As I sat across from Shraf, munching on my toast, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the intimate moments we had shared on this very kitchen table just a few hours ago. The way his hands had explored every inch of my body, the soft whispers of our shared desires. It was a memory that made my cheeks flush with heat.
But my thoughts were interrupted as Shraf's phone rang, pulling me back to reality. I watched as his expression shifted from relaxed to serious as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line."Uh-huh...Yes, I understand. Alright, I'll get to it right away." Shraf hung up and turned to me,"Eva, I need your help with an urgent file. Can you please take a look at these legal documents and make sure everything is in order?" Shraf said firmly, his voice indicating the urgency of the situation.I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Sure, Shraf. I'll get on it right away."We both got to work, scanning through the papers and double-checking every detail. As I dove into the legal documents, I quickly became immersed in the task at hand. My proficiency in these matters had always been a source of pride for me, and I effortlessly pointed out the mistakes and discrepancies that needed to be addressed.Shraf watched me work in silence, his intense gaze never leaving my face. When I finally finished, I looked up at him, feeling his eyes on me."Good work, Eva," he said, his voice low and intense. "I knew I could count on you."I smiled at him."I've been thinking about your resignation," he said, leaning back in his chair. "And I've decided that I want you back."I clenched my fists, feeling a wave of anger rising up in me. He had no right to just demand my presence back in his office to work for him."I'm sorry, Shraf, but I can't come back," I said, my voice barely above a whisper."What do you mean you can't come back?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing."I need to take some time for myself. I need to figure out what I want in life," I replied, trying to keep my tone even."You can figure that out while working here. I need you here, Eva," he said, his voice getting louder."I'm sorry, Shraf. I can't do it," I said firmly, my voice finally showing some of the anger I felt."I'm not asking you to come back, Eva. I'm telling you," Shraf said, his tone turning darker as he stepped closer to me. "You can't just quit on us like this. I need you here.""I can't just put my life on hold to fulfill your needs," I replied, my voice trembling slightly as I took a step back. "I need time for myself, Shraf. You can't expect me to be at your beck and call whenever it suits you.""You're not just anyone, Eva," he retorted, his hands balling into fists. "You're the COO of this company. You have responsibilities.""And I fulfilled those responsibilities to the best of my ability," I countered, my anger rising. "But that doesn't mean I owe you my entire life.""You're making a mistake, Eva," he said, standing up from his desk. "You're throwing away everything we built together.""We built this together, Shraf," I shot back, my emotions starting to get the better of me. "But you're the one who wanted a divorce. You need to appreciate me for who I am, not just what I can do for you. And until you can do that, I can't work for you anymore."Shraf's eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched as I spoke. He took a step towards me, his hands balling into fists. "I didn't ask for a divorce because I didn't appreciate you, Eva," he said, his voice rising with frustration.My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. I couldn't believe that Shraf was standing here, demanding that I come back to work for him after he had asked for a divorce. It was like he wanted to have his cake and eat it too."Why did you ask for a divorce, Shraf?" I demanded, my voice shaking with emotion. "You never loved me, you took me for granted, and you never made any effort in our marriage."Shraf looked troubled, and I could see a flicker of pain in his eyes. For a moment, I thought he was going to say something, but he remained silent, his expression inscrutable. It was like he was struggling with some inner turmoil, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for him, despite my anger."Answer me, damn it!" I shouted, my voice rising. "Why did you ask for a divorce?"Shraf's jaw clenched, and he looked away, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I made a mistake, okay?" he said, his voice low and rough. "I was foolish, and I didn't appreciate what I had. But that doesn't mean we can't work together."I scoffed, feeling a surge of resentment. "So, what? You want me to come back to work for you, just like that? Like nothing ever happened?"Shraf took a step closer to me, and I felt my heart race as his gaze locked onto mine. "Yes," he said, his tone unapologetically firm. "Because you're the best damn COO I've ever had, and I need you close."I felt a surge of anger and disbelief. How could he be so selfish? So demanding? It was like he didn't even care about my feelings or what I had been through since we separated. I clenched my fists, feeling the anger bubbling up inside of me."You're delusional, Shraf," I spat. "I'm not going to come back and work for you, not after what you put me through. You can forget it."Shraf's expression darkened, and he took another step closer, his eyes blazing with anger. "You're making a mistake, Eva," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You don't know what you're throwing away."I felt a chill run down my spine, and I took a step back, feeling suddenly vulnerable in the face of his anger. But I refused to back down. I had been through too much to let him bully me now."I know exactly what I'm throwing away," I said, my voice shaking but firm. "And it's not worth it."Shraf's expression was troubled once again, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of regret in his eyes. But then it was gone, replaced by a cold, hard look."Fine," he said, his voice clipped. "If that's how it's going to be, then so be it. But don't expect me to make it easy for you, Eva. You made your bed, now you'll have to lie in it."Warning: Very Dark Mature Content AheadI slowly open my eyes, disoriented and confused. I can feel some restrains around my wrists, my ankles. My heart starts racing as I realize that I'm naked, and completely vulnerable.My eyes flicked around the room, taking in the dimly lit surroundings. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on everything. I could see the outlines of familiar objects, but they were distorted, almost surreal. My wrists were bound with soft, silky fabric, and my ankles were tied to the bedposts.The ropes dug into my skin, making me aware of every inch of my body. I tried to move, to free myself, but it was no use. My body was immobilized, trapped by the ropes.Then I saw Shraf, standing at the edge of the bed, watching me with dark eyes."Shraf, what's going on? Why am I tied up like this?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.He didn't answer me. Instead, he approached the bed, his eyes locked onto mine. My heart was beating so fas
Warning: Mature Content Ahead!!!I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Shraf's actions had confused and angered me, but there was no denying the intense physical attraction I felt towards him. And as I rested there, tied to the bed, part of me wanted him to come back and continue what we had started.Suddenly, the door opened and Shraf walked back in. He had changed into comfortable clothing and seemed relaxed as he approached me. His eyes darkened as he looked at my bound form, and a wicked grin spread across his face."Enjoying your little predicament, my dear?" he said, his voice heavy with amusement.I glared at him, still angry but also aroused by his words. The feeling of being restrained, under his control, was undeniably exciting."Let me go, Shraf. This isn't funny," I said, my voice laced with anger.But Shraf just laughed, walking over to the bed and running his hands over my body. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine despite my anger."I
Love is a strange emotion. It's known to be destructive, yet one can't prevent it from causing self-destruction. It begins as a subtle tickle and evolves into a colossal lump in your throat. You can't shake it off; you can't breathe, and the pain is relentless. Yet, despite it all, you don't let go. You linger there, suffocating, until every cell in your body surrenders.Last night was magical. Shraf had this dark side with him all along and I had no clue. I didn't know the person that was with me last night and I don't know the person sleeping beside me right now. He is so peaceful in his sleep, his long lashes casting a shadow on his gorgeous face , some of his jet black hair scattered on his forehead giving him a messy yet so handsome appearance. It was a strange contrast, to see him so gentle in his sleep after the intensity of his actions just hours ago. Conflicting emotions swirled inside me as I lay there, nestled against him. Part of me longed for the passion and pleasure he co
After Shraf was done, I felt completely wiped out, my body aching and exhausted. I slept like a log for the rest of the day, not waking up until it was already late in the evening. As I opened my eyes, I realized I was in a different bed. My hair was damp and clean, as if someone had taken the time to give me a bath and put me in fresh pajamas. Could it have been Shraf, my husband? The fact that there was no one else in the villa besides him seemed to confirm it, but I couldn't believe it. Shraf had never been the caring type, especially not towards me. The few times we've been intimate in the past few years, he definitely wasn't this attentive. It just doesn't add up. As I slowly got out of bed, I took a moment to survey the room. The only source of light came from a dimly lit lamp on the bedside table. Though my body felt refreshed after the bath, my mind was far from at ease. I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that lingered in the air. Taking hesitant steps, I made my way
After enjoying the night, I said my goodbyes to my friends and walked towards the villa. As I caught sight of Shraf's tense shoulders and piercing gaze, my heart skipped a beat. His possessive and demanding tone sent shivers down my spine as he demanded, "Where were you?"I tried to brush him off, responding dismissively, "Out with friends."But Shraf wasn't willing to let me go so easily. He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer, his voice laced with a hint of anger. "Do you have any fucking idea how worried I was?!"I could feel the weight of his words bearing down on me. I tried to wriggle free from his grasp, but he held me tight. The tension in the air was palpable as we stood there, locked in a silent standoff.Shraf's eyes bore into mine, his expression unreadable. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on me. I knew that something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.As the silence stretched on, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I k
"Try to disobey me, Eva." The words ring in my ears as I fumingly barge into my room and slam the door closed. "How dare he?!" my mind screams out in anger. After five years of ignoring me, making me yearn for his minimum attention, now he decides to control my life! The more I think, the more I get angry on myself! Hot angry tears starts pouring out of my eyes, and I sob out loud. Why? Why can't I stop loving this man? Even after all this, I know I can never think of living without him. Can I be more pathetic? Sobs after sobs echo through the room as I collapse onto my bed, burying my face onto my pillow, The weight of grief and confusion engulfs me, leaving me mentally and physically drained. Eventually, exhaustion claims me, and I drift into an uneasy sleep, tear stains glistening on my cheeks.I wake up abruptly to the insistent ringing of my phone, the early morning light barely filtering through the window. I reached for my phone, and a message displayed on the screen fuels a
As my friends continued to enjoy the beach, I found myself lying under a shed with Shraf. The sun beat down on us, but the shade provided a welcome respite from the heat. I clutched my book tightly, trying to lose myself in the pages, but my mind kept wandering back to Shraf. He lounged beside me, his eyes fixed on me as I read. I could feel his gaze on me, and it made my skin prickle with awareness. Mark called out to us from a distance, offering to apply sunscreen to anyone who needed it. Sarah eagerly accepted, and Mark made his way over to her. After he was done he called, "Do anyone else need me to apply sunscreen on them?!" "I do" I shout, making Shraf glare at me, his otherwise expressionless eyes challenging me to go to Mark. "What? I just need some sunshine." I shrug, removing my shirt and revealing my bikini-clad body. Shraf's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight before him. I could see the desire simmering in his gaze, and it made my heart race. I approach Mark, s
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the beach, my friends and I continued to enjoy the remaining hours of our day. We played beach volleyball, built sandcastles, and swam in the crystal-clear waters. But my mind kept wandering back to Shraf.I caught glimpses of him throughout the day, sitting distantly on his own with a book in hand. His eyes would sometimes linger on me as I played with my friends, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill run through me.But there was also an undeniable tension between us. I could still feel the heat of Shraf's touch on my skin, the way his fingers traced patterns on my body that left me breathless. Shraf's jealousy had been so palpable it felt like he was declaring his claim on me with his every touch.As we played in the water, Mark suddenly appeared and lifted me up, throwing me into the ocean with a loud laugh. I splashed around in the water, feeling the coolness of the sea against my skin. But as I emerged from th