If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
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I close the changing room door behind me, I greet my teeth as I try to undo the zipper of my dress. Mahira's sultry voice keeps echoing in my mind.
If this man doesn't even like her, then why does he keep her around as a staff member? He should have fired her a long time ago. But then again, men are always men—no, not all men, but always men. If a woman offers them something, they rarely have the willpower to refuse it
I struggle with the zipper, twisting and turning, trying desperately to pull it down, but it's stuck. No matter how hard I try, it won't budge. After what feels like an eternity of futile attempts, I let out a frustrated sigh and give up. My fingers are aching, and I'm feeling more helpless by the second.
With a deep breath, I open the door again, hoping to find someone who can help me. But as soon as I step out, I see Mahir walking toward me, his eyes locked on mine. My heart skips a beat, and I quickly try to move out of his way, He's the last person I want to meet right now.
I quickly move to other side but I accidentally bump into someone, losing my balance and falling to the ground. I look up, feeling embarrassed and flustered, and see a man in front of me dressed in the red suit.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, ma'am. Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern as he reaches out a hand to help me up.
I nod, trying to gather myself as I take his hand and stand up.
Damn, whose face did I see when I woke up today?
The staff member's voice pulls me from my chaotic thoughts. "Ma'am, are you looking for something?" he asks politely, his tone gentle and concerned. I'm about to respond when a familiar, cold voice cuts through the air.
"Yes, she's looking for me."
I turn slowly to face him, my breath catching in my throat as I meet Mahir's gaze. His piercing blue eyes, as cold as ice, flicker down to where my hand is still resting in the staff member's grasp. It's only then that I realize I've been holding onto the staff's hand for far too long. I quickly pull my hand back.
Mahir's gaze shifts back to me, his eyes darkening as they lock onto mine. There's something terrifying about those eyes—something that feels like a storm brewing beneath the surface, ready to unleash at any moment. He steps closer and takes my hand firmly, as if claiming possession, and before I can fully process what's happening, he starts to guide me toward the changing room.
