Super Love

Chapter Seven

I laid down in the bath and couldn't get myself to relax. I couldn't relax knowing that Mohammed might come. I wanted to see him. I wanted to see his strong and defined features. He was just sexy and just my type. Well I hadn't had a type before I met him, so maybe it was fate. "Dude he kidnapped you and won't even let you see your parents," my conscious filtered through. Who was I kidding he did, he denied me to talk or see them.

I always refused to be with a man who had an ego the size of his country. I hated seeing some of my cousins marrying men that would call numerous times or wouldn't allow them to leave the house. Some of their husbands would refuse them even shopping. They were just obsessed to the point were they didn't allow them to breathe. Possessive I should say.

I wanted to be independent, have my own career. Support myself and achieve my own goals. I didn't want to settle down in a marriage and produce offsprings.

I grabbed a towel still thinking about the type of character Mohammed was. I didn't know anything about him really, other then that he was sexy and well that he liked to fuck. He made that clear the night he saw and practically called me a slut. Little did he know that I was a virgin and saving myself to marriage. Well it was forbidden in our religion to sleep with anybody before you got married.

I sat there in bed the thought of my family entering. I didn't want to think about them because it just made me so depressed. Eventually I had fallen asleep.

I instantly woke up to the feel of someone putting weight on to the bed. I didn't move frightened of opening my eyes to see who it was. The person laid down beside me, his feet rubbing mine. What is this person doing?

A little above a whisper "Mohammed is that you?" I asked. "Yes habibti (darling) it's me," he replied. Luckily it was dark because I could feel my face burning up. He just called me darling, the way he said it made my legs weak. That was until he moved closer to me, my body turned to him. His hand sneaking under my pyjama singlet, touching my bare stomach. I was getting hotter by the minute because I had never been touched by a man. I wanted to pull his hand away but I couldn't get myself to do it.

"Turn around" he demanded. I would have saluted him right now because he was just so demanding. That didn't stop me from obeying him. I was now facing him, my eyes accustomed to the dark. I could see a smirk forming on his face. I stayed silent because I didn't know what he was thinking.

"Did you miss me?" He asked. Is he serious? As if I would miss a pompous asshole like him. I let out a little laugh and proceeded "Only in your wildest dreams would I miss such a cruel and heartless man." I could tell he wasn't happy with the way I just replied.

"I have a proposition for you," he looked into my eyes and said.

"Continue," was all that could come out of my mouth.

"I want you to bed me and I'll let you go," he exclaimed.

My heart sank, did I just hear right? He wanted me to have sex with him for my freedom.

"I can't do that," I shouted angrily. He retaliated quickly "and why not, it'll be the best you've ever had. Trust me when I say you'll be begging for me." Is he seriously insane, does he really think that was going to work.

"Ill do anything but not have sex with you," I replied. "That Ayana doesn't show how much u want to be in your families arms," he continued to argue. It was like he was trying to persuade me to sleep with him, for all I knew he was lying. He could claim that now but I'm sure if I did sleep with him he wouldn't let me go. If he didn't when Ahmed threatened him he wouldn't now if I slept with him.

I stayed quiet because I really didn't know what to say to him. I was standing my ground and not going to loose my virginity. It was forbidden in Islam if a women wasn't married  and she committed adultery.