| Life of a fraudster | ✔

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LAST & LONG CHAPTER.

I scroll through my phone, reading the tweets to hasneem while he cooked. "Is that what they really said?" Mansur says with a chuckle.

He placed the pancake on the plate then served the seasoned cabbage by the side. "That's twitter for you." I shake my head.

"What is happening?" Mohammad asks walking in, standing by my side and leans in kissing me. "Mansur is cooking, I never knew he knows how to cook."

"Maybe sometime I would cook too." Mohammad suggests making me gasp.

"You know how to cook?" I ask placing a hand on my chest. "Yeah, frying eggs, making noodles and boiling anything simple."

"It's better than nothing." I shrug as he places his arm on my shoulder and I hold his hand.
"Exactly." He agrees, looking at me in the eyes.

I smile, looking away. "Breakfast is ready." Mansur takes the rag off his shoulder, placing it on the counter.

"Thank you." I smile at him, taking the fork placed on my tray kept in front of me. Mohammed sits beside me, pulling his tray closer to him when I feel his hand on my thigh, caressing it with him thumb.

I glance him after taking a bite of my sandwich. He acts like he's not doing anything. I hang my head, hiding the smile on my face.

He slides his hand up my thigh, making me flinch. I look up at Mansur who seemed glued to his phone then back at Mohammed. He looks at me as I widen my eyes. He smiles looking away before I feel his hand sliding down to my stool. He pulls the stool in sitting on closer to him.

I chuckle at his action and how he seems to not care about mansur who raised his head to look at us. "I'm going to excuse you before you force me to make a rash decision to marry."

I laugh, covering my eyes with my hand. "Sorry." I say to mansur who took his plate. "It's okay, you should enjoy yourselves."

He leaves the kitchen. "What were you doing?" I turn to Mohammed who's eating his food. "Eating?" He replies as I scoff, standing up. "I bet you were." I keep the sandwich in the fudge, closing it.

"You haven't eaten anything." Mohammed points out and I shrug. "I realized I'm eating a lot so I what you cut back." I walk back to my seat, pushing the stool under the kitchen island.

"Why?"

"I'm gaining weight. When climbing up the stairs now, I realize I pant a bit." He takes his plate to the sink before taking a bottle of water. "I don't see the weight you're talking about but, either way, I like it." He gulps down the water, walking to me.

I furrow my brows, nodding slowly. "Yeah, definitely. You don't see the love handles i have when I sit?" He stands in front of me, placing his hands by my sides, trapping me.

"Not at all." He kisses me on tghe neck, sliding his left arm around my waist. "You're too polite but I'm still cutting back." I close my eyes, kiss his kiss travelling back to my lips.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. "Whatever makes you feel better is good for me." He whispers in my ears,his it breath making me shiver. "Let's go to our room instead."

I suggest, pulling away  and holding his hand as I lead him upstairs to our room which is now located at the end, being the biggest room.

I walk in, taking off my clothes as Mohammed locks the door. I leave my undies on, walking to him. He immediately carries me, placing me on his chest. I wrap my legs around him, he kisses me deeply.