I stirred to the sound of heavy breathing, a warm body and soft snores. My eyes fluster opened slowly as if scared to see what was around. I narrowed my eyes to the sight of the bright morning sunlight coming from where I do not know, a groan escaping my throat. I tried to moved my body but felt as if I was been held down my something strong and stuck between a hard and nearly soft place. What's going on? My sight adjusted to the light which allowed me to see what was around me. The familiar sweet scent of a man drifted into my nose causing my lips to move up lightly. Amir? I called in my head completely getting what was going on.
I was lying on the three-seater close to the balcony doors, my hand and head on Amir's broad muscular chest, our legs intertwined together and my body held tightly to his with his strong arm around my waist. Due to how narrow the seat was and Amir's muscular body, I was slightly pressed to the seat unable to move. I wiggled a bit, my fingers stroking his chest softly, his broad chest moving up and down under my slim chest. His breathing had slowed down and the gentle snore had gone. I moved again trying to sit up.

"Stop" Amir's voice swum in my ears. His voice was low and scratchy from sleep.

I raised my head from his chest a bit to get a glimpse of his face. His eyes were still closed and he looked as if he was still asleep. With his hair tousled on his forehead and scattered from sleep, there was sexiness in his look that made me want to lean in and kiss his inviting red lips. Well, it was too early for that. It was Monday morning and I needed to prepare for school. I groaned again, pressing my palm gently to Amir's chest to help my body up.

"Stop it" Amir slurred pushing my back. I fell back, my head dropping on his shoulder close to his burly neck.

"Amir it's morning. We have to prepare for school and work" I said quietly into his neck.

"Just wait a bit" he mumbled his hand moving up and down my side in a gentle manner causing shivers to spasm in that area. I closed my eyes.

Only if he knew how much I wanted to lie like that with him but we had different places to be. I would have wondered how I ended up asleep with Amir on the chair but I could remember clearly how it happened.

I had woken up during Fajr to find Amir praying. I was still off salat and can't pray so I had lay back in bed and watched him pray. He was on sujood where he stayed for a very long time before rising up and completed his prayer, then recited Qur'an and supplicated. When he had finished, Amir had sat on three-seater scrolling through his phone.

I had grumbled because it was too early to check his phone and sat up on the bed. He was engrossed in whatever he was doing that he had not noticed me. Just in time, he dropped his phone and stretched out on the sofa. I, who had craved for his touch and warmth, jumped out of bed and joined him. He had said nothing when I crossed over him to lie by his side. Instead he welcomed me by wrapping his arm around my waist.

Knowing I was drifting again into slumber, I opened my eyes wide. This can't be happening on a Monday morning. This was just like one of those mornings when you do not want to get up early. Another soft snore left Amir's body, his body vibrating a bit under my body. I needed to get up and get ready for school. I tried getting out of Amir's hold but his grip became tighter.

"Don't be a creep Amir" I scolded slapping his chest as if I had not strength in me. Amir had opened his eyes. His eyes kept drooping and he opens it a bit to look at me.

"Hayati" he growled pushing me down.

"Amir" I laughed into his chest. He jerked as if wanting to get away from me.

Amir's phone began to ring and a throaty grunt vibrated from his throat. He released my waist reaching out for his phone behind me. I tried sitting up attempting to free my body from the nearly tight place I was. Amir rubbed his eyes as he placed his phone on his ear.

"What is it Fawaz?" he growled pushing back his hair from his face. I took that as a chance to get up. When I did, Amir flipped over taking my hand softly into his. "The meeting is by two today. Why are you calling so early?" he complained then took my hand to his lips where he place a tender kiss in my palm.
He looked at me through his eyelashes. The way he looked at me through those thick eyelashes with a look I could not read had my heart beginning to thump and my stomach churning with a feeling I can't explain. My lips curled up into a smile that was almost flirty. Actually, with a tired look and a sleepy face, Amir was charming and adding the husky sleepy voice that kept vibrating through my ears in a soft sensual way, I just can't stop that smile from forming. I pulled my hand from his gentle hold and strolled to the closet.

The closet was like a boutique and divided into two sections. The right side belong to Amir and the left belonged to me. The furniture of the closet was exquisite. I stopped in front of my wardrobe where my dresses were hanged neatly and colourful due to the combination of colours. I hummed browsing through my dresses searching for something to wear. I did not find anything appealing so I moved to the other side that had my skirts, shirts and blouses. My eyes fell on a peach polka dot chiffon high waist skirt with pleats and a white shirt. I pulled both out of the wardrobe and placed them on the chaise longue. I took a deep brown scarf and turned to Amir's side where I picked a black suit and placed it beside my clothes.

Picking a white robe from the drawer, I pushed the tiny straps of my purple nightie to pull it off. As the nightie slide down my body, I wore the robe, tied it and walked into the bathroom through the door leading to it from the closet.

"Amir! Lazy bone! Get up! Do you know what the time is?" I yelled stepping out of the bathroom still fresh from my bath.
Amir was still lying on the chair on his stomach, his face buried into the arm and his hair sprawled on his face. I went to him where he had turned over with a groan and mumbled something I did not hear. I loosened my hair which puffed out.

"Aren't you been a lazy bone on a Monday morning?" I towered over him pecking him on the lips. He smiled against my lips before I pulled away. As I rose up, he pushed me back, my chest crashing hard on his instigating me to yelp. "Amir?" I grunted. He held me close to him, his arms around my waist.

"Good morning beautiful" he greeted looking down at me.

"Morning to you too handsome" I grinned at him rising up. He did the same thing creating a space for me to sit.

"Ya Allah" he groaned running a hand through his hair.

"What's wrong?" I leaned closer resting a hand on his shoulder.

"I am tired"

"Well, that's too bad for a Monday morning" I spouted leaning into him. He laughed pulling me closer.

"How was your night?" he kissed my cheek.

"Beautiful" I said grinning wider as I stroke his hair.

"You smell nice" he breathes into my neck taking my hand from my lap and positioned it on his shoulder.

I wanted to pull back wanting to get rid of whatever feeling was stirring in me because of his face in my neck then he brought me closer with his hand on my waist. He did something I never expected. He bit my neck.

"Amir" I gasped at the sudden action wrapping my arm around his neck.

"What?" he groaned one of his hands moving to my hip where it stayed. He sucked the sensitive spot he had bitten running his tongue over it which made me arched my back. My body responded to him by shaking.

"You are going to work" I mumbled still shaking from sensation.

"I am the CEO" he stopped what he was doing and looked at me.
His eyes were coated with what I would consider lust. He ran his pink tongue over his red lips moistening it which made it redder and more tempting to kiss. Before further thought will sink into my head, I got up moving towards my dressing table.

"You still have to be at work and you will drop me at school" I threw him a look over my shoulder. "Get up and take your bath while I get dressed" I took my body lotion from the dressing table.
Whatever he had muttered under his breath was unheard by me. I sat on the bench where I took my time to rub my skin.

"Angel, where is my purple shirt" Amir marched out of the closet in a bath robe.

"Which purple shirt?" I asked coating my eyelashes with mascara.

"My purple shirt" he hissed irritated.

"I know. You have lots of purple shirts. Which one?" I twirled around on my stool to look at him.

"The one with stripes" he answered.

"Which one with stripe. You have many with stripes"
"Angel" he gritted visibly annoyed by my questions. "The deep purple"

"Oh!" I got up. "It is in your wardrobe" I told him.

"I can't find it"

"Alright, just give me few minutes and what is with the irritated attitude this morning" I gave him a questioning look as I headed into the closet.

Amir's clothes were many and of different collections. I have never seen a man with lots of designer suits in his wardrobe. His collection of tie was so much that I do not think he can ever repeat a tie twice in a year. His shirts of different colours and designs washed and ironed were hanged neatly from the rail. I can't count how many shirts he had. He could have just chosen another shirt instead of disturbing me. I was in the middle of doing my face.
I opened another wardrobe that had his clothes neatly folded in it. In the second row right beside his casual wears, his shirts that had not been hanged were neatly folded, his scent oozing from his clothes. I got to work where I search for the shirt he wanted. Few minutes later, the shirt was not there. Where did I keep it? My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as I thought about where I had dropped it. I bent down to the last row where his Islamic and ceremonial wears were stored.

After lifting up his wedding sherwani hoping to find the shirt soon, a black box caught my eyes. It was tucked deep inside under the heavy clothes covered with another sherwani I have never seen on him. It seemed as though during the process of searching, I had shifted the sherwani covering the box. What is inside? Why is there a box here? With interest, I pulled out the box. It was sort of heavy. I placed the box on the show glass where Amir's wrist watches were kept trying to open it. I succeeded in opening the box and what was inside made my jaw slack. It was a pistol.

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