The Sultan didn't answer anything and just went to his office and put down his things and settled there as if to continue working. The young woman said nothing but grabbed her computer and her phone, planning to watch a movie because she had to stay awake to keep an eye on him... While watching her movie, she glanced at him from time to time. Not wanting to miss any of his moves. As for Elzhar, he was exhausted. Completely exhausted... And pretending to work was the worst idea of his life. He was seriously sleepy and reading a document he didn't really read. His pupils were already sensitive and it was only a matter of time before his eyelids became heavy. He wanted to take a bath but he preferred to wait a little longer because the film had just started... And why was she watching a movie at this hour? It was sure... that he was going to end up yielding first because she surely had time to sleep during the day and she was certainly not tired. However, Elzhar was determined to stay

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

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

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

- 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