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In between kisses I whisper Dinner first?
Ray had been silent for most of the drive since they left the backstage, but his hand never left Samira's hand, he was gripping it as if he could transfer his strength to her. The lights of Paris flickered past the window, but Samira barely noticed. Her thoughts were a tangled mess of emotions—fear, doubt, and that ever-present ache of uncertainty about her place in Ray's life. The city of love held little comfort tonight, and even Ray’s touch, felt heavy with everything unsaid between them.They arrived at his suite in one of Paris’s grandest hotels, a place that exuded elegance and understated luxury. The doorman greeted them with a polite nod as they stepped inside, the warm glow of chandeliers bathing the lobby in a soft golden light. Ray guided her to the private elevator, and as the doors slid closed, the silence between them grew thicker.When they finally reached the penthouse, Samira could hardly bring herself to appreciate the breathtaking view of the Eiffel Tower that gree
Last Updated : 2024-09-21In between kisses I whisper I missed us
Ray’s smile vanished completely when he saw the image on Samira's phone. His jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened with concern. He stepped closer, dropping down the towel from around his neck and sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. "Samira," he began, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. "I was going to tell you about the ring. I left it in Canada during my last business trip after our wedding, but I had planned to get it back. I had no idea who has it now, or how it ended up in someone else’s hands." He searched her face, trying to gauge her reaction, but she remained stone-faced. Samira's fingers clenched around the phone as she studied his expression. There was something genuine about the way he said it. His voice didn’t waver, and his body language remained calm, during other times Ray would have asked her if she was jealous, but at the moment she could clearly see he wasn't feigning, but her trust was fragile—frayed at the edges by d
Last Updated : 2024-09-23In between kisses I whisper Who he belonged to first
Ray woke up just as the first light of dawn crept into the suite, casting soft shadows across the luxurious space. Samira lay beside him, her breathing steady, her face softened by sleep. The events of the night before still swirled in his mind, the mix of emotions lingering in the air between them. He had done his best to reassure her, to convince her of his commitment, but he knew there were still cracks in their fragile bond. Quietly, he slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her. He needed space to clear his head, to work through the tension that had been building inside him for days. After dressing in workout gear, he left a note on the bedside table for Samira, letting her know he was headed to the hotel gym and would be back in a couple of hours. The hotel gym was empty when Ray arrived, the soft hum of machines filling the room as he set himself up on the treadmill. The rhythmic pounding of his feet against the belt helped him focus, helped him push everything else to
Last Updated : 2024-09-25In between kisses I whisper Talk to me
The soft click of the door echoed in the silence of the suite. Samira lay on her side of the bed, the covers pulled up to her chin, her body rigid beneath the sheets. She heard Ray’s footsteps as he entered the room, the sound muffled as he tried to be quiet. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath shallow as she squeezed her eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. The bed dipped slightly as Ray sat down on the edge, his presence heavy beside her. For a moment, there was only silence, the room filled with the sound of his breathing. Samira felt the weight of his gaze on her back, his hesitation palpable. She knew he was watching her, likely wondering if she was truly asleep or just pretending. The events of the evening was still fresh in her mind—the sight of Delly’s leg draped across Ray’s lap, his lack of resistance, the mocking smile on Delly’s face. It all gnawed at her, an ache in her chest that wouldn’t go away. Ray shifted slightly, his hand hovering over her as though cont
Last Updated : 2024-09-25In between kisses I whisper We had a wonderful night
Ray left early that morning, the tension from the previous night and that morning was still clinging to him like a dark cloud. He barely said goodbye to Samira, his words clipped and formal as he gathered his things for his trip to Canada. It wasn’t a long trip—just a few days for business meetings at his company’s headquarters—but the distance between them felt far more than just the miles separating their cities. The door clicked shut behind him, Samira relaxed on the couch for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the hollow emptiness that had taken residence in her chest. Ray’s parting words echoed in her mind: “I’ll be back soon. We’ll talk when I return.” But she didn’t want to wait. She couldn’t. The betrayal she felt when she saw Delly’s legs sprawled across Ray’s lap haunted her, an image she couldn’t erase. And worse, the fact that Ray hadn’t pushed her away—the fact that he let it happen—burned like acid. She needed to leave. Samira sat up, her decision clear as
Last Updated : 2024-09-26In between kisses I whisper Samira gets fired
The day had gone from bad to worse. Samira stood frozen outside Charlie’s office, her mind still reeling from what had just happened. Fired. She’d been fired from her position on the perfume production team. The words felt heavy in her chest, sinking deep into her bones. She tried to swallow down the bitterness, but it stayed there, clinging to her throat. Her career had always been something she held onto with pride. It was the one constant, the one place where she had control, creativity, and respect. But now? Now it was all gone, like smoke dissipating in the wind. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, though. After days of tension with Ray, the lack of communication, and then the trip to the airport that never happened, her focus had slipped. She had been absent from work without notice and made the reckless decision to enter an external competition with a fragrance she’d developed. A side project. It had seemed harmless at
Last Updated : 2024-09-30In between kisses I whisper back to her
As Samira pushed through the heavy glass doors of Joey's company, the cool breeze from outside kissed her flushed skin, offering a momentary reprieve from the heat bubbling inside her. Fired. She couldn't get that word out of her head. It echoed over and over, like a cruel joke that she couldn't escape. She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to steady her racing heart. But just as she was about to make her way to where she'd parked the new mountain bike she'd chosen to drive today, since the day she bought it with Ray's credit cards, her eyes landed on a familiar figure standing by the entrance—a tall, elegant woman with dark hair tied neatly into a bun. Her posture was regal, her gaze sharp, and her lips set in a soft, knowing smile. Elena. Ray's mother. Samira's chest tightened. Of all the people she wanted to avoid today, Elena ranked high on the list. But there was no turning back now. She forced a smile onto her face as she approach
Last Updated : 2024-10-02In between kisses I whisper I believe you
Ray had always envisioned a grand proposal, one that would sweep Samira off her feet, leaving her breathless and undeniably sure that he was her forever. But as the plane descended back into the city, he realized that what mattered most wasn’t the grandeur, but the sincerity. Samira wasn’t the kind of woman who needed extravagant displays of love; she needed honesty, commitment, and a promise that he would be by her side, no matter how rocky the road got. When Ray finally made it back to their shared home, he found Samira sitting in the living room, lost in her thoughts. Her gaze was fixed out the window, and he couldn’t help but feel the sadness around her considering she'd just lost a competition and her job. But tonight, he was determined to change that. “Hey,” he said softly as he entered the room. Samira turned her head slightly but didn’t fully meet his eyes. “You’re back,” she said quietly, her tone neutral, revealing nothing of what she was feeling. Ray sat beside her on
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In between kisses I whisper Poisoned!
The weeks that followed were a blur of work, quiet evenings at Mrs. Mary’s, and the gnawing ache of a love lost. Samira threw herself into her job at Scent of Serenity, finding solace in the world of fragrances. She learned to identify the subtle notes of each perfume, the way they blended and interacted, creating unique and evocative scents. It was a world of beauty and artistry, a welcome distraction from the turmoil in her personal life.Despite her efforts to move on, the news of Ray’s impending engagement to Delly continued to sting. She tried to avoid Delly, but their paths occasionally crossed in the neighborhood. Each encounter was a reminder of what she had lost, a sharp pang of regret mixed with a strange sense of relief that she had escaped a life with a man who could so easily move on.Then, something unexpected happened. Samira started feeling unwell. Nausea plagued her mornings, and she was constantly tired. She initially dismissed it as stress, but the
In between kisses I whisper Her purpose
The city lights blurred as Samira stared out the bus window, a kaleidoscope of reds and yellows mirroring the chaos within her. The park bench, her sanctuary just hours ago, now felt miles away, a distant memory. She was on her way back to Mrs. Mary’s, a haven of sorts, but the weight of her situation pressed down on her. She couldn't impose on Mrs. Mary forever. She needed her own space, her own life.The bus rumbled to a stop, and Samira stepped out, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the stuffy confines of the vehicle. She walked the familiar streets to Mrs. Mary’s, the houses lining the road like silent witnesses to her turmoil. Inside, the warm glow of the living room welcomed her. Mrs. Mary was in the kitchen, the aroma of simmering stew filling the air."Samira, you're back," Mrs. Mary said, her voice warm and comforting. "Dinner will be ready soon. How was your walk?""It was… long," Samira replied, forcing a smile. She didn't want to burden Mrs. Mary with her wo
In between kisses I whisper A place to call home
The silence in the house was deafening. It pressed down on Ray, a physical weight that stole his breath and amplified the hollowness within him. Each room was a stark reminder of Samira’s absence. The living room, where they used to spend evenings curled up on the sofa, now felt vast and empty. The kitchen, filled with the lingering scent of her favorite spices, was a battlefield of memories, each aroma a tiny dagger twisting in his heart. Even their bedroom, once a sanctuary of shared intimacy, was now a cold, sterile space, the scent of her perfume a phantom lingering in the air, a cruel reminder of what he had lost.Ray wandered through the house like a ghost, his footsteps echoing in the emptiness. He picked up a framed photo of Samira, her smile radiant, her eyes sparkling with joy. He traced the outline of her face with his finger, a wave of longing washing over him. He remembered the way her laughter used to fill the house, the warmth of her touch, the way she would l
In between kisses I whisper Liberation
The tentative truce between Ray and Samira, fragile as a butterfly’s wing, began to fray almost as quickly as it had formed. Ray, emboldened by Samira’s hesitant agreement, threw himself into what he perceived as making amends. He curtailed his mother’s visits, much to Elena’s indignant fury, explaining that Samira needed space and that their constant presence was hindering her healing. He even attempted to gently steer Delly away, suggesting she spend more time with other friends, a suggestion that was met with Delly’s wide-eyed hurt and a subtle shift in her previously warm demeanor towards him.Ray’s efforts, though well-intentioned, felt to Samira like rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic. The fundamental cracks in their relationship, deepened by his betrayal and exacerbated by the subsequent months of emotional neglect, remained. His actions felt performative, surface-level adjustments rather than a genuine understanding of the deep-seated hurt he had inflicted. The constant
In between kisses I whisper It's on you
Ray sat motionless in the hospital chair, his body slumped forward, elbows resting on his knees, his head buried in his hands. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sickly glow over everything in the ICU. Time seemed to stretch and contract in strange, disjointed intervals—he couldn’t tell how long he had been sitting there, waiting. Waiting for news that would either break him or bring a small glimmer of hope. Samira had just undergone an emergency surgery as a last, desperate attempt to save her life. Ray had barely caught the doctor's words as they rushed her into the operating room, the sounds of alarms and the frantic shuffle of nurses ringing in his ears. It had all blurred together, becoming just another wave of horror in a day that already felt unbearable. He had spent the entirety of the surgery in a fog, pacing the narrow waiting area, replaying the events of the last few days in his mind. The scandal, the betrayal, his drunken mistake with Delly it al
In between kisses I whisper Delly's apartment
Ray stepped out of Delly’s apartment, his head pounding from both the hangover and the crushing weight of what had just happened. His entire body ached with regret, guilt swirling in his chest like a storm ready to tear him apart. He couldn’t believe what he had allowed to happen, what he had done. The cold morning air did little to clear the fog in his mind, the realization of his mistake bearing down on him like a physical weight. As he hurried down the steps, pulling his phone from his jacket, Ray felt his heart race. The first person he thought of was Samira. Guilt knifed through him again as her face flashed in his mind—the woman he loved, the woman he had betrayed. He had to get home, had to find a way to fix this mess before it got any worse. But as soon as he unlocked his phone, a barrage of missed calls and notifications lit up the screen. His stomach lurched. Most of them were from Mike and several other business contacts, but one message stood out—the one from Samira's pa
In between kisses I whisper What have I done?
Ray found himself sitting at a corner table in one of the most upscale restaurants in the city, nursing his third glass of scotch. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The evening had started out as a routine business dinner, a gathering with potential investors to discuss a lucrative new deal. But after a few drinks, Ray couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in his gut, the persistent reminder that something was deeply wrong at home. Samira had been distant for weeks now, almost like a stranger living in his house. He couldn’t get her to open up, couldn’t find a way to bridge the gap that had grown between them. No matter what he said or how much he tried to reassure her, it always seemed like there was an invisible wall standing between them. The investors chatted on, laughing, their conversation buzzing around him like static. Ray’s mind, however, was elsewhere. The whiskey burned as he downed the last of his drink, and for a brief moment, he welcomed the warmth it brought. It was ea
In between kisses I whisper Don't call him
The news about her and Ray hit the gossipy Media like a storm. Ray was a well-known figure in the business world, his every move was always scrutinized by the press. And now, after a long period of silence about his personal life, a major media outlet had somehow gotten wind of his marriage to Samira. The story was everywhere—headlines speculating about their relationship, photos of them together at romantic hotels, there were also wild rumors about family drama, and, of course, the inevitable speculation about when they would start a family since they were already married for over a year now. Samira hadn’t been prepared for any of it. She had left the house that evening to find her peace of mind because the house had felt kind of stuffy, she sat on the park bench, seeking some solitude. The cool breeze carried with it a fleeting sense of peace as she closed her eyes, trying to block out the world. For a moment, she felt distant from everything. But peace was a luxury she didn’t ge
In between kisses I whisper Don't shut me out
The days after Elena’s departure felt like an eerie calm. Samira had managed to keep up her polite, dutiful wife routine while Elena was around, even engaging in brief touches and stolen kisses with Ray, all under Elena’s watchful eyes. It was like playing a role on a stage, a performance they both had to give. But now that Elena was gone, the façade crumbled. It started small. Samira found herself flinching when Ray reached for her hand at night, instinctively pulling away. She couldn’t even explain why it happened. His touch—once familiar, warm, and reassuring—now felt foreign, almost repulsive. Each time he tried to kiss her, she felt nothing, no flutter in her stomach, no soft warmth spreading across her chest like it used to. There was just… nothing. She would lie awake at night, Ray's arm draped across her waist, his breaths soft against her neck, and wonder when things had changed so much. There had been a time when his presence made her feel safe, cherished. Now, it was suff
