Chapitre 43: Chapter Forty-Three

Skinny dipping in the ocean.

‘Certain’ mental pictures, provoked by his conclusion, became the centre of his attention. Like a projector screen in a movie theatre, Aziza’s scandalous wardrobe—or the lack thereof—took centre stage. They all would have shamed his poor mother. And just like that, Rafiq felt his body stir to life. The hard pounding of his pulse, the familiar tightening in his nether regions—he gritted his teeth in self-disgust.

Had he no self-control anymore? If it was a plan of hers to seduce him, she had another thing coming.

Ring… ring… ring!!!

The phone in his pocket pulled him back to reality. Pushing all thoughts of Aziza aside, Rafiq retrieved the shrilling device.

“Rafiq Al Shahaad.” He answered without checking the caller I.D, his voice uncharacteristically gruff.

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