We didn't just share a kiss, we had sex for crying out loud! Couldn't he extend the courtesy of an honorable send-off? As far as 'the most embarrassing walk of shames' goes, this had to be at the top of the list.
I felt vulnerable and exposed. And used. Logically, I knew nothing was going to come of this but I wasn't prepared for this empty feeling. And then I felt disgusting, ready to sacrifice it all for a warm shower to scrub last night and all its memories off of me.
I held my head high as Dr Ayad led me to the car. She explained that Raheem had sent her to make sure I was ok but the white noise in my brain made it hard for me to process anything.
When we reached the car, one of the men opened the back seat door and I climbed in. I sat with my legs hanging out the side so the Dr could do her job. She handed me a bottle of water and a packed breakfast. She patiently waited for me to finish before doing a check-up.
The entire time my mind was somewhere else, trying my best not to break down at how humiliating this entire situation was. What kind of arsehole sends a doctor to check up on his one-night stand? What was he trying to say? Why didn't he take me with him when he woke up?
"Rome?" I was so lost in my own thoughts, I hadn't realized Dr Ayad was handing something to me. She had another bottle of water in one hand, and in her other, two small white pills. I recognized them as morning-after pills. I'd gone to the pharmacy on behalf of Sofia so many times to know what they were.
Can this get any more, embarrassing?
I took the offering and tried to avoid Dr Ayad's pitiful gaze. She then turned to the guards and spoke to them in Arabic, probably telling them we were done. She waited for me to seat myself correctly before closing the door and walking around to the other side. One of the Tuxedo men slid into the driver seat while the other was packing everything I was sleeping on in the back compartment.
"Oh before I forget," Dr Ayad reached into the pocket at the back of the passenger seat and pulled a leather file out. She flipped it open and paged through the document, scanning it before handing it over to me with a pen. "Please sign this."
"What is this?" I stared at the document in her hands as if it had offended me.
"It is a non-disclosure agreement." She avoided looking me in the eye, "Please initiate each page and then sign where an x is indicated." She explained softly, clicking the pen open before handing it to me.
At this point I was absolutely mortified, I wasn't expecting a love story but I certainly wasn't expecting this. I began signing the contract, they probably were not going to let me go without signing it. Besides I was never going to see the bastard again.
I handed the contract back to Dr Ayad and after checking it she said something to the tuxedo men that got them driving. When we reached the city, I finally had service to contact Sofia. She had pulled a muscle and Karim made them turn back before the storm hit, she was worried sick about me but Karim had assured her Raheem knew what he was doing.
He sure did that sneaky son of a bitch!
As he promised, Raheem made sure we got home. Or his team did. They had a private jet fly us back home. I silently prayed that I never have to see him again. Famous last words right?
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The Things I Lost In The Desert
Romance"No because that is in violation of my next condition." I folded my arms in defiance to show him I was not going to compromise. He rolled his eyes and expelled a breath. "What's the next condition Rome?" "This marriage will remain a marriage in name...
