Page 51 of Moros

“Stop eavesdropping on my inner thoughts.” I muttered trying to climb from the bed.

“They’re only inner thoughts if you don’t say them out loud.” He sat beside me. “How are you feeling? I’m sorry I fell asleep on you.”

“It’s fine—shouldn’t I be asking you how you’re feeling? You had a fever. You never warned me that the migraines come with a fever.”

“Not all the time—just when they get really bad.” He replied. “But I feel much better.”

“Good.”

He smiled and leaned over to kiss me gently on the lips.

“That’s your reward for being an amazing nurse.” He told me. “Pasha told me.”

“Of course, she did.”

“Shorty…”

“I need to shower.” I told him. “Then I should get back to job hunting.”

“Nothing yet?”

Shrugging, I straightened my clothes.

“What can I say?” I asked. “It’s hard out here for a pimp.”

Khadri laughed.

“Eh—about last night?—”

“What about last night?” I asked. “Other than you owe me one?—”

Khadri bit into his lush bottom lip as his eyes dipped down my body then slowly trailed upward. They paused at my breasts.

I snapped my fingers.

He looked at me.

“My eyes are up here.” I pointed.

“I wasn’t looking for your eyes, Shorty.” He admitted openly. “I meant to stare at your breasts. And as you were saying, I owe you a fuck.”

I covered my face.

The last thing I expected was for him to be that open.

His hot breath washed against the side of my face and stopped at my ear.

“I’m that kind of boyfriend, Shorty.” He whispered. “I’m going to need you to decide if you can handle that.”

I was busy soaking my panties as his heavy footsteps carried him to the door.

“Oh—and come down for breakfast. We have a little trip to take.”

The weight of a million ghosts sat on my shoulders the moment Khadri pulled the truck up to the large mansion that seemed as though it had seen better days. The gate was layered in cobwebs and the house beyond had all the windows boarded up.

The sands of time had blasted against the concrete, punched holes in the wood, rusted the metals. The right side of the large yard was overgrown. The other side was cobblestones but grass was trying to grow in the grooves between each stone.

“What’s this place?” I asked as he returned from opening the lock to ease the large truck through.

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