CROSSED PATHS

Chapter twenty-three

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Aryan left some moments ago. I can still smell his expensive Tom Cliff perfume on my dress. Do I even want to remove this dress? No wallahi I don't. I know am sounding like a teenage girl that just got hugged by her boyfriend and she is having a mental breakdown of excitement.

At first I didn't actually wanted to shake him but I figured it will be better than you know taking things far. But when he hugged me I lost every single sense of reasoning like the serenity of his touch is like the one a person feels when on a vacation in Greece. The rhythm of his heartbeat is peaceful like the river flowing in the Mediterranean Sea. His scent is expensive that sends repulsive pulse to your veins. I don't know when I became a poet but by Al-Qawwiy he is changing me into something else.

I can still feel his hands on my waist. The contact made me feel thousands of butterflies in my stomach that I can literally open a garden or sell it to the miracle garden in Dubai. I felt peace, I felt protected, I felt possessive , I felt all that with just a simple touch. His minty breath that fan my face sweet and comforting. Our face in contact and our lips 2 inch from each other. Guys I can't explain to you just how I felt during this photo shoots.

"Ahlee I think the way your husband was looking dangerously handsome should be illegal gosh he was looking gorgeous" Nessa.

Bro I also thought the same. How can someone just go about been this handsome. Aryan was looking so drop dead gorgeous. The white he wore was as pure as the serenity I felt when I was with him. Innalilahi and seeing him in babbar riga did things to my lower abdomen.

"Ahlee back to earth" Sultana.

"I am listening to all of you". I was in the room with the girls and we are currently changing. The boys are coming by 11 to take us to the airport because we have another event in Abuja.

Sultana was fully dressed in a black palazzo pants and a Black and white zebra striped long sleeve shirt. She tucked the shirt in and wore her black turban with a Fendi watch and Pandora diamond bracelet. She was sitting at the edge of the bed wearing her Zarah sneakers while talking.

"Are you day dreaming of your first night"Yaz . Who was standing by the dressing mirror with just her white vest and trousers trying to put on her shirt said.

"I know right how do you feel knowing your getting fucked tonight". Yaz the unfiltered all.

"Yaz why are you such a bitch with no filter" I was wearing a royal blue English flare gown. My hair was still up on its lower bun while Maria was helping me clean my make up with some wipes.

Maria was wearing her mom jeans and a knee length shimmering dress and a vintage scarf on her head and LV bracelet and a Fendi sandals.

"Common am just asking don't call me a bitch when you will be the one getting hit" a fully dress Yaz in a straight just few inches below the knee length white gown. She added a kimono and wore a Balanciaga black booths and Gucci spectacles on her head. She let her hair flow freely and tired a scarf around her neck.

The whole girls laughed knowing how much Yaz is.

"Guys the boys are here is time to go" Nessa wearing a plump red knee length skirt with an armless white top. She wore the limited piece of the Lil naz x 666 booths. With a touch of Fendi on her wrist. I didn't even know she went out.