One Night in Cairo

One Night in Cairo

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Aniyah and her friends were enjoying a marvelous trip in Cairo together. They'd had a wonder week in Egypt and were coming to the end of there trip. On one of the last nights of their time they decided to go to a belly dancing performance they got invited to by a few locals. There they had a wonderful time dancing and laughing in the light in front of everyone. But, in the dark secluded section in the back, Aniyah was beheld by the gaze of a withdrawn individual skillfully hiding in the back. Wondering one thing about the woman before his eyes... Who is she?
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Aaliyah has been living with her mom since she got back home from college; things have been far from easy. She and her mom don't get along. Her mom hates her and tells her frequently that she wishes she hadn't been born. But when Aaliyah meets Alexander, things change instantly. But will she be able to get past the trauma to be with Alexander? Or will things crash and burn? Will Aaliyah end up with Mr. Billionaire? You will find out soon. "You know what? Go screw yourself, you inconsiderate jackass. I don't need you anyway; you're just a bum that only cares about himself. You don't even know how to satisfy a woman anyway; it was like doing charity work," I say, pushing him. He walks closer to me, leaving no gap between us. He stares at me, his face oozing anger, but I really don't care. "Says the one who can barely fit through the door. If I'm bad in bed, it's your fault. Finding the hole is almost impossible considering I have to go through a whole bunch of fat just to find it, and you are saying I'm the problem. It's not my fault that you are fat. The saying isn't correct because fat girls don't do it better," he shouts, which makes me laugh internally, knowing that I successfully pissed him off. Word Count: In progress Author's note: My priority is your mental health. This book does have a couple of trigger warnings. Trigger Warning ⚠️⛔️ Sexual Assault Harassment Violence Foul Language Abuse Mention and more

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