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BENAZIRA

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Reads 75,490
Votes 3,809
Parts 59
Time 5h 57m

Mature

Amir turned to look at Benazira, and finding no other choice Benazira also looked at him through her eyelashes.

His gaze was so intense, she had started to tremble.

Her lips trembled and she started to feel cold, even tough it wasn't cold.

It was the affect he had on her.

Amir on the other hand had plans in his mind.

They weren't supposed to have a stop unless it was his house, but when he found her looking at him secretly he couldn't help it.

He took his suit off, and pulled his tie aggressively.

She stared at him in a state of puzzlement, trying to figure out what was he trying to do.

He pushed back his chair horizontally, so that it was flat.

She blinked a couple of times, as she finally figured it out.

The thing that had haunted her dreams.

Her heartbeat accelerated, as she attempted to open her side of the door.

It was all in vain, because it was locked.

Shyness took the best of her as her eyes became teary.

"You want to keep me your secret-"

He muttered as he grabbed her hips and moved her on top of him.

She yelped, not expecting him to be that strong.

"Then let me be your little secret, Nazire." He slowly finished, as he connected his lips to her.All Rights Reserved

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