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teasing kiss

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last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

The soft rustle of curtains being drawn back pulled Samira from the depths of sleep. The early morning light filtered into her room, casting a gentle glow across the floor. She struggled to open her eyes, her body protesting the sudden intrusion of dawn. When she finally managed to blink herself awake, her vision focused on the figure standing at the window.

Ray was already dressed, his sharp suit tailored to perfection, every inch of him the embodiment of controlled power. The sight of him, so composed and put together, filled her with an inexplicable annoyance. Why did he have to be so flawless, so utterly unbothered by everything that had transpired between them? As she sat up in bed, the silk sheets pooled around her waist, she felt an involuntary pang of irritation.

Ray moved with a grace that seemed almost feline, his footsteps soundless on the plush carpet as he approached her. His presence filled the room, a force that demanded attention even in the quiet of the morning. When he reached her bedside, he leaned over, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat. For a moment, Samira wondered if he was about to say something, to break the silence that hung heavily between them.

But instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black credit card. Without a word, he placed it on the bedside table beside her, his fingers lingering on the smooth surface for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. The action was deliberate, a calculated gesture that sent a clear message.

Samira’s eyes flicked from the card to his face, trying to read the emotions behind his steely exterior. There was something in his expression, something that made her stomach twist. It wasn’t pity, no—pity would have been easier to stomach. It was more like a resigned acceptance, as if he had already decided the role she was meant to play in his life and this was just another piece of the puzzle falling into place.

“The password is your birthday,” Ray murmured, his voice low and even, as if the information was of little importance to him. But the way his eyes bore into hers told a different story. It was as if he was testing her, waiting to see how she would react to this latest turn of events.

Samira stared at the card, her mind racing. A surge of anger rose within her. Did he truly believe she could be bought off so easily? That this token of his wealth could somehow make up for everything he had put her through? Her hands clenched the sheets as she fought the urge to throw the card back in his face. But instead, she forced herself to remain calm, to keep her emotions in check.

"Is that all you have to say?" she asked, her voice icy. She wanted to wound him with her words, to remind him that she wasn’t the submissive, obedient wife he seemed to think she was.

Ray's lips quirked into a half-smile, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. "What else is there to say, Samira? You’ve made it abundantly clear that you’re not interested in anything beyond what this marriage offers you." His tone was mocking, but there was an undercurrent of something darker, something that sent a shiver down her spine.

She narrowed her eyes at him, her irritation growing. "And you’ve made it abundantly clear that you’re only interested in control. Is this your way of keeping me in line? Handing me a credit card like I’m some kind of kept woman?"

Ray’s smile faded, replaced by a look of cold calculation. "I don’t care what you do with it, Samira. Spend it, ignore it, throw it away—I really couldn’t care less. But I’ll remind you once more—my wife doesn’t work."

The words were like a slap in the face. She wanted to lash out, to tell him exactly where he could shove his credit card, but something held her back. Instead, she took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain composed. Two could play this game.

With a deliberate slowness, she reached out and picked up the card, running her fingers over its smooth surface. Then, without breaking eye contact, she slipped it into the drawer of the bedside table, closing it with a soft click. "Fine," she said, her voice calm and measured. "I’ll keep it. But don’t think for a second that this means you’ve won, Ray."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by her response. "Won? This isn’t a game, Samira."

"Isn’t it?" she countered, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You may have bought yourself a wife, but you haven’t bought my compliance. Don’t forget that."

Ray’s gaze hardened, but he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. Samira could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, and for a moment, the tension between them crackled like electricity. Her heart pounded in her chest, the proximity of his body sending her senses into overdrive.

"You think you have me figured out, don’t you?" Ray whispered, his voice so soft that it was almost a caress. "You think you know exactly what kind of man I am."

Samira met his gaze head-on, refusing to be intimidated. "I think I know enough."

A slow, dangerous smile spread across Ray’s face, and before she could react, he closed the gap between them, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both unexpected and electrifying. It wasn’t the gentle, tentative kiss of someone testing the waters like that of yesterday—it was a kiss that demanded, that took without asking. His hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, and for a moment, Samira was lost in the sensation.

But just as quickly as it had begun, Ray pulled away, leaving her breathless and reeling. He watched her with a predatory glint in his eyes, clearly pleased with the effect he had on her. "Goodbye, Samira," he said, his voice low and taunting, before turning on his heel and heading for the door.

Samira’s mind raced as she watched him walk away. The kiss had left her shaken, her carefully constructed walls crumbling in the wake of his sudden advance. She hated how easily he could get under her skin, how effortlessly he could bend her to his will with just a touch. But more than that, she hated herself for the way her body had responded, betraying her in the heat of the moment.

"Ray," she called out, her voice stopping him just as he reached the door.

He paused, turning to face her, one eyebrow raised in question. "Yes?"

Samira pushed back the covers and slipped out of bed, her bare feet touching the cool floor as she walked towards him. When she reached him, she stood on her toes, bringing her face close to his. There was a challenge in her eyes, a spark that had been ignited by the kiss they had just shared. Slowly, deliberately, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, her kiss a soft echo of the one he had given her moments before.

But this time, she was the one in control. She poured every ounce of defiance, every bit of anger and frustration, into that kiss, determined to show him that she wasn’t someone who could be easily dismissed. When she finally pulled away, she saw the flicker of surprise in his eyes, the brief moment of vulnerability before he masked it with his usual arrogance.

"That’s for you to remember me by," she whispered, her voice a mixture of sweetness and venom. "While you’re off on your business trip, don’t forget who you’re dealing with, Ray."

For a moment, Ray said nothing, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slow nod, he opened the door and walked out, leaving Samira standing alone in the room, the echoes of their encounter hanging in the air like a challenge waiting to be answered.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Samira exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She walked back to the bed, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. The credit card in the drawer seemed to taunt her, a symbol of the battle she was now entrenched in—a battle that was far from over.

But as she lay back down, staring up at the ceiling, a new determination settled over her. If Ray thought he could control her, he was sorely mistaken. She would show him that she wasn’t someone who could be easily manipulated or bought off. She would make him regret underestimating her.

And when he returned, she would be ready.

The morning light continued to fill the room, but it was no longer soft or gentle. It was harsh, unyielding, a reminder that the day had only just begun—and with it, the war between them.

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