Female Boss

Chapter 21

5 years later

Lilly

"Get it girl!" I watched as my 5 year old daughter danced. She had a goofy smile on her face as she did cartwheels and the splits.

As the music ended, me and Aman applauded her. She bowed and ran to my knees.

"Mummy Daddy was I good?"

"You were the best ever" Aman said and started tickling her. She giggled as she tried to run away from him.

"Aman stop killing my baby" I was laughing too. She crawled behind me so Aman couldn't harm her.

I was living a happy life. Yousef was arrested at the date of little Mirya's birth. He had been sent to prison for life.

Aman had proposed to me and we got married the year after. My mum and dad were watching the wedding. All the way up there. I'm just so happy I could share this experience with the one I love most.

"Mirya, I think it's bedtime for you missy!" I grabbed her from behind and kissed her little nose. Just like her dad's.

Tears instantly filled my eyes. I put her down and ran into my bedroom. I shut the door quite hard, making Mirya scared and cry.

I just want to continue with my life with nothing reminded about the rape. But everytime I look at my little girl, I also see the eyes of her father.

A few minutes later, Aman stepped in and hugged me tight. I wrapped my hands around him whilst continuously sobbing.

"Where's Mirya?"

"I calmed her down and took her to bed. She's fast asleep now" He kissed my forehead. He made me feel calm and safe.

"I can't look at Mirya without being reminded about her cruel father. I want to move on with my life but I can't. The memory is so vivid in my brain."

I hugged him tighter as tears rolled down my eyes. We pulled away as he wiped my tears and looked me in the eyes.

"The only way to remove a bad memory is to replace it with an even better one" He said seriously yet so flirtatiously.

"Ok. We'll replace that" Aman pressed his lips onto mine. My arm snake to his neck as his own snaked underneath my shirt.

I stood up and straddled him, sitting at his lower part. My lips dived for his neck. Sucking on his soft skin. He was biting his lip, not wanting the moans to slip but he was failing miserably. I felt his package underneath my own.

He flipped us over so he was on top of me. He went to my collarbone, my neck, the sides of my cheek then finally to my lips. Our kisses got more hungrier and hungrier each time.

I tugged on his shirt and he instantly took it off. I was memorising the beauty of his body. My finger traced on his abs and I bit my lip. I also removed my shirt. His lips went to my cupped breasts and I was unable to control the moans.

It was too good for me to hold it in.

Aman's neck was already marked but I continued. I'm marking my husband. My own territory.

We stopped. Catching our breaths. I didn't want this memory to end. I wanted it to carry on. I found myself tugging at his pants. He gave me that look and I nodded.

I pulled his pants and got on top of him. He removed my jeans and I started making circular motions with my hips. Moans were coming from his mouth. I smiled as I continued my job.

"Make me your one and only"

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