" 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲"
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𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐲𝐞𝐝 :
a billionaire with insomnia.
something's happened to the sunshine guy in the past 2 years that left him with a...
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— ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ Sehmat's Pov :
We entered Rayyan's penthouse in New York and, let me tell you, it was even more beautiful and well-designed than the one in Canada! This one is completely made of glass too.
It's so elegant and neat, with minimal furniture. And it's massive, with lots of chandeliers and lighting fixtures.
"Sehmat, freshen up and take some rest. We're going somewhere in the evening," Rayyan said as he brought our bags inside.
I nodded, and he directed me to his bedroom. As soon as I entered, I caught a whiff of a woody, musky scent.
This room was quite different from the one in Canada. It had a darker ambiance with black and grey decor that sent chills down my spine.
Taking a sharp breath, I stepped into the luxurious bathroom and cleaned myself taking a refreshing shower.
I walked out, tying the belt of my white bathrobe. My hair was tangled inside a towel as I dried it. As I approached the dresser, I noticed there were even more new products already arranged there.
With a soft smile, I picked up the moisturizer and gently rubbed it between my palms before applying a generous amount on my thighs.
I continued massaging my legs and then I let the towel fall from my hair and began drying it with the hairdryer. Just then, Rayyan Syed, my husband, walked into the room.
I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I stayed frozen in place, not looking his way because of the bathrobe I was wearing.
I focused on drying my hair as he approached me, my breath catching even though he was still a little far.
In a reflex, I flipped my hair to dry it, as I always do, even while using a hairdryer. Some water droplets accidentally landed on his face.
Biting my lips, I closed my eyes, wanting to escape even though there was nothing to be terrified of.
I took a few steps towards the closet to grab my clothes, but then a warm hand tightly grabbed my wrist, making me turn around.
He pulled me towards him, drawing me closer. My eyes widened, and my heart started racing abnormally.
"Mi esposa, wipe it off," he husked out, gazing at me with such intensity that I felt a shiver run down my spine.
[ my wife]
"What?" I whisper-yelled.
"Wipe the droplets of water that you splashed," he ordered, still holding me closer. His intimidating aura made my heart feel like it was about to burst.
