| Life of a fraudster | ✔

•LOAF 23•

I look at him, confused and surprised. "What are you saying? We can't do this, do you know what marriage is and you know if that is the case, your parents have to know."

I stand up pacing, to and fro. "We are basically married and when it comes to our parents, all we need to do is continue normally."

He walks to me, holding my shoulder. I shake my head, unable to grasp that concept.

"I'm not sure. What if this comes out?"

"It believe it wont but think about it." He assures me and I sigh. He kisses my forehead
then releases my shoulder. "Now, I need to go to a friend's house tomorrow to check up on him."

"I would like to go with you." 

"Of course." He replies as I walk to the bathroom, applying my cream while I brainstorm.

Should I accept? If I don't, when will I get an opportunity like this again? A man that understands and accepts me the way I am with no conditions. I'm no fool.

I walk to the bedroom, seeing Mohammed by the chest of drawers, his back facing me. I silently walk to hind, hugging him from behind.

"Hey." I lean my head on his back as he turns to look at me, slightly leaning on the chest of drawers while holding my hands. "Hey."

I smile, taking a deep breath. "I accept your proposal." He smiles widely, hugging me. I laugh at how happy he is, it made me happy.

He pulls away. "I need to find a way to get your siblings here. They can't continue being a secret besides I want to meet them."

I chuckle, narrowing my eyes. "You're right, I can't wait for you to meet them." I squeal before Mohammed hands a small black box to me. I take it, neurotically opening it when I see a ring with a purple stone on it.

I gasp, putting it on. "I love it! Thank you." I squeal, jumping on him as he carries me and I kiss him.

Ismail's point of view

I take a deep breath before glancing at my bed. "You're awake already?" The waitress says sitting up, holding the duvet to her chest.

I look at the door. "Come back to bed." She says as I stand up, wearing my clothes.

"You need to go." I start wearing my clothes. "Seriously? That's it?" She asks getting angry.

"We finish having sex and you throw me away like a rag?!"

I button up my shirt and wear my shoes, getting out of the room. I take my phone out of my pocket, dialing Faisal's number.

"Hello." I walk down the stairs. "Faisal, let's talk in the restaurant we met the other time. Hurry, I don't have time."

I hang up, hitting the phone on my palm. I'm taken aback by my actions. All I could see while I was having sex with the waitress was anisah. Is it because of the way I forced myself on her the last time? Has she piqued my interest that much?

My goal was solely about taking anisah away from Mohammed, knowing it will hurt Mohammad but now k want to have her for myself, whether she likes it or not.

I smile just thinking about having her in my arms, being inside her. I should stop thinking about that, I'm engorging myself.
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I sit, scrolling through my phone. I impatiently wait for that stupid Faisal. Incompetent boy.

I see him walk into the room, rushing towards me. He sits down, adjust his clothes.

"What is it?" Faisal asks looking at me. "Faisal, does it seem like I joke around?" He furrows his eyebrows.