Sheikh Abud
Sheikh Abud was anything but sentimental. Cold, calculating, used to getting what he wanted without his heart interfering. Until he saw those chocolate eyes. The way she walked effortlessly drew attention. What irritated him most was precisely this: she seemed completely oblivious to her own effect. Every carefree step, every distracted gesture, only made him more tense... more furious. Exactly furious. The woman had no idea how provocative it was. The way she wore her long hair that went down to her waist. The easy smile. Even the little face she made at the hijab seller seemed like a living temptation. And when he spoke Arabic mixed with English and Portuguese, his tongue curling slightly around the words, Abud felt the instantaneous reaction in his own body, something raw, possessive, undeniable. He was just there for the opening of the mall. Nothing more than a formal commitment, just one event among many others.
About Sheikh Abud
Sheikh Abud was anything but sentimental. Cold, calculating, used to getting what he wanted without his heart interfering. Until he saw those chocolate eyes. The way she walked effortlessly drew attention. What irritated him most was precisely this: she seemed completely oblivious to her own effect. Every carefree step, every distracted gesture,...Read more