| Life of a fraudster | ✔

▪LOAF 13▪

I get out of the car, taking my hand bag and close the door. "Help me take them in." Mohammad says to the gate man. 

I walk to the door as he opened the door wide open. He got in first before I walked in too. Mohammad stood there, looking annoyed. I walk in, seeing his few friends.

"Dumbass! You couldn't get it?" Muwaffaq says to some guys who are sitting down scrolling their phones. I feel like screaming.

"Why are you guys here?" Mohammad walking to the parlor,  dropping the hand luggage on the floor.  "The married couple!" Muwaffaq stands up, standing beside Mohammad.

"My mom invited her friends for a sleepover and they brought some of their daughters. I couldn't stand it so thus."

Muwaffaq says as he smiled at me. I smiled back at him but looked away immediately. "I told you I'll be lounging here, with my wife."

There are four guys in the sitting room presently, one beside moha, one sleeping and two looking at us. The light skinned one stands up.

"We're sorry, we had nowhere else to go. We'll leave tomorrow." He says to Mohammad then turns to me. "We're sorry." He repeats, I smile weakly.

"I cant let my wife stay here. I'll book a hotel for a night, in hopes that we'll be alone tomorrow."

"Agreed." The dark skinned man sitting on the chair agrees. "I'm not taking this next time." Mohammad warns before turning to me. "I'll call the hotel in the meantime, I'll take you to my room."

He smiles at me and I nod. "Sure." He holds my hand, leading me to the stairs. "The luggage?" I whisper to him.

"We're not staying here for long, maybe in ten minutes tops."

He stops at the second room door, close to the hall. He brings out the key out of his pocket, sticking it into the keyhole. He unlocks it, pushing the door open. "Ladies first."

I walk in, looking around.

"It's a huge house, we can share." The other guy says. "Are you serious, Munir? You're married, go to your own house." Mohammad says. 'Come on." Munir says.

"This is your room, I'll get those guys out for now before the hotel gets back to me."

I walk to the bed and found an underwear. I pick it up after taking a tissue. "And this?" I ask looking at him. He takes it from me and throws it in the trash can.

I chuckle a bit before sitting on the bed.  "Can you count how many women you have been with?"

"Can you count the gravels on a road?" He slides his hands in his pockets making me laugh.

He stands, looking at me. "God, I mean. I don't understand women,  well some of them. They always go for guys like you when they are not all that."

"What do you mean?"

"They date guys like you when they obviously know that they'll  break their hearts and it's not worth it."

He raises his eyebrows. "They should go for guys who would cherish them, love them and actually care about them. Not always keeping an eye on the good looking guys. Is he cheating? Find a loyal one."

I say. "But girls nowadays only care about how handsome or hot etcetera he is. Its not like its going to change." I add but he chuckles.

"How would you know?" He leans his back on the wall. "I married men like you 7 times or maybe more. I don't keep count." I stand up.

"You just haven't found the perfect man but you're lucky enough to be meeting a guy like me. The it man." I scoff, rolling my eyes.

"Trust me when I tell you that you're not my 'it' man." He looks at me in an amused expression. "I don't take dares lightly, I always complete them with a bit of a tip." He walks closer to me.

"Dare or a deal, you wouldn't fulfill it." He stands in front of me. "Bet?"

"Bet". I repeat his face inches away from mine.

I know, I know. I shouldn't be making this kind of dares in my job but what is it going to cost? We will just be having fun, it won't hurt anyone.

He looks at me in the eyes before nodding. "Excuse me,  I need to make a phone call." He pulls away, leaving the room. I walk to the window as I adore the view. I wonder what my siblings are doing.
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I walk down stairs, pressing the power button before sliding my phone into my pocket. I was talking to Hadiza, she told me that Abdallah took them out to the park so they could have fun. She sent me the pictures but I had to delete them after.

People can hack into my phone or anything,  I don't want to take any chances. I was about to take another step when I heard a voice.

"You're back?" Abdulaziz says with a smile, I smile back. Oookay. "Yeah, Mohammad is contacting the hotel." I walk past him.

"Really? I really do hope you get the room." He walks up the stairs.

"But good luck. It might be fun for you here in the mean time." I suck my teeth, getting desperate to leave.

What is Mohammad planning?! I check other places but not every so I wouldn't barge in. "Um, do you know where Mohammad is?" I ask Muwaffaq who's eating in a bowl.

"He's in the kitchen." He raises his head, revealing his slightly intimidating face. "Thank you." I rush to the kitchen, walking in when I heard him on a call.

"How can it be all booked? I need a room, Ismail. My wife can't stay here with them."

He sigh, hanging his head. "Just find a way, please." He hangs up. "What's the problem?"

He snaps to look at me, unaware of my presence.

"The hotel's booked but there might be a way to get a room."

He says placing his hands on the kitchen Island. "What about other hotels?"

"There are three more but they are all booked. One is under construction and other two are fully booked because of an international conference meeting."

He sits on the chair. "Does that mean that there's a chance we're sleeping here?"

"Most probably." He replies, not looking at me. I feeling my heart beating but remaining calm.

I take a deep breath multiple times. "Okay." I almost mutter, walking towards the door slowly.

"I'm sorry."

I look at him, smiling weakly at him before walking out of the kitchen.

I don't like staying with guys this much especially sleeping in a house with that much. We'll see how it will pan out though.

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