Garret's Bethrothed (Completed)
"What are you going to say?" I inquired. "They are all calling me a slut."
"What do you want me to say?" He asked and bit his lower lip, something I'd come to find sexy. "That you are my slut? Because I can go ahead and say that."
I gulped and diverted my gaze, the temperature in the vehicle increasing all of a sudden. His palm on my lap moved, his forefinger poking out as he began tracing circles on the spot.
The light material of the dress did nothing to prevent the heat of his finger from meeting my thigh as the innocent sensation brought about sinful intentions.
His hand didn't stop it's tracing, each second ticking by as it should as the car soared down the road, however you could see what was in our minds from how tight his grip was on the steering, and in the crimson color staining my cheeks.
"Fuck it!" He hissed in irritation and stepped hard on the accelerator, the force sending the car flying forward at a risky pace.
I pretended not to notice this, nonetheless his forefinger began tapping a tempo on my thigh, it didn't take up to a minute later for his palm to squeeze my flesh, the pressure doing things to my bones.
We stopped at a red light when he turned to give me a meaningful stare, "your place or mine?"
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Being an air hostess wasn't Latifa's dream job but it was a light in dark times.
After 3 years of holding the star hostess title, things take a messy turn when she gets involved with Garret Jay Evans, the young and handsome minister of foreign affairs.
She finds herself being bitten in the ass by her crazy life choices when she discovers Garret is her supposed betrothed.
'A Short Steamy Romance' for you.
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