Only for You

1: Morning After, Choices Ahead

this was Tangled Desires, but i changed the name. i hope y'all enjoy. 🩷

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The faint sounds of the bustling New York City streets filled the air as Fatima Wilson stirred in her bed, her senses slowly awakening. The distant honks of taxis and the murmur of voices filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxurious penthouse she found herself in. The early afternoon sun streamed in, casting a warm glow across the sleek, modern furniture and illuminating the room in a way that was both calming and disorienting.

Fatima blinked, adjusting her eyes to the bright light as the events of the previous night slowly came back to her. She had been at an exclusive party, surrounded by the city's elite, but it was the man standing by the window now, with his back turned to her, who had made the night unforgettable.

He was pulling on a crisp white shirt, his broad back rippling with muscle as he moved. His presence was commanding even in the quiet morning light, and Fatima felt a strange mixture of excitement and uncertainty as she watched him. They had met just hours ago, but the chemistry between them had been undeniable, leading to a night of passion that had only ended as the sun began to rise.

She stifled a yawn, covering her mouth with her hand as she sat up in the bed, the luxurious sheets slipping off her body. The movement caught the man's attention, and he turned to look at her, a slow, easy smile spreading across his face.

"Good afternoon," he said, his voice deep and smooth, tinged with amusement.

"Good afternoon?" Fatima echoed, her brow furrowing as she realized she had overslept. The last thing she remembered was the sun barely peeking over the horizon, and now it seemed she had slept through most of the morning.

He chuckled softly, nodding towards the large clock on the wall. "Yeah, it's almost 1 PM. You were out cold. I didn't want to wake you."

Fatima glanced at the clock and sighed. "I can't believe I slept so late."

"It's no problem," he said, his tone casual as he continued to button his shirt. "There's food downstairs in the microwave. I set out a toothbrush, washcloth, and towel for you in the bathroom, too."

Fatima nodded, appreciating the gesture but still feeling a bit disoriented. He moved around the room with an air of confidence, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. She noticed how the grey sweatpants he was wearing clung to his body, showing off his athletic build. Her gaze lingered for a moment longer than she intended, and she felt her cheeks warm.

"I'll be downstairs waiting," he added, flashing her a charming smile before heading out of the room.

Fatima watched him go, taking a deep breath as she tried to gather her thoughts. This was not how she usually spent her nights—or mornings, for that matter. She prided herself on being in control, always one step ahead in both her personal and professional life. But there was something about this man that had made her throw caution to the wind.

After a moment, she slipped out of bed and padded into the adjoining bathroom. The space was as luxurious as the rest of the penthouse, with marble countertops, a large soaking tub, and a rainfall shower. She quickly used the toilet, brushed her teeth with the toothbrush he had set out for her, and stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded over her, waking her up fully as she tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions she was feeling.

Who was this man? And more importantly, what did he want from her? The night before had been incredible, but Fatima was well aware that passion often clouded judgment. She couldn't afford to let herself get too caught up in the moment.