20. Bought Her

He watched in absolute shock. The girl in front of him was none other than Hooriya. She was dancing so gracefully. The dress she was wearing covered her fully but it was too tight. Her long, dark brown tresses sway with each move. Her eyes were cast down as not once she looked up at the men.

The wild hooting brought him back to reality. She was surrounded by men as they loomed over her like hungry wolves, throwing wads of cash and within seconds there was money raining on her.

What the f*ck!

His mind was a muddled mess. He barely stopped himself from stomping there and dragging her out of that place.

He recalled pretty well that he left her at that woman's house then how come she was here?

All of a sudden there was white smoke everywhere and then the beat dropped. The next thing he saw, Hooriya was gone, and at her place were three other girls dancing.

"F*ck, we need more," Usama whined.

"I wonder how much she cost," Usama muttered under his breath and all Hamza felt was unadulterated