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— H O O R —

Having my makeup removed, I get up to remove the gown. My hands reach to pull the zipper down and in the middle, when my off-shoulder gown begins to peel down, the door opens, revealing Zahir.

What the—

“You still didn't—” He begins to speak with a pink face when I utter, “How did you get inside? I remember locking the door!” I grip the fabric tight on my chest. One more second would have passed, and he could have caught the stupid lingerie I am wearing inside.

He rolls his eyes. “It's my room, don't forget, Hoor.” My face grows hotter when I hear my name roll out from his tongue, and a frown catches my face when a smirk travels on his lips and he says, “And the doorknob has a fingerprint sensor. I'm the owner, wifey.”

Wifey?!

This tone seems naughty like he is implying something else. And wifey? Please, I am not used to it. He could have waited for it but he thought of giving my heart an attack when I was going to strip down.

I can't help but roll my eyes. “Now, mind