Forbidden Love [BxB]

Chapter 25

My eyes roamed over his face, my breaths growing shorter and shallower. I could feel my cheeks heating up and my heartbeat thudding in my ears. I gulped, my throat dry, as we locked gazes and my hands rested on his broad shoulders.

Lord save me...

Parsa's gaze held mine with an intensity that seemed to reach deep into my soul. His lips were parted slightly, and his hands glided under my thighs, sending shivers cascading down my spine. Mustering all my composure, I managed to mutter under my breath, "You... can... put me down now..."

His hands withdrew, allowing me to slide down, the lower part of my body inadvertently brushing against his manhood, prompting me to glance down in embarrassment. I timidly placed my palms on his chest and pushed him away gently, averting my gaze shyly.

Parsa turned his head away as well, his words laced with awkwardness. "Finish your shower..."

He retreated to his own shower, leaving me standing there for a few moments to regain my normal breathing rhythm. I thought to myself, It's the first time I've seen him bewildered...

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As we stepped out of the elevator, Parsa approached the counter that was situated on the left side of the exit door. Three young men were stationed behind the counter, with one engaging in computer work as he inquired politely, "How may I assist you?"

Parsa leaned his left elbow upon the countertop and stated, "I'd like to register my friend for a yearlong membership."

As I stood beside Parsa, I clutched his right arm in surprise and whispered urgently, "What are you doing? I don't need it!"

The guy behind the counter peered at me curiously and asked, "What's your name?"

I shook my head frantically and forced a nervous smile, attempting to protest, "Sorry, but I-"

Parsa interjected, smoothly replying, "Ryan Afshar."

The staff member inquired calmly, disregarding my attempts to object, "Age?"

Parsa answered casually, "Eighteen."

The guy then asked, tilting his head and scrutinizing me, "Height and weight?"

"168 CM and 51 KG," I muttered, reluctantly giving up my resistance. Parsa had a knack for getting what he desired.

"Normal membership or-" the staff member began to ask.

Parsa immediately cut him off, answering, "VIP." He then retrieved his credit card from his wallet and placed it on the countertop. Despondent, I released his arm and clenched my jaw, defeated. I didn't want him to pay for me, but I didn't have the courage to ask how much it would cost, knowing I couldn't afford it. I hadn't obtained a credit card since relocating to this town.

After the guy completed the process, he placed both the bill and the credit card on the counter and stood up from his chair. "Wait a moment here."

I sneakily glanced at the bill, my eyes tracing the series of zeroes in an attempt to estimate the cost. However, Parsa swiftly snatched it from my sight and tucked it into his pocket. Damn it... That's even more than I expected... Frustration surged through me as I waited anxiously, my thumbnail becoming a victim of my nervous chewing, watching the staff member dig through the closet behind him.

He then laid a large golden paper bag alongside a black, diminutive bracelet with a numerical code. "Here are your items," the guy stated, subsequently extracting a splendid golden card, reminiscent of a credit card, which mirrored the same number imprinted on the bracelet. "This is your membership card, and the bracelet serves to access your locker. Regardless of the floor, you find yourself on, you can unlock the locker corresponding to this number."