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I knew that we would find our way back to each other, when the time was right. The End

In the car, he suddenly recalled that Moosa was coming to meet him today at his office so he had to turn the car towards his office, taking Zahra with him. At the office, he had called a surprised meeting of the head of all departments and Zahra had noticed the change in his posture when he addressed her and when he addressed others. He looked so dominant and menacing while presiding over the meeting and she could feel the atmosphere getting thick whenever any mistake was pointed out by him. They all were acting like scared rabbits by his single glare. Just one single glare and there heart had almost forgotten how to beat for a moment They all were so intimidated by him that they could only

Max informs everyone as he walks out of the church with me in tow. Just outside the steps he turns, grabs me under the legs and struts across the field. My heart beats a mile a minute at his alpha demeanor. Making it to our door he opens it with one hand and kicks it shut with his foot. He cups my throat and presses me against the back of the door. His eyes staring into mine with a silent message, one I can't translate. They look possessive, and daring. Hard, yet inviting. He kisses me, and my back arches into him just as his palm takes my breast greedily. My nipple aches wanting the thin bit of fabric to disappear.

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

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