Chapter 77
Chapter 77:
It was my day off, and in between our late-night texts, Ghazi had somehow convinced me to pack an overnight bag. I mean, things were definitely speeding up faster than I expected.
I was speeding through red flags, miles per hour, storming through every warning sign. I didn’t even know the guy. He might be some Iranian businessman, but he could also be so old-school that he’d lock me in his dungeon and no one would ever look for me in his mansion, thanks to his diplomatic immunity or some nonsense. Okay, maybe I’ve been watching too many thrillers on Netflix.
But the idea of him putting me in his dungeon stirred up all sorts of strange feelings in my lower region. My face must’ve shown it, because at that exact moment, my hot Iranian businessman raised an eyebrow and asked the inevitable question.
“Something amusing on your mind?” His sexy smirk would’ve made me drop my boxer briefs if I wasn’t sitting down.
“This is moving fast—way too fast—but it’s also so damn hot. I don’t even know you, and I keep thinking you’re going to lock me up in your dungeon,” I confessed.
“I can make that happen if you want,” he replied.
There it was again—the smirk that made my underwear feel like they were about to fall off. Gah… maybe I should just let go and jump him right here, right now.
“I should be scared of that, but somehow you make it so alluring that I’m starting to think there’s something wrong with me,” I said, my voice betraying the need I was trying to hide.
Ghazi let out a low, rumbling laugh, the kind that made my hands itch to reach for him. Luckily, he made the first move. He cupped my jaw, holding me still as he pressed his lips to mine. His other hand settled perfectly on the small of my back.
The deep moan he let out was too much to ignore, and it made me part my lips, allowing his tongue to explore deeper. His kiss tasted like fine whiskey, and his body smelled like the most expensive cologne I’d ever wanted. When the kiss ended, I somehow found myself sitting on his lap, and I realized that the car had stopped. It was embarrassing how I hadn’t noticed where we were or that we had already arrived in front of his apartment.
“We’re here,” he said, kissing the side of my cheek. He patted the seat next to him, and I blushed as I returned to my seat. His driver knocked on the side of the door before Ghazi opened it, stepping out and gesturing for me to follow. I felt a bit swooned when he put his hand on my backside and guided me into the lobby of his apartment.
Amidst my jumbled thoughts, I completely forgot about my overnight bag. Of course, Ghazi didn’t. Apparently, it was his driver’s job to bring it up, minutes after I was settled into his luxurious-looking apartment.
I thought the Daniels were rich, but then I met Leland, who was way more settled in the financial department. Now, Ghazi was showing me this apartment. I wasn’t sure if this was what people call a penthouse, but I did spot a grand staircase on the other side of the living room. From the look of the place, it was massive—definitely bigger than Jed’s gay bar, Zephyr.
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“What are you thinking?” he asked, looking amused as I continued to take in my surroundings without moving an inch.
“Um…
That you’re filthy rich? This is the nicest place I’ve ever been, and right now, I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman p>
He laughed and pulled me in for a kiss. “I like that you’re honest. And yeah, you can say that I’m rich…
Too rich, actually. I need to stop working and just start enjoying life.” ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ.net
“So why don’t you?” I asked.
“It’s a family thing. It’s a bit more complicated than I’d like to explain. But enough about that. I’m inviting you here for lunch and to spend some more time getting to know each other p>