Arranged: Betrothed

chapter 10

I felt myself spiralling into some sort of depression. Everyday was becoming more difficult. Ethan's words still floated around in my head. I knew he had affected me, I started covering up more around Samir. I didn't want him to see me just as an object of desire.

I only had one person to speak to. I called Mary and waited for her to pick up. I could feel my throat already aching with emotion, but I took deep breaths.

"Hey girlie." She screamed. I flinched and couldn't help but laugh at her.

"Hi. You busy?" I asked. I wasn't sure where to start the conversation.

"Never too busy for you, babe." She answered.

"I... I went out with Ethan yesterday." I said and heard her hesitate. "And?"

"Oh Mary... I don't even know where to start. We were having so much fun... and then he just confessed he liked me. He kissed me. And then when I said no he... he-"

I couldn't contain my emotions any longer. "Oh no. What did he say, Zahara?" She asked.

"He said no one would care about me. They just want me for my... big boobs and butt. He even said Samir doesn't care. Do you think it's true? Why didn't you come? He said you were. I feel so cheap and disgusting. I feel like I cheated on Samir. He's going to be so mad. Do you think he would hurt me?" I was hysterical at this point.

"That little shit. He's lying, he didn't invite me or anyone else. I'm going to fuck him up. Please stop crying, Zizi. He's acting like a little bitch because he got rejected. The fact that he tried it after knowing you're married. Don't listen to him. You're so smart. Smarter than him and he can't stand it. I can't believe it." She ranted angrily.

I quieted down my crying in fear of Samir finding me like this. Mary continued consolidating me until I stopped crying and it was a long time until then.

"It will be okay. From what I can tell he doesn't seem the type. I know if he knew of the situation he wouldn't be angry at you, Zahara. I'm sure he's great. Talk to him when you're ready, love."

I sniffled, wiping my nose with some tissues. "Yeah. I'll speak to him." I agreed, but I knew I wouldn't do it anytime soon. "Look, Zahara... I've got to go. If you want to meet up let me know whenever okay?" She asked softly.

"Yeah... thank you. I'm sorry for calling you randomly." I mumbled.

"Don't be silly. I'm here for you. Be strong, Zahara. You're going to meet a lot of insecure shitheads, who will try shove their insecurities on to you. Love you babe. Talk to you soon."

I bid her goodbye and laid back on my pillow, closing my eyes briefly. I'm sure Samir noticed that I've been upset, but he hasn't really asked me too much about it.

I've also avoided him quite a bit since everything happened. I feel more self conscious than ever. Are my boobs the first thing a guy notices when they see me? What if Samir thinks this way too?

He came into the room after a while and laid down beside me. I looked at him, to see him regarding me with a blank expression.

"Come closer." He ordered after a moment of silence. I shook my head moving further away. He reached out suddenly, wrapping an arm around my waist and forcing me against him. I yelped with fear, shoving him away.

I tried to move away, but it seemed my struggle was futile. He laid down closer to me, pressing his face into my neck. My stomach clenched with nerves.

"S-Samir-"

"Shh, doll. I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered softly. I shivered, his words tickled my neck and forced me to close my eyes. I released my hold on his arm and he loosened his grip too, placing his hand on my stomach.

I finally felt myself calming down and relax beside him. He said he wouldn't hurt me, would it be naive of me to believe his words?

"Are planning anything tomorrow?" He asked, tapping his fingers on my stomach rhythmically. I shook my head. I didn't want to go out anytime soon.

"Then you're coming with me."

I quickly turned to my side, frowning at him. "Where?"

"My office." He kept his arm around my waist.

"Why?"

"No reason."

I pouted unintentionally, but didn't answer him. He didn't ask me, he had ordered me. He has let me go out, so I guess it would be fair if I listened to him too.

"Okay." I agreed, staying still beside him. He brushed his fingers a little lower. I closed my eyes, grabbing his thick wrist in my hand. He pulled his hand out and linked our fingers together. I stared down at our joined hands, admiring the way his hand covered mine. His fingers were longer and thicker than mine and veins protruded from his skin. His thumb traced circles over my skin. I shut my eyes again, not moving my hand away.

I didn't say anything else and neither did he. It was comfortable, this time his closeness made me feel protected. He said he wouldn't hurt me and at that point I believed it. He hasn't forced anything upon me, perhaps except this lifestyle. But that's not entirely his fault. It was my parents that made him believe that I was right for him.

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I felt his large hands caress my thighs, sliding them up and down. My legs were spread wide with him kneeling between them.

"Baby-doll, tell me what you want."

I felt my entire body heat up at the simple words.

"You."

He grinned at my reply, allowing his finger to dip between my legs. I moaned softly, closing my eyes. His touch made me so warm and aroused. "Relax, doll. I'll make you feel really good."

I let him touch me. His fingers rubbed at a certain spot, making me gasp and pant. "Samir."

"You like that?" He grunted. Everything felt so hazy for the moment. "Yes." I whispered. My stomach tingled wildly as I felt myself reaching a certain peak. His touch was taking me higher and higher, until I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. It was becoming too much to bare.

I gasped as I sat up. My eyes blinking rapidly, looking around. My head whipped to the side, watching Samir sleeping soundly. My lower half was pulsing with a strange ache. My body was still trembling with desire.

How could my mind betray me?

I got off the bed calmly, going to the bathroom to freshen up. I washed my face with cold water, staring at my reflection. My cheeks were flushed with desire, my hair looked wild and the rest of my body was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

I shook my head at myself, going back to bed and laying down further away from him. He was already bad enough in real life and now he was invading my dreams too. I clenched my legs together, wrapping my arms around myself and closed my eyes.

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She had her first ever wet dream. I remember when I had mine lmao. It was so vivid 😂. Anyways tmi.

Next chapter!!! I'm so tired all the time man. I just want to sleep all day long and not have to do anything. Anyone else feeling this exhaustion?

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Z.A.B