Chapter 11

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My eyes fluttered open and it took me a moment to adjust to the light. Something felt strange as I looked around.

The first thing I realized was that I was in a car and the newly risen sun was hitting me straight on the face.

The second thing was that my head was rested on a hard surface...

I slowly turned on my back and gasped while my eyes widened. My cheeks started heating up and I stared at Walid in shock.

I looked around only to realize my upper body was resting on his lap while the back of my head had been against his waist.

"Finally. This has been the longest and most torturous six hours of my life." He confirmed, making my eyes grow wider.

I tried to say something but my mouth would just close on it's own, no words coming out.

"Can you move, I need to take a shower." He mocked.

Coming back to my sense, I quickly sat up and scooted down from his lap. I opened the car door with much difficulty and got down from the car.

"What were you doing in the back with me? I remember falling asleep alone?" I asked as soon as he stepped down.

"I was trying out an experiment on how long a man can hold himself before his mind takes him to a dirty path. I think I set the world record." He explained.

"Very funny! Tell me what happened?" I demanded, putting my hand on my hips as I waited for him to talk.

"I only came to the back to wake you up. You were the one who put your head on my lap and cuddled me as if your life depended on it." He shrugged while my cheeks started heat up even more.

I fiddled with my shaky fingers, trying to stop the nervousness but failing miserably.

"I was asleep, I didn't know what I was doing. Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked with a glare plastered on my face.

"I already told you. You gave me the perfect opportunity to try out a experiment." He shrugged. "Even though I was so close to not being able to hold m-"

"Enough!" I let out and rushed inside the house. Away from him, away from my embarrassment.

With my whole face probably tinted red, I went upstairs and into the comfort of the room.

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A sudden knock was heard on the door. I had just came out from the shower and was trying to dry my hair with the towel.

Putting the towel away, I made my way towards the door and opened it. "Good morning uncle." I smiled, trying hard not to think of how I had gotten in his car like a thief yesterday.

"Good morning dear, I've come with breakfast for you. Walid said you've hurt your foot and you should rest." He explained, motioning to the tray in his hands.

"My foot is fine now uncle. Please don't bother yourself. I will come downstairs if I need anything." I pleaded, not liking how he had to come to my doorsteps just to give me breakfast.

"Don't worry about it." He smiled and handed me the tray. I forced a smile and closed the door when he left. I put the tray on my bed and went back to the dresser.

As I put my hair into a messy bun, my thoughts started to wander to that night in Walid's study. I could clearly remember that I had put my hair into a ponytail. He had somehow managed to take out the band without me noticing.

That had made me realize how much he could do without me knowing or understating. He had been so close to me that night, it had made all my senses vanish. Just like the day at the river when he tormented me under that tree.

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