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What had she done? Well...that she had done something bold and a little mean. In truth, he was right... She always had a trap. Kaya looked at the time with an enigmatic gaze before smiling, satisfied with herself. However... She would have liked to be there to see what was going to happen shortly... Honestly, it would be so satisfying and she would have laughed her heart out... Elzhar was trying to keep his attention on the tabloids. However, he was sweating profusely and he was hot. Yes, he was very hot and this even though he had turned the air conditioner on its highest volume... He twisted his fingers and took big breaths of air as if his life depended on it. He tried an umpteenth drop of sweat before sitting up in his chair, which drew the eyes of the others to him for the umpteenth time... What did he have? Well... He couldn't describe it, but he had an intense heat and a scratchiness in his family jewels. In the bottom of his pants. It was the first time this had happened to
The young woman returns to the room without even taking her bath. In fact, she had forgotten to tell him something and she did not intend to end this discussion without telling him... - I really don't understand why I don't have a say. It's also my room as far as I know! - Yes, it's true. But I am the Sultan and this is my house and I decide what should be done or not! - GOOD. You decide to watch me naked when I get out of my shower! - I won't place cameras in the bathroom, nor in your dressing room, so... You have nothing to fear. The young woman was still not satisfied and she really didn't want to let him win. She was going to have to come up with a really piquant line. The Sultan was still watching the workers set up the cameras. She had nothing more to say. She looked up at them and a few seconds later he finished with the bedroom setup and went to the Sultan's dressing room. When they had left the room, the Sultan turned to the young woman, saying to her: - I'm your husban
Kaya paced the room trying to regain her composure. She had been humiliated! And she hadn't even had the courage to face him. She felt so weak... - How the hell did I let such a thing happen? Couldn't she stop wondering, troubled... And yet, she wondered if it was the Sultan's words that troubled her or if it was his gestures against her... She had the firm impression that his gestures had contradicted her words, however, he had spoken with a such assurance that the young woman could hardly doubt his words. A real dilemma! She was certainly angry but she was ashamed and she was a little sad. He harshly made it clear to her that she was not his type of woman and that he was never going to touch her. Which should have relieved her... It was what she wanted. But... She could hardly hide that she was a little disappointed. The worst part of all of this is that she was wet while he was claiming that he didn't want her and that she had no effect on him... It was really the height for her
The young woman's heart was beating a thousand miles an hour. She felt troubled and... downright upset. He was probably doing this to drive her crazy and show his supremacy over her... It was really...unacceptable. Before, he tells you that you are not his type of woman and that he does not want anything from you, but afterwards he takes you in his arms as if he cared about you. It was sure that he wanted to destabilize her and make her vulnerable. And it wasn't long before he got there because he was already destabilizing her... A small snore was heard and the young woman looked up at him and realized that he was sleeping... Already ? The young woman remained a moment to look at him while smiling... He was handsome... Very handsome even. If only she could get rid of her pressure and grab her phone, she would have taken a dozen pictures with him. Yes, she still hated him but she was going to get back to her old life soon and she would like to have proof that she had been a Sulta
His gaze on her was hard and the young woman ended up flinching and lowering her eyes. What the hell was he doing? He walked around her and went back into the room without failing to hit her a little without however doing it on purpose... Kaya was surprised and she hardly understood what was happening so she contented herself then without another look at him, to leave the room. bedroom, closing the door behind him even though she had forgotten what she was going to do outside. She stood in the hallway for a moment, her mind troubled. She had tried to remember why she wanted to get out of her room but her memory seemed to fail her so she kinda gave up. She mustered up her courage and went back to the bedroom, he was on his computer and his mood didn't seem to have changed. She swallowed but walked to her sideboard and began to comb her hair. After a moment, she saw through the mirror, Elzhar getting up from his chair and picking up something before turning around and walking towards
Humiliated and powerless, the young woman prayed that it was a dream, but the man's impassive gaze on her was like a bomb, and if it was a dream, she should have been awake by now... She swallowed, ashamed as she gave him a pitiful look, pleading with her eyes. She should have apologised. Why hadn't she? Her ego. The Sultan bit his teeth and gave her an even harder look, and she knew that he was not at all reconsidering her request - on the contrary, he was getting impatient... With trembling hands, she began to remove her dress, keeping her head down and praying that he would ask her to stop. She felt even more humiliated, and despite the tears that threatened to fall, Kaya tried to look as proud as possible. When the dress was thrown on the floor, the young woman swallowed with the sole desire to hide... She was already almost naked. Once her underwear was removed, she would be completely exposed to his gaze... It was a perverse thing to ask of her. - Go on... And for God's sa
- Go and tell the newspapers, your Sultan is a pervert! A big, heartless pervert! Fulminated the young woman as she was woken up the next morning. Her two servants looked at her confused before looking at each other... - Good morning Ma Sultane! They said in unison. - Yes, good morning! She replied, sulking and rising from her bed. - Would you like us to help you... - No, prepare my bath, bring me my breakfast and then get the hell out of here. She replied, holding back all the rage she had built up inside her. She angrily went to the mirror and looked at herself. She was still naked. Just as he had left her. She hadn't had the strength to get dressed. She had remained on her knees for a long time, feeling far too ashamed to get up. When her knees began to ache, and she was afraid that he would come back and find her in the same position, she finally got up and made her way to the bed before letting herself go between the silky sheets... She shed a few tears and eventually fell
Well... She'd been thinking out loud, she realised, a little embarrassed. She crossed her arms over her chest, not wanting to show him that he was troubling her. Already with what he'd done to her and now... The man in front of her stared at her and she took a long time to remember that she was still in her underwear. She reacted immediately, but with restraint, by turning around and grabbing her dressing gown, which she had taken off while dancing. Was he already there when she took it off? Kaya finally swallowed, realising that this might well be a possibility. She would have liked to stand up to him for a while longer, to hold his gaze and throw him off balance, but she could hardly do that because of the sudden embarrassment he felt. He'd seen her naked before, it's true... But he'd never seen her dance in her underwear and God knows what kind of moves she was making. What a shame! She almost ran to her dressing room and put on a long nightgown. She stood there for a moment to