All Chapters of In between kisses I whisper : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Samira slammed the door behind her, her heart pounding in her chest. She leaned against it for a moment, trying to calm her racing thoughts. The tension between her and Ray had reached a boiling point, and she had thought—hoped—that by retreating to her room, she could finally put some distance between them. But she was wrong. Just as she exhaled a breath of relief, she heard the unmistakable click of the door handle turning. Her eyes widened, and before she could react, Ray strode into the room, his expression set with a mixture of determination and amusement. He was not the kind of man to let anything slip through his fingers, least of all her. Samira took a step back, her pulse quickening. "Ray, what are you doing? Get out," she demanded, her voice wavering between command and plea. But Ray wasn’t deterred. He closed the door behind him with a soft thud, his eyes never leaving hers. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air

Samira had settled into the rhythms of her new, albeit isolated, life. The days blended into each other, punctuated by the occasional chatter of the staff and the endless flow of photographs and stories of Ray’s exploits. Each morning, she would rise early, determined to break free from the gilded prison that was the mansion. She would sit at the grand mahogany desk in her room, her laptop open, and search for jobs that could be her ticket to independence. Despite her efforts, the responses were few and far between. Companies were hesitant to hire someone with a sparse resume, a mysterious background, and a prominent surname that linked her to a man like Ray. It was a frustrating experience that threatened to sap her resolve. Yet, Samira pressed on, driven by the need to reclaim her life and her identity. Then, one morning, as the sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, her phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number. Her heart skipped a beat as she hesitantly answered

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, revealing Ray standing inside, his hand poised to step out. Samira, ready to board, froze at the sight of him, her heart skipping a beat. Ray’s eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The world outside the elevator seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of them in the stifling silence. Ray’s expression was unreadable, his sharp features masked with a calm that Samira knew all too well—a calm that always came before the storm. Her pulse quickened, but she refused to show any sign of weakness.She squared her shoulders, lifting her chin slightly, her gaze unwavering. “Ray,” she greeted coolly.“Samira,” Ray responded, his voice low and controlled, but there was a fire smoldering behind his eyes. He took a step forward, as if to exit, but then something in his expression shifted, a flash of determination crossing his face. Without another word, he stepped back, leaning against the side of the elevator, his eyes never leav

As soon as Ray walked into the cafeteria accompanied by Joey, a hush fell over the room. Every employee in the vast, bustling space stood up as if on cue, their trays and forks clattering in nervous unison. "Okay, this is weird," Ray muttered under his breath, causing Joey to raise his hand to motion them back into their seats. As if they were strings attached to his fingers, the employees promptly sat back down, their stiff postures and forced smiles still firmly in place. Ray sighed, taking a seat at an empty table with Joey by his side. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the air heavy with the aroma of spaghetti, meatloaf, and stress. "Why is everyone acting like they're at a funeral?" Ray asked, his brow furrowed as he scanned the room, his gaze landing on a group of employees nervously spooning soup into their mouths as if they expected it to explode. Joey, grinned and leaned back in his chair. "Well, Ray, you are the most powerful CEO in the city. They probably think

“Ray, man, you’re really stepping in it,” Joey had said, shaking his head in disbelief. “This is like walking into a lion’s den and poking the lion with a stick.”Ray had frowned then. “I’m not poking any lions. I’m just… visiting.”“Right,” Joey had said, his voice heavy with sarcasm. “Visiting. While she’s at work. During lunch.”Ray had shot Joey a glare, but Joey only shrugged, as if to say, Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.Samira, meanwhile, had leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest in that way she did when she was about to lay into someone. Ray braced himself.“You think because I’m your wife, you can just show up unannounced and keep tabs on me?” she asked, her tone deceptively calm.Ray opened his mouth to deny it, but Samira wasn’t finished.“You didn’t want me to work in the first place, Ray. You wanted me to stay home and play house. But I’m not the kind of woman who sits around waiting for her husband to come home. I have a career, a life, and I won’t let yo