"Yes. I'm hoping you'll say yes and put me out of my misery."
"And if I say no?"
"Then I'll have to convince you how nice I can be." He kissed her on the lips.
"Where else would I go?" she asked.
"Nowhere. You can stay with me through choice and have fun, or you can stay with me and still have fun but pretend that you don't."
"How is that a good choice, Mr. Ashwood?"
"Because at least I asked, Miss Moore."
Both of them chuckled. "Okay. I'll stay with you, but you've got a condition."
"Already after my blood," he said teasingly.
"Will you give me a proper tour of the house?"
Jalal moaned.
"Please," she said.
"Okay. Now let me shower before we fall asleep on the spot." He didn't give her time to talk before he walked out.
He laid on the bed near her and turned off the lights before joining her. They didn't go to sleep straight away. For the longest time,
they lay in the dark, staring at each other.
"Is it always like this?" she asked.
"I don't know. I've never been like this with anyone."
"I haven't either. No man has ever made me feel the way you do."
"How do I make you feel?" He cupped her face,
You make me happy. No one has ever made me laugh before. You make me feel normal. This life seems so surreal to me. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up."
"Do you think you could tell me that with the light on?" he asked.
"I don't know."
Jalal leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She opened for him instantly. Never had he been with a
Simply holding her gave him so much peace
instantly. It didn't matter how many time he was with her, he never wanted it to end.
Hours passed, When he pulled away, he held her in his arms as her breathing changed and sleep took hold. Staring at her in the dark, he watched her sleep. Her face turned up to him. One hand rested on his chest as the other lay down
by her side. She was so still and beautiful, utterly mesmerising to him.
"I love you, Selena Moore," he whispered, kissing her on the temple. Jalal closed his eyes. For the time being, his instincts were at bay. He wondered how long that would last when his very future lay in his arms.
The following morning, Selena woke up to the scent of coffee. Even in the large house, the rich Italian blend could be smelled.
The only reason she knew it was Italian was from her hunt of the kitchen cupboards the night before.
Stretching out her body, she glanced in the dip of the bed where Jalal had been hours before. She thought she'd heard him moving around earlier but had been too exhausted to get out of bed herself.
She got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. Once she finished with the toilet, she stood naked in front of the mirror and
stared at her reflection. Not much had changed in the last week. She was still Selena Moore with a past she didn't want to think about. Looking at herself, she wondered if it was possible to forget the past and move on. To be able to have a future without fear. Running fingers through her bed hair, she thought about her life. Dominic wouldn't bother to come for her. For one, he had no knowledge of her existence. The second, why would he risk his life for the sake of a whore's daughter? None of her earlier fears made any sense to her. Smiling to herself, she brushed her teeth, combed her hair and got some clothes on. Her mind was made up. Fearing about her past would only ruin her future. She liked jalal, could possibly
be in love with him. She wanted to be with him completely, to have with him something her mother never could have: love. Life was about taking chances. This could be her chance to find something for her life. Selena walked down the stairs to see a woman hanging off of Jalal arm. Selena stopped as she took in the scene. The woman stood with her arms wrapped around his body, every part of her begging him not to let go. From the distance away from the couple, selena saw the emotion on her face. Tumbling back into her old world, she remembered seeing many women with the same expression on their face. Begging the men to stay with them one extra day. To pull them out of the life of misery and
"Please, give me another chance. I want you. I love you. I can be everything you need."
"Get up off the floor, Olivia," jalal said.
Selena froze from the cold sound of his voice. She'd been within for a few weeks, and he'd never spoken to her with such anger in his voice.
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RomanceFor jalal, walking into his office shouldn't have given him any cause for concern. He owned his own business and took pride in the work he did. His suit was pressed. He looked every part of the dominating man that he was. The receptionist smiled at...
