I opened my eyes slowly, the world around me gradually coming into focus. I was really scared about the most fu*k imagination. I never got scared of Aiden like yesterday . The ceiling above me looked strangely familiar. The soft hum of silence filled the air, broken only by the occasional muffled sound of the city outside. I sat up abruptly, my breath catching as realization dawned.This was my room. My apartment. My sanctuary in the U.S.I blinked, trying to process how I ended up here. The last thing I remembered was chaos—a whirlwind of emotions, arguments, and Aiden. Always Aiden.I looked around the room, my gaze landing on a familiar sight. Leo, my loyal companion, my little bundle of warmth, lay curled up in his basket near the window. His soft golden fur rose and fell with his steady breaths, a comforting rhythm amidst the confusion swirling in my mind.“Leo,” I whispered, my voice trembling. He stirred at the sound of my voice, lifting his head and giving me a sleepy look bef
The day Denis asked for my help turned out to be a turning point in the stillness of my life. At first, I hesitated when he called, his voice apologetic as he explained his situation. His son Adam needed to be picked up from school, and with an unfinished workload at the office, he had no one else to rely on. Something about his tone left me unable to say no.“I’ll do it,” I said simply, knowing I needed to step outside my cocoon for once.I grabbed my keys and headed out, taking the stairs instead of the elevator. It felt strange stepping out after so many days of isolation, but I also felt a lightness in my chest—a sense of normalcy.I reached the school and found Adam waiting with his backpack, his face lighting up when he saw me.“Amira!” he called, running toward me.I smiled at his excitement. “Hey, Adam. Ready to go?”He nodded eagerly, holding my hand as we walked back to the car. He was chatty on the ride home, telling me all about his day, his friends, and a funny story abou
I was at the grocery store, trying to focus on my list, when something caught my eye—a large magazine cover displayed near the checkout counter. Aiden’s face stared back at me, his signature smirk perfectly captured in the glossy photograph. The headline boasted about his latest project and his growing influence in the business world.I froze for a moment, my stomach churning. Just as I tried to look away, two girls nearby began giggling and whispering, their voices carrying across the aisle.“Oh my God, have you seen him? He’s so hot,” one of them said, holding up the magazine.“Right? I wouldn’t mind being locked in a boardroom with him,” the other added with a sly laugh.I arched an eyebrow in disbelief, gripping the tomatoes in my hand. Their voices grated on my nerves, and an irrational urge to shut them up with the tomato in my basket.“Do they even know what they’re talking about?” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head.Deciding I’d had enough, I left the store in a hurry
The morning sun glared through my apartment windows as Mia barged in unceremoniously, dragging Eva and Daniel behind her.“Get up, Amira! We’re going out, and you’re not saying no!” Mia declared, hands on her hips.I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head. “Mia, it’s Monday. Don’t you guys have duty!”“Nope. Why do we have to fear for job security if we have Mia The great,” Daniel added, grinning as he plopped onto the edge of my bed.“Besides,” Eva chimed in, “we already planned the whole thing. It’s a half-day trip. You’ll thank us later.”Realizing resistance was futile, I sighed and dragged myself out of bed.When we got downstairs, I felt a bit awkward seeing him. Ryan was sitting in the driver’s seat of the car, waiting with a smile.“Oh no,” I muttered, turning to Mia. “This isn’t what I signed up for.”She smirked. “Relax. It’s a group thing. Ryan just happens to be driving. Pure coincidence.”“Sure,” I replied dryly, sliding into the front passenger seat as they shoved me
The moment I walked into the hospital, it felt like I had returned home. The familiar smell of disinfectant, the bustling sound of patients and doctors in the hallways, and the warmth of my residents greeting me—it was all comforting.“Dr. Amira, you’re back!” one of the junior residents exclaimed, rushing over to hug me.“Yes, yes, I’m back,” I said, laughing. “Now get back to work, all of you. I don’t want to see anyone slacking because I’m here!”They laughed but quickly dispersed, leaving me smiling to myself. It felt good to be back.Later, I made my way to the cafeteria for a quick coffee. That’s when I saw Ryan, sitting at a table by himself. Usually, he was surrounded by our mutual friends or joking with the staff, but today he seemed withdrawn.I walked up to him cautiously. “Hey,” I said softly, but he didn’t even look up.“Hey,” he replied curtly, his eyes fixed on his phone.The coldness in his tone hit me like a slap. I stood there awkwardly for a moment before deciding t
Working with kids had become my safe haven. Their innocent laughter, their boundless energy, and their curious questions filled my days with purpose. Every evening, after leaving the hospital, I would take Leo to the park. Watching him run freely always brought me peace. Sometimes, Adam, Denis’s son, would join us, and seeing the two of them play together gave me a rare sense of contentment.Yet, even amid these moments of normalcy, there was an ache buried deep inside me—a guilt I couldn’t ignore.One evening, as I tossed Leo’s favorite ball in the park, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at the screen and saw Mom flashing across it.I hesitated for a moment before answering. “Hello?”“Amira,” my mother’s voice came through, frail and pleading. “Please, come see me. I miss you.”I bit my lip, my chest tightening. “Mom, I… I can’t right now. Work has been—”“Amira, don’t make excuses,” she interrupted softly. “You’ve been avoiding me for too long.”I closed my eyes, guilt washing
I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart racing for no reason. That’s when I heard it—a faint tapping, like nails against wood, coming from the far corner of the room.I sat up, my breath caught in my throat. “Who’s there?” My voice was barely a whisper.The tapping stopped.For a moment, there was silence, and then… dragging. A soft, deliberate sound as though something heavy was being pulled across the floor.My blood ran cold as my eyes darted to the corner. Nothing.I forced myself into the sheets.Then I saw it—a faint outline of a figure towards me, its head tilted unnaturally to the side.I pulled away the sheets from my face. I saw nothing.my heart beating fast.It must be my imagination, i pacified myself.I closed my eyes.the bed creaked as if someone had just sat on it. I turned slowly, my heart pounding in my ears.The imprint of a hand pressed into the mattress, even though no one was there.I didn’t wait any longer. I ran out of the room, slamming the door beh
The funeral was a quiet affair, held under a gray sky that seemed to mourn alongside us. David had arranged everything meticulously, ensuring that no detail was overlooked. The flowers, the hymns, the serene setting—it was all perfect, yet it couldn’t mask the heaviness in my chest.My friends stayed close, offering silent support. Eva held my hand, her grip firm yet comforting. Daniel stood beside me, his presence a steady anchor amidst the swirling emotions. Mia occasionally whispered words of encouragement, reminding me to breathe, to stay strong.But Ryan—he stayed at a distance.After the service ended and people began to disperse, Ryan finally approached me. His face was unreadable, his usual warmth replaced by something restrained, almost cold.“You can hug me if you want,” he said softly, his voice devoid of any judgment.I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him, letting go of the stoic mask I’d been wearing all day. The tears came in
The morning was filled with anticipation as Aiden sat in the hospital’s waiting room, his hands resting gently on the small shoulders of his three-year-old son. The little boy, with his curly hair and deep brown skin, played with a small toy car, unaware of the monumental moment that was about to change their lives forever. Aiden couldn’t help but smile as he looked at the boy—a child Amira had insisted on adopting despite the prejudices of others.Amira had met the boy during one of her visits to the orphanage. She had been furious to see him excluded and got hurt by the other children because of his skin color, and her fierce heart wouldn’t let it go. She had scolded those children and, without hesitation, decided to bring him into their family. The boy was now the light of their lives, and today, he was about to become a big brother.“Daddy, when is Mommy coming out?” the boy asked, his innocent eyes looking up at Aiden.“Soon, buddy. Your little sister will be here any minute now,
Aiden covered her completely with bed sheets.Crawling under the covers, Aiden wrapped his arms around Amira's trembling body and guided her knees towards her chest. She instinctively clutched the fabric to her breasts, a barrier of modesty. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, pressing soothing kisses along her inner thighs. "I've got you."His lips trailed higher, skimming over soft, sensitive skin. Amira's breath hitched as his mouth neared her most intimate place. Would he truly...? Anticipation mingled with nervousness, a potent mix.Aiden nuzzled in close, inhaling her womanly musk. He licked a slow stripe through glistening folds. A strangled moan escaped her throat.He chuckled against her flesh. "You taste like heaven, Amira. Let me pleasure you." Parting her with his thumbs, he delved in for a deeper sample, laving her sweet nectar. His tongue circled her pearl, coaxing it to stiffness. Amira bucked into the different sensation, hands fisting in the sheets. Nothing had ever
Aiden arrived at the office minutes before the meeting, his stride confident but unhurried. Michele, already seated at the conference table, looked up in surprise, his eyes widening.“Well, well, well,” Michele said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “I didn’t think you’d actually show up after that call earlier. Thought you’d be… otherwise occupied.”Aiden chuckled, adjusting his tie as he took a seat. “I keep my priorities straight, Michele. Besides, someone has to make sure you don’t screw this up.”Michele laughed, shaking his head. “You’re something else, man. But hey, can’t blame you. If I had what you have waiting at home, I’d probably skip every meeting too.”Aiden gave him a knowing grin but said nothing, his thoughts already drifting to Amira.The day passed in a blur of presentations and negotiations, but Aiden’s mind kept wandering back to the promise Amira had made that morning. By the time the meeting ended, he could barely contain his excitement.As he pulled into
The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow on the room. Aiden lay on his back, his arms wrapped tightly around Amira as she nestled against his chest. Their bodies were tangled together under the sheets, a peaceful silence enveloping them.Aiden’s phone buzzed on the bedside table, breaking the calm. He groaned, reaching out to grab it, but before he could, Amira snatched it from his hand with a sleepy but determined motion.“Hello?” she said groggily, her voice low and raspy from sleep.On the other end, Michele’s voice sounded serious. “Aiden, there’s an important meeting this morning. You need to—”Amira cut him off mid-sentence. “He’s not coming anywhere,” she said, her words slow and deliberate. “Handle it yourself.”There was a moment of stunned silence from Michele.Aiden, unable to hold back his amusement, chuckled softly, burying his face in her hair. “You’re something else, you know that?” he murmured, kissing her cheek.Michele, still on
The cold metal of the gun pressed against Amira’s back sent a shiver down her spine, but her jaw clenched in defiance. The man behind her tightened his grip on her hair, yanking her head back as he sneered.“Put the gun down,” he ordered, his voice rough and taunting. “You’ve got no chance, sweetheart. You’re just a girl.”Amira’s teeth ground together, her blood boiling at his condescension. Her fingers twitched, itching to grab the gun, but his hold on her hair kept her restrained.From the shadows, a soft, deliberate noise echoed—a click of the tongue, dripping with mock disappointment.The man holding Amira froze, his head snapping toward the sound. Amira turned her eyes in the same direction, and from the darkness, a figure stepped into the dim light, his silhouette instantly recognizable.Aiden.He stood casually, a gun resting lazily in his hand, his other hand scratching his head as if he were mildly bored. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up, but his expr
The clock on the bedside table read 2:37 a.m. when Amira’s phone buzzed silently. She stirred, blinking in the dim light as she reached for it. The name Denis flashed across the screen. Her pulse quickened. She glanced at Aiden, whose arm was draped over her waist, his steady breathing indicating he was deep asleep.She hesitated for a second before answering, whispering, “Hello?”“Amira,” Denis’s voice was sharp, urgent. “I’m in trouble. I need you. Now.”“What’s going on?” she asked, keeping her voice low.“They’ve found me. I’m sending my location. Please, hurry,” he said before the line went dead.Amira exhaled slowly, her mind racing. She turned to Aiden, carefully lifting his arm and sliding out of bed. He stirred briefly, but his breathing soon returned to its rhythmic cadence.She moved quietly through the apartment, grabbing her jacket and the loaded gun she kept in a drawer. As she reached the living room, Leo, lifted his head, his sharp eyes following her.“Shh, Leo,” she w
Aiden signalled one of his men to clean up the mess and made other one to drive the car.The air in the car was heavy with the remnants of the chaos they had just left behind, but in the backseat, the tension between Aiden and Amira had shifted to something softer, something far more intimate. The city lights flickered through the tinted windows, casting a warm glow over their faces as the car rolled down the quiet streets.Amira leaned against Aiden, her head resting lightly on his shoulder. She let out a long, tired sigh and turned her face slightly toward him. “Thanks for the… valuable gift,” she murmured, her voice laced with a mix of gratitude and lingering exhaustion.Aiden smirked, tilting his head to look at her. “Valuable gift? That’s one way to put it,” he teased, his tone playful. “You emptied bullets into him.shouldn’t I deserve more than thanks”Amira shot him a faint smile, her eyes glimmering under the soft light.She shifted slightly, looking up at him more directly. “
The gun felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in Amira’s trembling hands, but her resolve was steady. Memories crashed over her like waves—moments of fear, anguish, and betrayal all tied to the man in front of her. He had been the architect of her nightmares, the shadow that loomed over her every step, and now, he sat bound, powerless, and at her mercy.Her breath came in short, sharp bursts as she took a step closer, her eyes dark with rage. She raised the gun and pointed it at his groin, her finger hovering over the trigger. “Stephen”she called out his name with a sinister smile with an head tilt..The man’s sneer vanished instantly, replaced by wide-eyed terror.“No! Wait! Please!” he shouted, struggling against the restraints. “Don’t do this! I’ll do anything you want—just don’t shoot!”Amira’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. “Anything I want?” she repeated, her voice cold and venomous. “How generous of you, can you give my child’s life back.”“I—I was wrong,” he stammered, hi
The night air was thick with finality as I packed my things and left the mansion behind—along with the memories, the pain, and the darkness it harbored. Every step I took away from that place felt like shedding a weight off my chest, but the further I went, the more I realized how deeply my father’s betrayal had wounded me. Even leaving Aiden behind, with all the history we shared, felt like a necessary step in a journey that no longer had any clear destination.The city lights grew dim as I sped away, and by the time I reached Mia’s house, the moon was hanging low in the sky, casting long shadows over her quiet neighborhood. I knocked softly at first, hesitant to disturb her, but the need for someone—anyone—was stronger than my hesitance. My second knock was firmer, and after a few moments, the door opened to Mia’s familiar face, her warm smile faltering when she saw the state I was in.“Amira?” Her voice was full of surprise, then concern as she took in my tear-streaked face, the ha