Page 24 of Moros

“I’m grateful.”

She smiled and let herself out again.

Once my shower was over and my hair wasn’t dripping, I went through the clothes and dressed. The underwear fit perfectly.

The leggings were a little tight and barely fit over my ass and the top fit me a little better than I thought. Thankfully, it was long enough to cover my ass.

There wasn’t any products for my hair but I found a leave-in condition, used some and blew my hair out. I then brushed it out and tied it up.

When I did make an appearance downstairs, Khadri was there pacing the living room while Pasha was cool as a cucumber, playing on her phone.

“You alright?” Khadri asked.

“I’m okay. Thanks to Wonder Woman over here.”

Pasha grinned. “Wonder Woman wishes.”

She put her phone away and stood.

“You have a beautiful home.” I told her.

“I am responsible for decorating it.” She glanced around proudly. “But it’s not my house.”

“Not your—but your room upstairs?—”

“Yes.” She answered. “I’m going back and forth between here and Thailand a lot. I’m setting up my first gym there. Getting my own house right now would be a waste. So, I have a room upstairs. The house belongs to?—”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to call Saap?” Khadri asked.

“Almost forgot. I’ll leave you two love birds alone.” Pasha giggled and flounced from the room.

Khadri shook his head.

“Is she always like that?” I asked.

“More or less This is one of her good days.” He passed a calloused finger under my left eye. “You’re bruised.”

“It’s what happens when you get into a fight.” I blushed and hung my head.

He said nothing, forcing me to look up. When I did, something flashed through his eyes as he lowered his hand and dragged his palms along his thighs.

“Sit—let me get you something to eat.”

Though I didn’t reply, Khadri walked away, and I slowly followed him. He moved around the kitchen without hesitation as if he lived here.

In the middle of making something to eat, his phone rang. He answered it then sighed.

“You sure?” He asked.

Khadri listened again then walked past me to shout for Pasha.

“Get down here!” He replied when she responded.

“Boss.” He spoke. “Get to the house.”

His terse instruction further worried me but each time I tried getting to know what he was talking about, what was happening, he merely told me to wait.

“I don’t want to have to do this twice.” He set a plate of food in front of me as Pasha entered.

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